With Christmas over, we decided to head to the hills. Big ones, to the south. Our plan was loose which turned out not to be such a bad thing when illness struck and laid us up for a several days. The bright side was that we had some time to explore another of Australia’s regional ex-gold mining towns, Omeo. And the fact that it sits right in the centre of some magnificent motorbiking roads wasn’t bad either. Then nature had a little surprise for us on our way home, like a nice little consolidation prize for taking part.Continue reading
Having sadly left the wonderful state of Tasmania, our trip was not over yet. A Melbourne bikers favourite of the Black Spur, torrential rain and a beautiful twisting road through yet another national park awaited us today.
Every so often Australia manages to have some public holidays conveniently close together. This year, Easter fell right next to the week of Anzac Day meaning 3 days of leave from work meant 10 days of holidays, the joy! Therefore we decided to head to Tasmania.
Vague plans leading to last minute arrangements did not go quite as we expected but really, that’s usually half the adventure!
Confusion over arrangements for the day turned out to be a blessing in disguise! And then there was the alpaca hugging.
This was our route: