After the wildlife park we headed south again to the stunning Tasmanian Peninsula. We didn’t actually do much here per se except wild camp in beautiful spot by the waterside and take millions of photos. Then it was back up the east coast where the stunning scenery continued.
I was still pretty mentally scarred from the enormous amount of effort it takes to walk, but we did go on another hike to Cape Raoul. The walk itself is forest, forest and more forest, most of it on a super steep mountainside.
You rarely get a glimpse over the edge to see the coastline.
But eventually it is all worth it. The rocky pillars of the cape are most spectacular.
That evening we took a quick glimpse at the Tessellated Pavement. There are amazing photos to be had if you search Google images. But we didn’t have the patience to fight the crowd of photographers for a spot, trying to catch an angle that made it look deserted.
Instead we rode on through a most spectacular sunset and pitched camp by the water of an oyster farm bay.
The couple we’d met at the wildlife centre had mentioned the Bicheno Motorcycle Museum, so we popped in to take a look. It is a small, unassuming museum at the back of a motorcycle workshop that sells a few accessories too. I would have loved to keep every single one of those bikes!
We’d heard good things about Freycinet National park and paid the fee to go in. Not too keen on too much walking we took the shortest route to take a peek at the stunning views of the famous wineglass bay.
As with so many of the “wild” Tasmanian national parks, everything is a little over-managed. Paths are built and warning signs of this danger and that placed everywhere, ruining the experience. We did find a super comfy bench though, which redeemed the experience somewhat.
The park has lots of camp sites and most you have to walk to and pay for. We chose the free one down an tricky sand path that you can only get to on a motorbike or in a 4WD. And we were rewarded with beautiful scenery and peace. Only very few campers were there, including two rock climbers who popped over to say hello (and take photos of our foreign number plates of course).
Pippa got so exited, her and Aidan took a nosedive.
That night the moon rose big and orange over the sea.
We caught a couple of thieving possums red handed as they were digging through our rubbish for the last crumbs of chocolate.
Of course we had to see the beautiful Bay of Fires.
Afterwards we found a pretty camping spot by the water and cooked a yummy curry with stone baked pittas on the camp fire.
The roadside scenery continued to amaze as we made our way up the east coast and then westwards inland.
We headed back towards Devonport and spent a couple of days camped in the field behind Andy’s Bakery. They let us camp for free (though whether it’s free or not seems to depend on who you ask) and we spent the cash on their pies and coffees instead, making use of their free Wifi. The rest of the time we slept in, caught up with our diaries and got ourselves sorted. What an awesome travelers deal.
On our last day we headed up the gravel twisties of Mount Barrow for a few photos.
The views were great but it was super windy and we left soon after to head to the Harley Museum in Launceston.
One last drink in the local Irish Pub before we joined the queue for the night ferry back to Melbourne. The other bikers had heaps of stories to tell and time flew by.