Bridport to Launceston

I’m Crazy! What About You?
  • Bridport 14th April 2013
Leaving the coastal town of Bridport I head slightly inland to catch the Bridport Road eastwards to George Town.
Leaving Dorset
The road is fairly flat, with only a slight headwind. NICE!
As previously, road kill is the theme of the day. A 20 to 30 kg lump of Wombat is going to stink, as does everything else! Fortunately the weather is well into autumn so not the hot hot days that would worsen it’s effects.
Wombat road kill. Bridport Rd
I’m seem to be stopping every twenty minutes for a wee (too much tea before setting off!). At times I find interesting things as I delve into the scrub. This one been a registration plate.
Registered bicycle
I decide not to push into George Town today, but find a spot out of town, quiet etc.. After popping in and out of the bush, my spot is located near the shores of Curries River reservoir.
MSR Hubba Hubba pole. I thought was broken but only had un-screwed. Phew!
On feeding my MSR Hubba Hubba tent poles onto the loops of the inner mesh skin, a pole snaps out of what should be a permanent connector. I look on in horror…..eeeccck!
I will not be able to erect the tent with this broken.
I cautiously approach hoping in that time spell it’ll have fixed itself!
Curries River Reservoir
No luck, it hasn’t!
Fortunately, the thread had only slightly stripped and it went back together without a hitch. I did breath a huge-sigh-of-relief!
So time to lie back, get my Lance book out and relax for twenty minutes.
Sunset over camp spot
The evening sun setting over Currie River reservoir. Peaceful.
Bouy at Pilot Sation, Pilots Bay
My first stop for the next day is to Low Head lighthouse at the mouth of the River Tamar.
Inlet to the Tamar River
This is Australia’s oldest continuously used pilot station. The lighthouse though is unmanned and automated.
Low Head lighthouse
Was seriously tempted to just pitch my tent here and stay the rest of the day.
No wind, sun out, quiet, views over the ocean, what more could one want. But I’d probably get moved on as it’s private property.
Low Head lighthouse penisular
No worries though as I want to get back into George Town and access their swashbuckling IT centre.
Lunch in George Town
First though a spot of lunch on the band-stand as one does!
Bicycle exercise!
Trying out the cycling facilities!
As I trundle round the corner to the IT centre, a tall gentle man, looking rather like a fisherman, caught my attention. Hello there he shouts. I’m thinking, someone’s got issues with me hauling my heavy bike across the grass.
He’s clutching what I first thought to be a bible. Here we go I mutter! It turns out to be a diary (phew!) and the nicest man one could wish to meet. We’re then joined by a women. Their only interest is ME, my bike and where I’ve come from, and likely to go.
My deep regret is not taking a photo or remembering their names. OH well, can’t capture everything. It will always be stored though in the recesses of my mind.
George Town IT lounge
The IT centre is certainly very IT. Plenty of free terminals and  Wi-Fi. Along with a large screen for Facebook or anything else one would wish to tether a device to.
Leather sofa to lounge on, with free coffee and tea facilities. Not going to cycle too much further today me thinks!
Camping near George Town
When I do manage to drag myself away from the centre, I find a spot only a few kilometres out of town.
Catching up on Lance and his drugged fuelled shenanigans!
Left my sunglasses here. Something else lost.
Another bridge
Batman Bridge over the Tamar River.
Batman Bridge
Lunch break taken at the Tamar River boat club.
River Tamar Boat Club
Great river setting.
River Tamar
I’m casually cycling down Gravelly Beach road following the Tamar River when I pass this sign:
I’m Crazy! What About You?
I carry on for a few hundred metres wondering whether to take a photo. I turn back and as I draw up a women walks out. We chat. She’s the perpetrator of these scribbles.
Im Crazy What About You
Next, I’m inside sipping red wine in the kitchen. I don’t do that all that often. Nearly a dry cyclist.
Tent soon set up in the back garden, while I still can!
Garden camping
More wine consumed, along with an evening meal devoured at a posh dinning room table, with my choice of evening music.
The nights music
Life’s A Beach!
I made a terrible error in forgetting my hosts names! Poor show once again.
For the road
Are You A Good Homosapien? Stop Dragging your Knuckles Smile
OK, I take credit for that one!
I don’t leave till late morning. I’m never in a rush to go anywhere!
Old boats River Tamar
It’s not long till I’m on the search for a supermarket at Legana.
With panniers laden even more, I next search out a spot for the night. Slight fuzzy head, so best set camp up early!
I have to get off the West Tamar highway to find anything suitable. So I take a minor road towards the Tasmania Zoo.
The road starts hilly and just gets worse and worse. All I want to do is turn round and head back down again, but I’m always thinking, there could well be a spot just round the next bend. So on up I push. Its hot, the bikes heavy (extra food and water) and my legs are pooped. It’s steep.
As I’m about to turn back I notice a broken fence and dense bush beyond. I drop the bike and scurry up. Yep that’s the job!
Now to get in without been seen. As soon as I hear no traffic, panniers off and I run them over the fence. Back for the bike. All thrown into a heap within my new refuge. In without been seen or heard.
Tent erected. Then I notice leeches on the tent. Had not expected them here. Bloody hell, their everywhere!
Near Launceston. Leech country!
Cleared them off. Then found them eloping up my trousers. A sprinkle of talc makes them dry very quickly and they’ll drop off on their own accord. Then went about making an exclusion zone of talc around the tent. It works, as long as their all on the other side of the exclusion zone!
I only have a short cycle into Launceston the next day.
After a brief look around the town and spending too much time in the library using Wi-Fi, I set about checking backpackers out for my return, as I plan to go further west.
I make a temporary booking at the Launceston Backpackers.
Its quite late in the afternoon by the time I head west out of town. I’m thinking there must be a better road out as this highway is manic. Its not too bad a hill but the headwind is staggering. Sod this I call out!
I pick my very heavy bike up, haul/drag it over the barriers and head back to the Launceston Backpackers. OH a room and a shower. Then off to pick up a Chinese. Heaven!
Not a great nights sleep though as the other rooms taken up by a group of young Chinese or Japanese kids. Bloody bedlam. That’s backpackers, one can’t guarantee a good nights sleep. And I wasn’t even in a dorm! Lance!
I leave the next morning after complaining. In their favour though it is a very good backpackers.
As I hit the road I don’t have much enthusiasm for this cycling malarkey! More to do with not getting much sleep. After a full two kilometres I roll into Treasure Island Cabin & Caravan Park.  A brief search of their site I find  a quiet perfect spot over looking the town and as far away from caravans as possible!
$20 per night. Seems extravagant for me, but worth it just for the shower. OMG it’s so good. Powerful and hot hot hot!
As evenings are drawing in and getting a bit nippy a long hot shower before bed is pure heaven after my cold-bush-folding-bucket washes. Bliss!
Broken pump
I enjoy the luxury of the library once more. Internet. Plus sort out a source for a bicycle box for my return.
I read more about Lance and break the floor stand on my pump!
Lesson: Great pump Topeak Morph. Just don’t use the floor stand on soft ground, it will snap!
Apart from that, happy days.
  • Launceston 19th April 2013 – 115 km’s
Wild/stealth camping spots can be viewed when zooming in on each location. Also click on the icon for a photo and another click on the photo will open it up in Flickr.


You can click on each photo for an enhanced Flickr view or the above Flickr slideshow for further photos for this post.



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