We arrived early afternoon to a nice little cabin close to the beach. It had a washing machine, but not one anyone not currently in retirement was likely to have owned. One of the dual washing machines with one bucket for washing and one for spinning the clothes dry. It took us a while looking through the instructions to figure out how to use this archaic objrct, but we managed to get it sorted out and wash some clothes.
Having satisfied our manly ability to sort out any machine yet created, we decided to walk along the beach to see if we could get across to a small island we had seen earlier. Little did we know that the island was a few kms away, and the 'beach' nearest the cabin only started after a long traverse over kms of large rocks. Kinda fun, but thongs are not the best footwear when jumping around.
We did make it to the island in the end, crossing over the small sand bank that stretched between the beach and the island, getting over waist deep on the way out. We couldn't stay long as it was a penguin sanctuary and the tide was already coming in. Great day for a swim though :)
The day after was a trip down south to Freycinet National Park to check out Wineglass Bay. This is a great little bay to visit. If you have the time (and trust me you will need a fair bit of time) it's worth heading down to the beach proper. Pix and I managed to get a swim in, and the water, although pretty darn cold, was just fantastic. It is at least a two hour round trip with the second half a litttle sketchier than the first.
As well as being a very scenic place to visit, it turns out this is a bit of an unintentional adventure playground. There are heaps of large boulders on the sides of the path, with some of them just too enticing forr a novice trasseur to pass up. You can also get some spectacular extra views from on top of the rocks. Of course I can't condone leaving the wallking trail in a national park, but let's just say if you have the sight, you'll see a whole new landscape open up in front of you.
Another tip, Bring food. We each had plenty of water thanks to the Camelbacks we all brought for the ride, but we forgot to bring any type of snack. Consequently by the time we got back to the bikes, we were all starving. We hit the first restraunt we saw on the way back, and the food was goood. Unfortunately it also meant we were travelling back later than usual and it was dark by the time we got back to the cabin. Not such a big deal, except when riding with a couple of guys with tinted visors through wallaby country. We met up with one fuzzy friend, but no collisions thankfully.
The last day in Bicheno, we took a minor detour to check out some nice sweepers and take a few snapshots of our cornering. Not a bad little ride, as continues to be the standard in Tassie. After that we went a little further north to Aspley Gorge to have a look. It was getting a bit late to go for a proper walk, but we did get to the waterhole for a another great swim.
The ride to Westbury, our next stop looks to be another fantastic trip.
