Omeo To Tassie Including Melbourne

 A few days have passed with a combo of lowlands and towns.

Our aim was to hit Wilsons Prom, take it in and kick around for about 3-4 days, first it was Thursday, WHOLE place was supposedly booked out from Friday and Thursday full? but from our view you could fire a cannon through the place and not hit a thing.

Second, the weather, that night is blew like a bastid and our tent got full of gravel and sand with everything closed, would not have wanted to have been in the cheap shitter tents that blew down.

With the combo of awesome weather and booked out we wofted off, I suggested inland away from the coast incoming, back at Foster with a great coffee we met locals who pointed us in the right direction and we got to Korumbarra, very nice quiet camp with facilities which was mint as the weather closed in.

That afternoon I asked a local if it was going to rain, he said nup, not today, well one hour later there were epic thunder and lightening storms with the skys lit up which made our paid campground very cheap at that point with value going up with every bolt of lightening 😆

At night we were out in the heavy rain which was welcome to wash the shit off the tent but our (not so) secret weapon, undercover table, room for the tent and Скиппи so the second night was dry and we were as flash as Michael Jackson again.

Leaving the camps grounds and fireplaces we headed to civilization of South Melbourne to see Ellens friends which was well cool, very nice people and Скиппи provided some much loved entertainment of hooning around in a Russian sidecar.

I was head chef for a night as we made them a kiwi roast complete with Central Otago Pinot Noir for a taste of New Zealand.

Our departure saw us ride into what was the worst day we have had so far, the southerly wind was staunch and the driving rain was fresh, we crossed on the Sorrento Ferry to Queenscliff to meet up with Harry (met at Omeo accidentally), a fello like-minded Uralnutcaseengineereccentric so we get on like a house on fire.

Harry and Marge accommodated us with the first real bed of our trip…wasn’t bad 😃.

As Скиппи needed some geo work and Harry was well educated in this area we spent the better part of the day doing ….stuff (non civilian moto stuff) but knocked off so we don’t waste our drink and nibles time.

Two hot Russian ladies 👧

 Next desto, Tassie, an eye wateringly early and wet start (Sorry Harry) to the Spirit Of Tasmania we arrived to line up in quarantine etc, no worries there and our sailing was pretty flat considering the previous days weather, we are even acknowledged on the Ferry although I didn't think my chefing was that good 😍

 Arriving at Devonport was a late finish so opted for greasies Oz style before setting camp at a Caravan Park.

 Tassie, well, not a bad spot so far (really missing Melbournes weather 😘), we left the big city lights and ended up in Smithton, a great caravan park again with great facilities, we did shamrocking from here, this means a central base set up and do all the cool shit around the area 👌.

Smithton sign.

 Dip Falls stair down

 Dip Falls at the bottom

Big mofo tree, 16 metres girth.

 Limestone arch pond

Limestone arch looking up

 

4 nights, one flat topped hill, ice-creams and curry scollap pie, one limestone arch, one pillared waterfall, one humongous tree, many accounts of UDF (Ural Delay Facter) from fascinated humans, some dodgy rough backroads and some wine with our final night being a scollap and seafood chowder saw Smithton to a finish, no doubt there will be more to see here as we are bound to have missed something…that is travelling and exploring.  

Few vids at Twomotokiwis on Youtube too if you want to see live action.