Bruny Island And More

Time to pack up with Bruny Island the next set of victims.

Arriving at the Ferry terminal, yet again the queue was longer than a rainy forecast for Tasmania, this time we just said ok this is it, to be fair we were on the ferry in about 1 hour which allowed us to have a scoff while waiting.

Upon getting to Bruny Island the first port of call was John Bullock, Richard Bullocks bro. John is the very famous “The Bruny Island Baker”, we had heard about him prior to chatting with Richard but at the time we did not know he was his bro.

Coffee, real coffee John made which was second to none and he raided his vege patch so we could take some fresh supplies which was a very nice gesture and well received, thanks John.

Camp for the night was at Jetty Beach started well, beautiful spot until 6.20am when the stupid fucking neighbours were talking loud and larfing in the dead quiet, totally disrespectful to say the least braking camp etiquette.

We found a better quieter site for the following night letting her and her mates know of their selfish acts.

We just missed the double rainbow as we didn't have the camera...so you gets whats left.

Focusing on better times we rode around to Cloudy bay which involved a 3 km stint along the beach, Skippy has 2WD so no worries, I did hook 2WD to see how it would go and yeap, pretty much straight ahead due to diff lock.

Arriving at camp there was a 110 Landy so I went and talked to the guy being a Landy eccentric and all, he had a 130 as well setup for proper 4 wheelin, we showed him Patrick which he thought was pretty cool.

The camp site was very nice and pretty relaxed, did my 007 fishing again, 0 fish, 0 talent, 7 hours…just as well we had lamb chops.

18 km walk, well it wasn’t supposed to be but ended up being, while still good exercise the were no real views and it was very scrubby.

The beach at mid point, not hard to look at.

Our cool neighbours gave us a coupla Oysters to chomp on, they were very hearty in size and beautiful.

Next mission over to Adventure Bay, we were going to get a tent spot at the Caravan park but they were full so we carried on the Neck which was very nice, a trip back to The Bruny Island Baker saw us buy 4 more loafs of bread, 2 for us and 2 for our neighbours who were moto heads too.

John Bullock...THE Bruny Island baker!!

Saying farewell to Bruny Island after 5 nights it was back to the mainland Tassie.

Skippy was due an oil change so this was the mission to get that sorted, we bought everything we needed, Oil filter, 2 bottles of 10-50 fully syn oil (Already had some on board) and a serving of time…just enough to get it done as time is expensive.

Being a treat day we ended up at an RSL, cheap camping with toilets and showers with the proviso you buy something from them, meal, drinks etc.

Perfect place to change the oil and filter, easy done with spare fizzy drink bottles and a fresh belly of oil for Скиппи, ironically the serving of time was perfect for getting the job done as it didn’t take 1 minute longer 8-D.

The evening meal was duck, veges and fried rice shared with Ellen who had a seafood platter, beautifully done duck it was excellent.

 

 

Port Arthur next on the list of places to go saw a nice but very cold day, passing a moto shop we took the used oil in and they were more than happy to take it and recycle it, good

men, a quick yarn and a thankyou we were on our way.

Weather forecast was looking dodgy so we booked into the Caravan Park as it had central kitchen etc, well fucking BOM again got it so wrong the day was stunning, again we had some retarded teenagers thinking it was cool to keep everyone awake at nearly midnight…wankers.

To finish it off my Hills waterproof oily hat from New Zealand got stolen, the camp people didn't give a shit so I would thoroughly recommend going ANYWHERE else other than this shothole.  

We left early after a shit sleep to go to the National Park for hiking etc, this time with very very little rain showing it pissed down….another excellent forecast from BOM.

If I was that far out in my job I wouldn’t have one.