There you are, I’ve been lookin’ for you everywhere!
Gee you’re lookin’ well, ya been crook long?
Wadya mean your fine and been here the whole time.
It’s me that’s been M.I.A.?
The other day while travelling between Sydney and Brisbane, The Pillion and I decided to take a detour off the Pacific Highway for a rest break.
I often harp on about how good the roads and destinations are around these parts.
History, people and the surrounding scenery come together to make most places special in their own way.
Mum has come to pay a visit from Sydney this week, so this post will be light on words.
If I said I stopped and saw The Sow and Piglets, you’d probably think I was at a farm stay or something. Right?
Earlier this year I did just that while riding along the Great Ocean Road towards Port Campbell.
And what a sight it was.
On our way back from Port Arthur we came across a place within the Tasman National Park called the The Tasman Arch so we stopped for a look.
As is the case with any great adventure, The Pillion and I set off on Bluey one Sunday with no set destination and no deadline to work to.
We were just going to play it by ear.
It was a beautiful morning, about 25°C (77°F), hardly any breeze, the sun was shining and not a cloud could be seen for miles: Perfect riding weather.
I donned a pair of Kevlar flavoured jeans, threw my leather jacket over a T-Shirt and headed of with The Pillion for the short ride up to Dove Lake at the foot of Cradle Mountain.
One of the most iconic natural attractions on the Tasmanian landscape.
I love towns that are steeped in history. That haven’t been caught up in the “build or perish” mentality you see so often in today’s world.
Much of Tasmania is like that. Its like going back in time in some respects.
Updated July 3, 2016
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