Every November in the little town of Ross the islands bikers, visitors from the mainland and a few from further afield, gather for the Tasmanian Motorcycle Show. Its a smallish event held just off route one. I`ve put this here because VT has no Ross page yet. Here`s an extract from my journal;`We turn off at Ross, like most places it`s small and...more
This classic Yamaha actually competed in the Isle of Man TT races. The owner started it up and rode it around the field and it was era splittigly loud, great stuff. Being a racing bike it had to come on a trailer, fair enough, but from what i could see almost all the show bikes came on trailers and talking to some of the old boys in the ring...more
Theres only one way to cook around here, get some friends over, load up the esky and have barbeque. There is tons of road kill around here so watch your neighbour isnt trying to palm you off with possum instead of a prime piece of cat.
Favorite Dish: In a rustic setting like this anything that goes on that grill will taste great!
Rhyndaston really is an out of the way place, we were told of a bar several kilometeres up the road but its not very clean and the owner is a miserable old sod. My best advice is to stock up at the bottle shop and have a night in, we were introduced to the `clean skin` bottle of wine, a locally produced wine sold cheap as opposed to putting a label...more
This is Rhyndaston, its miles from anywhere (and all the better for it) so you make your own fun. On our last night we took a few bottles round to Forest Road to visit Liam and Marion, Brendon, Sinead and Tara and had a whale of a time, Marion and Becky cooked great plates of food Paul pulled the corks and i helped Liam drink it all. We got the...more
Still triping from the venom of a spider bite in Sydney the night before we headed off and got lost as soon as possible. There is one road from Launceston to Hobart and we missed it and took the rural route, after a few miles the road ran out and it was loose surface all the way to the end where thankfully it joined the road we were looking for. It...more
We flew into Launceston airport where i was immediatly busted for carrying an apple across the state line (yes really) Car rental was cheap so we grabbed a newish Mitsubishi and loaded up. The rental agent reminded us that if we went off road then our insurance would be invalid, then he asked where we were headed, in total ignorance of the terrain...more
The gathering of the clans happens every year on the last full moon before Xmas. A neutral venue such as a footie field is chosen and months of preperation precede the great day, webbed feet are polished, back hair is combed and mullets are trimmed in readiness, everyone wants to look thier best after the long, dark winter months of huntin` and f****in` The ceremoney begins with the return of hostages, usually small children taken in error during the dark months, the small, wooly creatures are often mistaken for livestock. In Tasmania this is sometimes refered to as a cultural exchange and it gives the clans a chance to learn each others languages, for instance, in one clan you might be offered `a little bugger` and you will come away with a small troublesome child, in other places you come away with a sore arse.
At the conclusion of the gathering a new location will be chosen for the ceremoney`s finale, the clans will gather together around a barely smouldering log and repeatedly consume fermented vegetable extracts until an advanced state of mental incompetance is achieved, this can be seen in varying degrees from "hey! i can`t hardly play the banjo no more" to "you get to drive mate" and an award of a set of keys is made, at this point great oaths are often sworn. The greatest award ever given happened nearly 16 years ago when a local blacksmith married a girl from overseas and persuaded her to move in with him. In recognition of this widening of the gene pool his likeness can now be seen on the banknotes.
Having been invited to the home of Liam and Marion for an evenings entertainment (in Tasmania this means drinking) we were given the tour before the sunset. Just behind the house is this dirtry great drop off, you wouldn`t know it was there in the dark, i didn`t know it was there in the daylight so take care in the woods. Tasmania is a rugged place...more
...or you`ll get a car full of locals.
Here`s Imogen and her friend who`s name i`ve forgotten (i`m sure she`ll write and tell me) and litte Lewis is asleep on the right. We were on our way back from somewhere and said `anyone want a lift?` we got 3 of them.
South of Hobart on route 6, past Huonville (look for the impressive wooden pillars ) is the Tahune Forest Reserve and the Big Tree, its a big tree in the middle of a forest, just where you would expect to find one really, and its set back from the road so look out for the sign that says `Big Tree` Its 87 meters tall so it really is a big tree. When...more
Take the A6 south from Hobart, through Huonville, turn right at Geeveston on the C631 and go to the end of the road - welcome the Tahune Forest Airwalk, 597 meters of walking through the tree tops at an average height of 20 meters above the forest floor. A fantastic way to get closer to some of Australias best native woodlands, a family ticket...more
Favorite thing: Rhyndaston really is an out of the way place so don`t expect too much in the way of entertainment, i recommend a good book for starters.