Iโve heard many a cyclist whisper in dark corridors … thatโs the first wash in a long time! ๐งผ I can never fathom how youโd want to sleep while encrusted in grime and sweat. But, I suppose needs must at times! So how can you stay clean while out cycle touring, wild camping and…
So here we are about to leave Tasmania. Over six months since I left the shores of England for New Zealand. In that time Iโve cycled countless miles (yet to tally up), conquered many BIG l o n g hills, visited family, worked at a backpackers, welded an ailing bike, fought mind bending headwinds,…
On my second attempt to leave Launceston my route is better planned ๐งญ I opt for a minor road (the old highway) which follows the newer Bass Highway. Not sure where Iโm heading, just west! One place Iโm interested in visiting is a town called, Bracknell. When my parents moved back from Ghana, we…
Leaving the coastal town of Bridport, I head slightly inland to catch the Bridport Road eastwards to George Town. The road is relatively flat, with only a slight headwind ๐ฌ๏ธ As previously, road kill remains the theme of the day. A 20 to 30 kg lump of Wombat is going to stink, as does…
After a glorious two nights rest at the Weldborough Hotel ๐จ (camping though!), Iโm pointed in the direction of a track that circumnavigates a lot of unnecessary road to Legerwood. Itโs the most direct route Iโm told. As before, Iโm a tad weary of dirt tracks! Will the rear rack handle any more corrugations?…
John escorted me to the perimeter of Hobart City. It was a genuine pleasure ๐ to follow someone without having to stop and browse a map. We still managed to get lost, though! Missing the turn-off for the Downing Point Bridge. The smaller of the two bridges ๐ ๐ spanning the Derwent River. I…