Freycinet Lodge and Wineglass Bay

Tasmania 2023, Day 10

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A red letter day. We awoke naturally to the sunlight streaming over The Hazards and into our cabin as we nursed our hangovers from the wine and beer consumed last night.

We dragged ourselves off to a breakfast of smoked salmon benedict for Danielle, and a Freycinet “Big Brekky” for myself, with two double espressos.

We returned to our room for an in-room couples massage with Danielle inside, and me on the deck. It was very relaxing, if not overly “remedial”, but thoroughly enjoyable nevertheless. I arranged this yesterday afternoon as we rode into Coles Bay and I could see how stiff and sore Danielle was, and how hard she was trying, forging on beyond her limit on many days. She’d well and truly earned it.

After our massage we rested for a bit before heading off on a bush walk. We went along a walk/cycle path to the tourist carpark that leads up to the Wineglass Bay lookout. We headed up along the path, which was very well-established and equally well-tread.

Danielle and I at the Wineglass Bay lookout.

Danielle and I at the Wineglass Bay lookout.

The views at the top were amazing. Every part of the lookout was heavily trafficked by tourists (like us!) and we kept stopping to pick up rubbish we saw along the path. Aside from that it was an awesome outing. We paused at the lookout to have a light lunch of beef jerky and nuts, and I took the time to sketch the view in my tour journal.

A sketch I made of the view whilst having my lunch.

A sketch I made of the view whilst having my lunch.

On the way back we went via Honeymoon Bay, a tiny little spot with very beautiful views of the Hazards Beach outcroppings. We saw salmon and leatherjackets swimming in the crystal clear waters.

Men seek retreats for themselves… no retreat offers someone more quiet and relaxation than that into his own mind.

Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

We walked back to the cabin and I adjusted the rear derailleur on Danielle’s bike, as her gears were shifting incorrectly yesterday. Hopefully I’ve got it running right.

We had a nice long epsom salt bath again, and some complimentary mini-bar beers and cider. It was a totally lovely afternoon.

We walked up to the bistro and had a burger each, and I had a Cascade Export Stout. We were served again by the same waiter who was working in the restaurant last night. Pablo is a Spaniard from León, in Northern Spain. Pablo really looked after us well last night, and we had a nice chat about his hometown, as I told him of my desire to visit the region so I can make my Sad Hill pilgrimage to Burgos. He looked amazed that anybody would want to fly around the world to visit Burgos, but there you go…

We came back to our room and watched The Meg 2: The Trench, which was every bit as realistic and enthralling as the original. That Jonas bloke can do anything!

Follow the journey

  • Plan
    Planning our tour of the Apple Isle — and doing it this time!
    So we started planning this trip a few years ago, and unfortunately events at home (and not just the pandemic!) have transpired to keep us off our bikes for the most part, with a few exceptions such as my Great Ocean Road trip, but I had to do that one solo. In that time I’ve started a new job, Danielle bought a beautiful custom Velo Orange Pass Hunter gravel/touring bike and importantly, my children have continued to mature to the point I can now leave them for a few weeks to go a‑touring!
  • Day 0
    Taking the Spirit of Tasmania ferry to Devonport
    After more than a year of looking forward to, planning, stressing and organising, we’re finally on our way to sunny Tasmania! Of course, we haven’t quite made it to Tassie yet.
  • Day 1
    Poppies and hills to Gravelly Beach
    Our first-ever day of touring as a couple was, I fear, a bit of an eye-opener for Danielle! Not in terms of adventure, of course, as Danielle is a seasoned traveller who has roamed every corner of the world, but in terms of the physical demands of heavily loaded touring bikes.
  • Day 2
    Vineyards on the river, a family maritime history and... penguins!
    This morning was a lovely one as we packed up our gear, and rode around to the Paperbark Café, not far from the park we’d stayed the night in. The café was new, and the breakfast — “mushroom huddle” with bacon for me; smashed avocado with Tasmanian salmon for Danielle — was delightfully delicious. And cheap! $18 without the extras in this economy!
  • Day 3
    He cuts down trees, he skips and jumps, he likes to mow down cyclists...
    We slept well last night. Maybe a little too well. We didn’t get packed up and off until late and we rolled into George Town at about 09:30. We visited the post office and mailed ahead 3.9kg of extras to reduce weight from our packs. We stopped at a café and I bought a coffee and found a free copy of Deliverance.
  • Day 4
    Cherries
    We set off too late again this morning from Bridport and as a result rode in the peak of the heat. We only did 20 kilometres to Scottsdale but there were lots of hills, trucks and no shade nor shoulder. Scottsdale itself is atop a big hill. We rested, however temporarily, at a cemetery on the outskirts where a nice little park bench under a tree provided us shade. It was lovely.
  • Day 5
    The North East Tasmanian Rail Trail
    Today was a lovely day. We got up before sunrise (05:00) and were on the path to the North East Tasmanian Rail Trail before the sun came up. Compared to everything we’d ridden to date, and standing alone, it was a delightful leisurely roll through rainforest, farms, granite cuttings with overgrown ferns, old growth forest and logging areas and little makeshift station memorials where we had coffee and a breather.
  • Day 6
    Hitching a ride to the Bay of Fires
    We woke up this morning at The Dorset Hotel, and had our breakfast in the little dining room downstairs, packed our bags and bikes, and wheeled them across to the road to Bark Off Bikes. We took our fenders off in the rain then boarded the bus.
  • Day 7
    On our way to Biche—oh no!
    Today was… well… let’s start at the beginning, shall we? We awoke after spending a beautiful night under the clearest skies, to a gorgeous sunrise on the Bay of Fires. As we packed our tent, the sun poked up with beams of light streaming through the clouds and spread across the bay, and it was marvellous!
  • Day 8
    Bumming a lift
    We started the morning with a nice brunch at Sco. & Co. and The Lifebuoy Café in St. Helens, as we we had arranged a rendezvous with Steve at 11. I had a mushroom bruschetta with bacon and Danielle had the green eggs and haloumi. It was delicious and both dishes featured a really nice basil pesto. We finished breaking our fast and rode back to the park opposite the hotel to take off our fenders and await Steve.
  • Day 9
    On the road again...
    We left the holiday park in Bicheno this morning nice and early, about 07:00, and stopped at the Blue Edge Bakery for a quick start coffee before heading south. The hills were very flat and rolling along was easy enough.
  • Day 10
    Freycinet Lodge and Wineglass Bay
    A red letter day. We awoke naturally to the sunlight streaming over The Hazards and into our cabin as we nursed our hangovers from the wine and beer consumed last night. We dragged ourselves off to a breakfast of smoked salmon benedict for Danielle, and a Freycinet “Big Brekky” for myself, with two double espressos. We returned to our room for an in-room couples massage…
  • Day 11
    The end of the cycling portion of our cycling tour
    Well, fuck. We awoke late and had a nice breakfast, then packed up, checked out and headed off. At first we made good time.
  • Epilogue: Conquering the Mountain!
    I’ve had such an awesome tour this year around Tasmania, but I have to admit to some small disappointments and setbacks. So when I set out this morning at 05:45 to conquer kunanyi, the 1,270m high mountain overlooking Hobart, I was very dubious about my chances of making it successfully to the summit.
  • Epilogue: Kingston Beach
    Danielle’s parents live in Sandy Bay, and her aunt Jan lives in Kingston Beach. The Channel Highway connects the two seaside suburbs of Hobart and lucky for us, it’s a favourite route for local cyclists, and for very good reason.

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