Copenhagen

Today we rode north to Rostock at the top of Germany where we took a ferry across to Denmark and rode north to Copenhagen to visit my friends Ange Tim and Ella who were staying there for a week.

The ride was pleasant if not exciting and the ferry trip was 2 hours so I managed a little kip on the deck in the sun. By the evening we had arrived in Copenhagen and met up with my friends at the little apartment they had rented.

The next day (hot again) we decided to take the train north and visit the Louisiana Gallery that had an African exhibition on the go.  Louisiana is a spectacular gallery set within the rolling grounds of its sculpture park  featuring sculptures of Max Ernst, Henry Moore, Alexander Calder, Jean Dubbufet and Joan Miró. All of this overlooks the coast with glimpses of Sweden on the far shore. This is a must see if you come to Copenhagen

We return to Copenhagen and decide that we had not had a good enough catch up so we stayed another night in the sweltering heat and I made nachos for all for dinner.

Next morning we headed out for the 3 hour motorway ride back to Kolding so Gerty could get to work.

Waiting for ferry to dock

Dog toilet on the ferry WTF

Louisiana Art Gallery

Ang Tim and Ella at Louisiana (Thats Sweden on the horizon)

The gang Just before goodbyes

Potsdam

 

We arrived at Potsdam and checked in to a wonderful hotel on the river just across from the University. 

As the sun lowered and the summer river swimmers had retired we wandered down the avenue  to find a restaurant. We wandered in an took a seat at a packed street restaurant only to find they served a  eye fillet steak with shaved truffle. This was one of the best steaks I have ever eaten and that include the Tassie Strahan hotels masterpiece.  Day two we toured the University's Human Interaction Design school and labs. Some really cool research going on and some great workshop/maker/hacker/fab Lab  set ups.

Day 3 was reserved for a visit to San Soucci Palace. I have visited this once before but its grounds and its situation is brilliant. This time we were lucky enough to tour the palace. These places always remind me of how small people were before improved diet and health caused a growth spurt. I expect I could handle the lifestyle of the privileged but hate to think of the middle and lower classes' plight.

We also had a formal duty here which was to visit the Hasso - Plattner institute in Potsdam University. We met with a colleague of Gertys, Patrick who is the Professor of computer science and chair of Human Computer Interaction (HCI) Lab. He took us on a tour of the facilities and got to see some incredible research. See some of the research here I especially liked the "Haptic Turk" and the "Protopiper", brilliant.

The visited ended with Danielle giving a lecture to an undergrad engineer class. This certainly disturbed some of the students (Danielle would say constructively disrupted) and gave them a good shake up.

Oh, and one of my favourites is that lots of places in Europe seem to have robotic lawnmowers, and the one at the uni is priceless see below.

 

The Robot Lawn Mower

View from the hotel balcony

Good Lady Wilde outside our room in Potsdam

Sanssouci  Palace

Cant visit the palace without taking this one

Check this mini bar treat. A giant pickle in a can

Best steak in a long time. Fillet with red wine and some berry goop, topped with shaved truffle. Yep I ate the potatoes very un paleo

Weimar and Bauhaus

After much 160km-h autobahnstorming we  arived late in the afternoon in Weimar. A cute little town with a rich history. We checked into a boutique hotel and quickly got out of our sticky )40deg today= bike gear and sat on the roof top terrace for a bit before heading out to the town square for a feed and a well earned beer.

The reason for our visit was that the professor had to give a lecture at the original and famous Bauhaus University. We were treated to a tour of the facilities by one of the professors collegues. Not a pretty campus compared to some but it had a great feel. The history of the Bauhaus movement is well documented and a quick wiki seasrch will give you the details but for now I'll give you my take away.

It was an artistic movement between 1919 and 1935 that seemed to want to return function to form as a priority driven also by the modernism movement. Students of the movement we first grounded deeply in building things or "Making" in todays terms. This meant all students were first taught the trades inc carpetry, metal work, ceramics etc etc etc before perrsuing their "Art". Hitler put an ewnd to the movement as he saw it as a threat as too left wing and intelectual.

I was blown away by the workshops at the uni. Huge wood, metal, ceramic, plastics etc workshops as well as the more common making environments of today 3D printing, laser cutting and arduinos.

I loved the place. you may find the old schools output a bit harsh. but you can see its influence on Industrial design, architechure, and art today. The Maker culture of today would love it.

The Professors Billing

The original Bauhaus Mark

Rooftop terrace at our hotel sans G&T

A lazy Rodan lying around in the foyer

Bahnstorming

Gerty, had some work trips scheduled in Germany so we decided to ride our motorcycles and make a bit of a first tour of it. Gerty, had some work trips scheduled in Germany so we decided to ride our motorcycles and make a bit of a first tour of it. We had two nights in Weimar and 3 nights in Potsdam booked for Gerty's work and tacked on three extra nights to get there and back.

In the usual fashion we had got off to a late start so our goal was to get as far as possible towards Weimar as we could. This involved taking some major roads. We soon found our selves on a autobahn. This was a bit of a foreign concept so we spent some time sussing it out but once we had worked out the rules we were soon travelling at 140 to 160kph most of the time. What a hoot. I even got the F700gs up to its maximum speed of an indicated 205kph that the GPS measured at 195kph. This later figure aligns with the stated BMW max speed. To reach this I had it pinned (no more twist in the throttle) and had to lay flat on the tank to avoid the wind and also to place extra weight on the front of the bike to stop it wobbling. I even had to ride one handed to stop the wind buffeting feeding back into the steering.

Apart from being adrenaline filled max speed fun travelling at this speed is tiring so 140 -150 became our average. I did learn pretty quickly that the 700s windshield has to go, its far to inefficient for highway travel.

At a coffee break we had booked a motel on line at Wittenberg. Which seemed about half way to Weimar. We had no idea what his place was about but when we arrived we realised we had booked into a year round indoor ski centre. Outside it looked like a big shed in an industrial area, inside however people were tromping around in ski gear having après ski drinkies etc like any other ski resort. After a quick kip we dined overlooking people skiing well into the evening. My meal consisted of schweinaxel and beer with Kraut and potatoes. Brilliant. 

What a cool and bizarre place.

Sense of Direction

It was time for the Beemers first service just in time for our trip to Germany. Up at 6:00 and off to Ølgod and our friends at Xpedit. The service was straight froward and we were allowed to watch and talk to the mechanics which is a pleasant surprise. My bike needed a bit of a rear wheel alignment and chain tension but apart from that all was as to be expected.

I also took this opportunity to get Xpedit to install my new Garmin LM390 GPS and show me how its done so I can install Gertys. A GPS is very useful here where I can't full understand the signs. Finally I can get lost and just press home when I'm tired or my sense of direction fails me.

Vstream GPS mount

Garmin 390 installed

Pulled Pork and Chasing Daiseys N Jylland

Needed to get the Ks up for my first service tomorrow so Gerty and I headed out for a pulled pork burger then try and revisit the Daisy route I found the other day.

Said Pulled Pork Burger and gratis kaffe

Well the burger was up to its usual standard ie bloody great, so we headed out. 

Now the daisy route is poorly signed at best. For example after following a set of linked signs for some time you may come  to a T intersection with no sign. Today was one of those cases and I unfortunately chose incorrectly and got lost. Alas we did not re experience the mini twisites.

Oh well next time.

N Jylland - Chaising Daiseys

Today I went chasing daises again but this time headed north to where the the land wrinkles due to the receding ice sheet, back in the day (the ice age day that is). I'm sorry but no map or pictures, but what a ride. I managed to track most daises and fluked the correct turns when the signs disappeared. There was a bit of everything, lots of little twisty country lanes, jump ups, forests, tree covered roads, lakes, wild life (voles, pheasants, and squirrel looking things) and no traffic. I'm not really sure where I rode but I roughly headed to Horsens then west in and around Silkeborg finishing in Ry before bolting back to Kolding via the Motorway as I'd been out for 4 hours.

I hope I can find my way back here again and hopefully find a decent bloody cafe.

Pulled Pork

Denmark seems to produce a shit load of pork for Europe,  I think it must be the biggest export even before wind turbines and LEGO. So today's ride consisted of Gerty showing me a great little motorcycle cafe just near Midlefart on the island of Fyn.

We rode out of Kolding eastward across the bridge joining Jylland and Fyn and shortly afterwards we came upon a little cafe with loads of motorcycles parked out side. The cafe does a roaring trade and there must have been 50 bikes there all getting their free coffee and great burgers. We followed the lead of a group of Scuba divers that were refuelling after a mornings dive (Dry suits all year around here) and ordered the Pulled Pork Burger. My God what a taste sensation. This little cafe will now definitely become a regular launching point for rides in Fyn which allegedly contains some real danish twisites.

Said Cafe

Gerty and the Beemers post Pulled Pork Burger

There had apparently been a motorcycle festival just north of Kolding hence so many bikes but it is apparently always busy. Danish motorcyclists are no different from motorcyclist in OZ. It was only moments before they were chatting to us (luckily in English) sharing the usual enthusiasm and openness that I've come to enjoy in the Australian motorcycling fraternity.

Chasing Daisies SW Jylland

Today Gerty and I set out for our first real ride. My bike is in its run in period so nothing to hard. So We went chasing daisies.

There is a famous route around Denmark taking in all the most spectacular parts and roads outside the major cities, its called the "Marguerite route".  It is signposted by small brown signs with a daisy on them, and there are so many you can pretty much spot a sign turn off and enjoy the ride. The total route is about 3,600km and hopefully I'll get to see all of it eventually, but for now its a good way of having random adventures by just chasing daises.

The sign to follow

All 3,600km of the Marguerite route

Today we headed out to the south west of Jylland which is the western most lump of land making up three major bits of Denmark along with the island of Fyn and the island of Sjælland (where Copenhagen is situated). We rode about 300 kms of country roads skirting the sth east coast almost crossing the German boarder before we decided to head back on a more major road to Kolding. We enjoyed a quick bite to eat in a seaside town of Hejlsminde in the brilliant sunshine which has been pretty rare this summer. I'm sorry I cant publish a map but The GPS is not yet hooked up and quite frankly I'm not sure what roads we took.

The New Beemers at their first Lunch stop

Did I mention Denmark is flat. Really flat. It was formed buy the leading edge of the ice sheet during the ice age. Consequentially its land forms are basically the dirt wrinkle formed in front of the ice sheet. Its highest mountain (read lump) is only ~270m so twisties in the traditional sense are very rare. It is however undulating and very rural so it is easy to find very entertaining rides only minutes from home.

New Beemer for European Assault

Today I took delivery of my new BMW F700GS from Xpedit my new BMW dealer here in Denmark.

It has actually been sitting at the dealer for ten days fully paid up and proud whilst I waited for my residency number (CPR number) to come through so it could be registered.

By the way this was also my second attempt to pic it up as two days earlier we drove out (2hr return) to pick it up only to be faced with driving rain  that did not let up. So we had to retreat back to Kolding to regroup.

The dealer was kind enough to let me take my new Schubert C3 pro helmet, Rukka gloves, jacket, trousers, Dayton boots, inner bag for the BMW top box all on account to pay him when my transfer comes through. Plus he gave me a great discount. Thanks Rune.

Happy birthday to me in the Koldinghus rape dungeon

Gerty took me for my birthday dinner at the Madkælderen Koldinghus a spectacular restaurant in the cellars of the old castle.

As you descend the stairs and loose the natural light I couldn't help but think "Rape Dungeon" and was bracing myself for the gimp suit and ball gag. But as our eyes adjusted to the lower light the atmosphere revealed itself to be cosy and viking like with lots of wood, sheep skins, barrels and candles with not a hint of PVC to be seen.

The food was spectacular. It was a set menu of never ending courses each one weird and delicious. For example the first dish was a potted asparagus with edible dirt made from honey and a substrate of some form of mayonnaise. The wine service was also interesting it was a self serve selection on a side table with about 12 different wines to match with all the courses. We were guided through this performance by charming a and helpful waitress.

Definitely coming back here. Thanks Gerty

The cellar at Kolding haus

Entree

And the winner is?

BMW  F700GS

So why the F700GS?

Well I still have my trusty R1200GS in OZ and would have loved the same here in Denmark. However, due to the very high upfront tax on motor vehicle purchases here in Denmark (ie 180% of purchase price) I could not afford the $60,000 price tag for a bike that costs 22k in OZ.

So it was downsize or don't ride (yeah right)

Of all the test candidates it came down to the F800GT or the 700GS. The GT had my heart because of its looks but after much deliberation I decided the F700GS the best fit, best all round and most suited to my European aspirations. It made sense as Danielle has also just purchased a F700GS so it will be nice to be able to take those dirt roads together without second thought.

I got a good deal from Xpedit as some one had managed to taken it for a ride in Copenhagen instantly making it a demonstrator. This and the fact its last years colour made it a bit cheaper but still has 2015 first rego and full new warranty with only 325km on the clock.

I still can't quite get my head around the fact that it still costs more than a new R1200GS in OZ but I'm sure once on the road all will be forgotten.

Sweet,

Oh and its silver so it will look just like a baby version of my R1200GS when I farlkle it with shiny aluminium panniers and crash bars etc.

Testing 1, 2, 3 .........8

Over the last two weeks I have driven to the west coast of Denmark to test ride motorcycles eager to purchase one and begin my adventures in Europe with Danielle.

After much searching on the net and use of Google translate I discovered Suzuki and BMW dealer about an hour away. The Dealers were both helpful but the BMW dealer in Ølgod (Translation = Beer Good) was a great find with the owner Rune Bach Anderson looked after us with numerous test rides (~7 over six visits) and buy keeping the shop open after hours for us. He has also kindly lent us gear whilst we wait for ours to arrive by ship and has let us take gear that we have purchased before international transfers of cash have actually landed.  I'd highly recommend Rune (pronounced Roona) and his teams in both the Ølgod and Copenhagen Xpedit A/S dealerships.

Anyway to the candidate bikes. All were given a thorough test and here are my thoughts

The F800GT was great fun, best brakes, best power delivery and best looking. But it is more expensive, not as easy to load up and I did feel more comfortable on the dirt roads on the dual sport format bikes. I really loved the ride but it did entice me to speed at every opportunity and the speeding fines are horrendous here. I'm not saying its all that powerful compare to what I'm used to but its light and does provide a grin inducing pull up through the revs.

The F800GS was as expected and didn't handle on road nearly as well as the others and for the extra money it just isn't as suited to Europe as the 700. There is no doubt though I would choose this for extended off road and dirt or RTW though. It would be a great around and through OZ bike.

The Vstrom 650 was great value, very planted, has a comfy seat and a smooth if dull delivery but, it's very ugly and lacks any personality. I found its finish is fairly agricultural and it felt too big and heavy for what it was given its low power. A real down side was its screen which delivered the worst buffeting regardless of position. Its probably a sensible economic choice but bugger that.

The F700GS felt really familiar, friendly, rock solid in the corners and feels very light and flickable. Its power is a bit down on the other beemers but it delivers what it has in all the right places making it better than the the others, all things considered. The seat and screen that so many complain about did not bother me but I am braced to replace if needed.

Mmmmm GT or GS ?

Ørnen er landet

The Eagle has Landed.

I finally arrived at Copenhagen airport at 2pm. Following a brief (read almost non existent) customs and immigration process I was through the gate to meet Danielle. Of course she had her head in an electronic device so didn't see me but a quick shout fixed that and we soon embraced.

Off to the the train and a three hour trip to Kolding, our new home. I love the first train trip from the airport of a new place. Just watching the view pass the window and registering what's different and whats the same as OZ is so cool. It seems a very red and green place peppered with small towns, villages and Dannebrog (Danish Flags) peppered everywhere.

Arriving at Kolding station we hailed a cab to the little bed sit flat Gerty has rented for us until we find permanent digs. Soon refreshed and before I fell asleep too early we headed out for a walk around the town to get my bearings and to see Koldinghus (the local castle which had captured my net surfing fuelled imagination). We then settled in for a wine and steak at Cafe Mocca in one of the little town squares.

 

Gerty at our first night in Kolding

Koldinghus with one of the said Dannebrog atop

Doh, ..... Ha

I'm enroute to Denmark.

I chose to fly Qatar Airways again or as my mate David calls it "Air Guitar". It's the cheapest and shortest flight from OZ to DK at 22:50hrs. It also has great service and its transfer at Doha is perfectly timed from a jet lag perspective and it allows time for an hour long massage at the airport Spa. Or so I thought. Unfortunately I was a little out of it and forgot to allow for the late arrival time of my flight. So my blissful oily relaxed state was shattered when the masseur asked what time my flight left and said I had 10 minutes to make my flight. So I swung into crisis mode. Step 1 mild panic attack. Step 2 run semi naked through the spa facility to take a shower. Step 3 sprint through the terminal wildly trying to determine where my gate is. Step 4 bump randomly into the staff member that had been sent to find me and join her an a team sprint to the Gate.

Doh!

I made it. I was also not to be the last on board so I  could relax and let another be the focus of the hateful stares of the entire complement of seated passengers. Ha

More Walkabout

First day back at work and I'm surprised at the weight I feel and find it difficult to put it into words. Miles Franklin kindly sums it up for me

"My sphere in life is not congenial to me. Oh, how I hate this living death which has swallowed all my teens, which is greedily devouring my youth, which will sap my prime, and in which my old age, if I am cursed with any, will be worn away! As my life creeps on for ever through the long toil-laden days with its agonising monotony, narrowness, and absolute uncongeniality, how my spirit frets and champs its unbreakable fetters — all in vain!"

Consequently,  (Silver lining and all) I was going to close this blog but I have decided to maintain it just to keep myself honest by capturing all the adventures I manage to cram in, to spite work and the black dog.

Walkabout_C'est tout! .......... for now :-)

My years walkabout finishes today,

After;

• Walking over 1,600km across Spain, UK, Iceland, France, Italy, Switzerland and New Zealand
• Sailing 100nm on a hired yacht up the Croatian Coast
• Cruising 3,207 nm to the top of Norway and back
• Backpacking in Croatia, Montenegro, Serbia, Scotland, UK, NZ, Iceland and Spain
• Riding my motorcycle over 26,000km around Australia

I'm not tired, not one little bit. I have however, made millions of great memories, lost a bit of weight,  enjoyed my own company and that of others.

I did not have any epiphanies, but did make some personal observations as follows

1. One thing that became abundantly clear to me though was that one can accomplish and awful lot for not much money when your not working 5 days a week to earn the money you think you need to support a lifestyle that you think makes you happy but ultimately doesn't and that's even if you like your job.
2. Ultimately the concept of "career" is not a substitute for life.  Its a mechanism of business/society to extract the most work for the least money by fucking with your perception of self and societal worth. Its just making me think positively about devoting most of my time to something I probably wouldn't do if you didn't have to.

Its my job (if you like) is to address these some how get some balance. Work less and live more. My current (ie the average person in Aus) situation of working 100-200 hrs for one day off that I'm too stressed to enjoy is very unhealthy and ultimately unsustainable.

I'm not sure how I'll cope with a return to mainstream, but here goes.

Gippsland last fling

With return to work looming ominously next week I headed out to my mate Theo's in Gippsland for one last fling and taste of freedom. I rode out Friday lunch time to arrive in time for the usual hospitality including inspecting and playing Theos new guitar purchases, a cigar, a Guinness and great Meal.

Next Morning we set off for Wilsons Prom in largely fine but variable weather conditions. The Strong wind made some parts interesting for the wrong reasons but on the whole the ride was fast and fun.

We reached Tidal River around lunch. After a walk on the beach, sweating in our motorcycle gear in the now briliant sunshine, we procured a coffee and viddles. We returned via Foster and Yarram with the final squirt through Tarra Bulga and over Mt Tassie. As has become customary Theo, Rosa and I e finished the day with some great food at the local Indian restaurant.

Sunday at about mid day I pointed the Beemer toward home. Work tomorrow :-(

GS OZ _Fin

Arrived back at Port Melbourne at 6am this morning.

Thats it. I've now completed a complete circumnavigation of Australia (inc Tassie) on the trusty 1200GS. A total of 26,000 km and who knows how many memories (many of which I've already forgotten, bloody memory).

I have still to ride from Adelaide to Alice to have completed the Australian motorcycling "figure 8". But I'm sure I'll do that in winter with Leasky some year.

GS OZ_TAS Devonport

Last day today and decided to take the road to Exeter then the B71 and B72 to Deloraine. A bit of a round about way but better than the A1. From Deloraine it was out to Mole Creek and up the mountains to Moina stopping for our usual last look at the Tiers country at the Round Mountain look out. The last leg was along the Forth River to Devonport for a Guinness or two before boarding the Spirit of Tassie.

Bye Bye Tassie until next time.

I can remember my motorcycle trip to Tassie on my first bike, the Ducati. My skills were non existent, each curve a death threat, my back ached, distances took for ever and I was passed by every vehicle on the road. Now it is effortless, fluid, fast and fun and I do the overtaking, but one thing remains the same, Tassie, ts roads, its scenery, its people.

GS OZ_TAS Launceston

Waving goodbye to Bicheno it was up to St Marys for Pancakes before the awesome ride to Launy via St Helens and Scottsdale.

GS OZ_TAS Bicheno

Today we rode up to Bicheno my chill favorite spot in Tassie. We did detour to do the B34 Lake Leak road to Campbell Town and back on the way. Again this road was even more fun than usual with the Beemers poise and my riding improving.

Bicheno was idyllic as usual. We sat in the sun on our veranda overlooking the bobbing fishing boats in the bay and polishing off a few rumbos and cigars. Then it was time for our customary swim in the ice cold water to rejuvenate before walking to dinner at Cyranos, a little french restaurant (read Gem) for some fine food, wine and a chat to Madame Chef.

It doesn't get much better than this.

GS OZ_TAS Rest Day Hobart

 Raining today. I had wanted to go to MONA by ferry but will do that another time when its fine. Instead we went to a movie (Lincoln) in the arvo and sampled a Curry for dinner.

GS OZ_TAS Hobart

Strahan to Queenstown for coffee and then to Derwent Bridge for Lunch. This section is probably my favorite in Tassie. I never get bored with this and I'm riding better than ever so its even more fun. The road from Derwent bridge to Hobart is nice but the surveying is average so it drags a bit. Still the worst roads in Tassie are better than most of the good roads in other states.

Tucked up in the Hobart Grand Chancellor by 4pm and ready for a rest day tomorrow as the weather looks a bit rainy.

GS OZ_TAS Corinna to Strahan

Broke camp and rode to the Corinna punt the "Fat Man" to cross the Pieman River. From hear the dirt eased and soon we were on sweet tar to Zeehan for Coffee.

Whilst in Zeehan we rode up to see (and ride through) the Slip Tunnel. The Slip Tunnel connects two sides of a mountain for mining purposes that have long since past. The tunnel is just big enough for a car but once in you cant open the doors. Apparently couple freaked out recently and got stuck so now it is no closed to all but pedestrian access.Unless of course you can squeeze your bike between the bollards as we did. A bit of fun and the ride up was very pretty.

Speaking of fun. As the day was still young we decided to take the long way to Strahan via Rosberry-Lake Pimsol-Queenstown. Yee-Haaaa what a road, well surveyed, good surface, no traffic, no cops, twisties, sweepers, fast straights, spot on scenery, etc etc.  The Beemer, her new tires and slightly more competent pilot ate this up.

Still buzzing, we checked into the Hotel in Strahan and celebrated with a beer overlooking the harbor as is customary.

GS OZ _TAS Western Explorer

Awoke at 5:30 AM to the ships intercom announcing our arrival at Devonport. The disembarkation procedure for motorcycles is vastly improved this year and were onshore at 6:45. After our ritual Pie, coffee and procrastination at Banjos bakery we rode west to Stanley to begin the Western Explorer adventure.

The Western Explorer starts in earnest at Marrawah  so we had a pub lunch and a corrugation smoothing beer at the local pub before setting off on the 160k's to Zeehan of mostly dirt road. Leasky was a bit tentative, so we had been asking locals about the roads condition along the way. Responses varied from "heavily corrugated not maintained in 20years" to "good, no problems" ie they didn't have a friggin clue. One woman claimed "it was ok but you have to whatch out for the bull dust", Bull Dust? where are we in NT.

Anyway we decided to give it a go and turn back if it wasn't any fun.

The road is silica based made from tailings from a nearby mine at Savage River. it is, therefore, a white snaking track through a green wilderness of forest and button grass plains.  Its truley spectacular when your not looking 50m ahead at the road. It is steep in places but the steepest sections have been tarred. Also it wasn't was very corrugated at all and whilst the odd place had sandy build up that freaked Leasky out to the point of declaring it was "the worst ride of his life" it is a solid road and we rank amateurs(dirt) could avg a speed of 40-60k.  Not much call for standing on the pegs either.

5pm we decided to camp so found a little place off the road to unroll our swags struck a fire and settled in for a peaceful night talking shit.

GS OZ_TAS Tassie Chapter

In another last minute Decision I'm taking the Beemer for a lap of Tassie to really complete the round OZ concept. Leasky is coming along and this time were doing the western explorer, a dirt rod down the west coast.

Boarded the spirit Tassie around 6:30 and now watching Melbourne disappear in the distance under a spectacular electric storm.

NZ Abel Tasman Track

Just completed the 3day Abel Tasman track. Dense fern covered tracks with glimpses of brilliant blue ocean truncated each day with an idic campsite on a secluded beach. "Sweet as bro"

NZ Routburn Track

Just completed the 3 day Routburn track. It's reportedly one of the top walks in the whole wide world and I reckon its pretty bloody good.

Day 1 from track head to Routburn falls hut was a hard up hill slog through spectacular Lord of The Rings mossy forests with glimpses of snow caped peaks at the higher altitudes.

Day 2 to Mackenzie hut was alpine heaven. Think lake districts or Scotland but surrounded by European Alps like snow covered peaks. Magic stuff.

Day 3 was back Ito LOTR forests and views up the Holliford Vally to the Tasman. The sand flies made an appearance today for the first time little bastards. Arrived at the divide where we our transport shuttled us all back to Queenstown.