Campbell town to Devonport
My last day on the trip. After cooking a delicious breakfast for me, Craig and his partner took me on a walking tour around Campbell Town to show me some of the history and interesting places. It’s always fascinating how much you can discover in small old country towns, once you invest some time and don’t just pass through.
The weather was dry but windy and cold. Still Craig decided to ride along and show me some of the backcountry roads in the area. He has an old Moto Guzzi Sport 1100. I don’t know much about classic bikes but this one looked and sounded great.
After about 100km riding North I said goodbye and continued towards Devonport while Craig rode back to Campbell Town. I was looking forward to returning home the next day, and in the cold and windy weather I didn’t have much enthusiasm left for sight seeing.
The ferry boarding was around 7pm so I tried to kill time by passing through towns like Port Sorell and seeing some of the beaches along the North coast. I stayed at Hawley Beach for a bit, which was nice, but nowhere near as nice as on the East coast.
Eventually I arrived in Devonport and joined the queue of people waiting to board the ferry. It seemed to take forever, and while I waited outside in the cold wind, with a handful of other bike riders, we were really hoping the predicted rain would wait until after boarding. I met a rider whom I had already met on the first trip from Melbourne. We all exchanged our stories from our trip around Tasmania, and it seemed I was the only one who had enjoyed relative luck with the weather. Others reported riding in abysmal conditions, even snow. Looks like I always managed to be in the right place at the right time to avoid the worst of the weather.
After boarding I went straight to the restaurant to have a quiet dinner before everyone else arrived, which seems like a good strategy for future trips. By the time it got really crowded I was already in my cabin having a shower and then completing my travel notes before a good night’s sleep.
The next morning the ferry arrived on time, and I enjoyed Melbourne’s (relatively) empty roads early in the morning on my way home. It had been an amazing trip, with a lot of things learned for future bike tours. But I’m glad this first long trip on the Hyperstrada went to well.