Up early and another fine day. Leaving before breakfast the next morning for some early sightseeing saw us get breakfast at Pirates Bay at wharf side caravan. You wouldn’t believe it, fresh locally made curried scallop pies. Some sight seeing along the Pirates Bay coast saw us visit the natural formations of the Blow Hole, the Tasman Arch and the Devils Kitchen. Terrific sights and worth the visit.
On to Port Arthur which was a real eye-opener. Certainly learnt a lot of history I wasn’t previously aware of. Shame so much of the place was destroyed by a bush fire many years ago but the work goes on maintaining and restoring. When you see the ruins and hear the associated stories, it really stirs the emotions and puts a chill up your spine. While being part of a great tour and looking around afterwards, we ran into some of the crew again. Eric and Deb, Geoff and Julie. It really must be a small island. Plenty of other bikes there as well. Almost as though some sort of motorcycle event had been happening.
With a ferry to catch Thursday night and still a fair bit of the east coast to see, we headed off after the most expensive lunch ever, ask Larry about his sausages. If you get the chance, ride the east coast, if you were there and didn’t, I guess you missed as much as we did by not riding the west coast. Just means having to go back again someday. Following the coast line on a clear sunny day provided us with some treasured memories of Tasmania. Through Swansea for fuel at a servo owned by, you guessed it, a Queenslander. Could not believe we could come so far and keep meeting fellow Queenslanders.
On to Bicheno right on schedule to collect the tickets for the penguin tour that night. We spent a couple of hours wandering about the shoreline looking at the Little Penguins coming ashore for the night, lovely sight but no flash photography allowed; and apparently they’re no longer called Fairy Penguins.