Australia and New Zealand | One Endless Road

Tasmania – The North West

by Jeff Gunn | Jan 8, 2024 | Australia and New Zealand

The ten hour ferry crossing from Geelong to Devonport went smoothly, always a relief on a crossing that is often subject to extremely big swells. Lois had crossed previously, on her first trip to Australia in December, 1982, and recalled it being a treacherous one – she was violently seasick. Not this time.

Crossing Bass Strait. Smooth as glass on the day we sailed.

Free camped on a beach near Devonport on our first night and woke to this beautiful sunrise.

“Tassie” ( as Aussies love to call it ) has a fairly short high season with January – March being most popular. Given Tassie’s small size and the seasonal influx of tourists, we expected the roads to be packed but were surprised as we headed west at how quiet they were. A good omen, we thought. Having been relieved of all fruits and vegetables at the ferry terminal in Geelong ( there are strict quarantine rules on entering Tassie ) the first order of business was to re-stock the van. That done, a water fill was next and while that’s normally routine in other states, in Tassie we actually struggled, initially, to find a tap with a handle. Curiously, all the handles seemed to be missing – according to a traveller we met, one needs to carry a certain cross-shaped tool to turn them on. Lamenting the fact that the taps in a local park had no handle we asked a council worker ( Sally ) who we’d seen where we might find one. “Difficult”, said Sally, but then motioned us to follow her and took us to a little known spot where there was indeed a tap, with a handle and plentiful supply of potable municipal water. Having filled our tank we were about to leave when Sally came back to check on us – then handed us a small chrome handle adapter so that we could, in future, access the many handle-less taps ! We’d heard about Tassie hospitality and friendliness – here we were, only on day one but already getting a good sampling of it!

“Sally” from Ulverstone council saved us when we needed water ! Great Tassie hospitality.

Our Tassie travel route took us west and in a generally anti-clockwise direction around the state. Ulverstone, Burnie, and then on to Stanley an historic, English-style village perched at the base of an enormous rock outcrop known as “The Nut” where we relaxed and explored for a few days.

A Tasmanian Parks Pass is essential when travelling in the state. For the price of two visits you can buy this and have unlimited access to them all.

Pretty Rocky Cape was one of our first visits.

View of Stanley from the bottom of “The Nut”.

It’s a brutal 15-20 minutes of what seemed like near vertical ascent to climb The Nut – then it’s easy.

Stanley has a very British feel to it – almost like a remote British island colony in some far flung corner of the globe. One of two remaining original, working phone booths in Tassie, right here in Stanley.

Classic old Tassie pub, beautifully restored. Enjoyed a few drinks here.

Penguins come ashore at night all along Tassie’s northern coast.

Heading further west one fairly soon reaches the wilds of Tassie’s beautiful West coast. Locals are quick to point out that standing here and looking over the Southern Ocean you feel the full force of the “Roaring 40’s” – with no landmass until you hit Argentina, 16,000kms away, it can indeed get windy down here ! For the aforementioned reason, human settlement is sparse on the west coast – towns being not just small, but also few and far between. The area is known for its remoteness, and its natural beauty, all of which we sampled as we explored the sights on the way to Marrawah ( best beach on the island so far ! ), and Arthur River. The Arthur River cruise was a real highlight – relaxing, scenic, informative, entertaining – and all that delivered on what was a stunningly perfect sunny day.

The Tasmanian Devil. Apparently very difficult to see them but the warning sign might suggest otherwise.

The classic old “red boat”, Arthur River cruise. Felt a bit like we were on the African Queen !

Perfect weather always makes for a more enjoyable outing and Tassie turned it on for our Arthur River exploration.

The cruise included a BBQ lunch and unlimited wine – well, wine, yes….. but not exactly “high end” wines 😊😊

.

From Arthur River, Tasmania’s iconic “Western Explorer” ( an un-paved route ) lays ahead, taking us directly south, down the west coast to Strahan. It’s a part of Tasmania neither of us have visited previously and an area we’ve eagerly anticipated exploring.

Till next week…

South to Tasmania

by Jeff Gunn | Jan 2, 2024 | Australia and New Zealand

It’s the very nature of travel to come and go but we’ve certainly found that the longer you stay somewhere ( particularly somewhere nice ) the harder it is to pull yourself away. So it was as we rolled down their driveway in Temora and bid farewell, not only to my brother and his wife, but also my sister, realizing as we did that it will probably be the last time we see them for quite some time given our planned route from here does not have us returning this way. That said, our best laid plans have a habit of changing !

Mindful of our failure to reach the top of Mt. Kosciusko during our last visit to Thredbo ( wind had foiled our attempt ), priority number one was to make the easy detour through the Snowy Mountains on our way to Victoria and give it a second shot. A more scenic drive would be hard to find – the more western route through Gundagai, Batlow, Tumbarumba, Khancoban and on to Thredbo made for easy and interesting driving ( apart from a heavy downpour as we were about to camp). Somewhat of a back door into the ski fields, this route is narrow, windy, and definitely less travelled but provides lush scenery, lots of wildlife spotting and the inescapable feeling that you are indeed in the high alpine meadows.

An iconic Australian monument, “The Dog on The Tuckerbox” at Gundagai.

Following along behind a small truck and camper near Thredbo we realized it was a Dutch vehicle ( the distinctly European look of the camper, the “NL” plates and “Caution- Left Hand Drive” decal being tell-tale signs). Having both pulled over on the windy road to allow others to pass we stopped for an impromptu chat. Indeed they, like us, had shipped their vehicle over ( they from Rotterdam ) and were 4 months into a 12 month “full lap” of Australia. We were the first foreign vehicle they’d met and they only the second we’d met, each of us as surprised as the other to have not met more. Like us, they were having a thoroughly wonderful time and we discussed many of our shared experiences having shipped our own vehicles Down Under.

Meeting with Dutch couple, Peter and Maria, who shipped their rig from Rotterdam.

It would be a real stretch to describe Mt. Kosciusko as a “climb”. Apart from the length ( 13kms return ) it might even be an embellishment to call it a hike – more an energetic “walk”, perhaps. Taking the chairlift to the start of the walk ( along with hundreds of mountain bikes – the place is an absolute mecca for them ), one follows a clearly marked path all the way to the summit. There are large pavers in some parts, a grated metal walkway most of the way and a smooth dirt track near the end. Steep only in parts, the ascent was mostly gentle and in a little over 90 minutes we’d reached the top. Colder, windier, and foggier than the valley below, there were breaks in the clouds at times affording us nice views down towards Charlotte’s Pass. No shortage of company either – it’s a well travelled route ! Just as the National Parks lady had told us, in 3 hours the whole walk was done ( and plenty had passed us along the way 😊, obviously competing for the “fastest” ascent/descent). Very enjoyable, and energizing – if you are looking for a fairly easy “Climbed the Highest Mountain in (insert country name)” claim, they don’t come much easier (well, perhaps in Holland !).

Looked on our phone to check we were in the right place ( like there was any doubt ! ). The blue dot said it all…….

Regular readers will recall back in November that we left what was essentially a coastal route around Australia (at Cann River, in Victoria ) to come inland for visits to the Snowy area, Riverina district, Temora and Forbes. It was thus now time to head back to Cann River and continue on around southern Victoria to Melbourne/Geelong for the ferry on to Tasmania. From Cann River the route ( Princess Highway ) takes one on to Geelong via Orbost, Sale, Traralgon and Melbourne, necessitating diversions along the way to visit some of Victoria’s coastal attractions ( Marlo, Cape Conran and Lakes Entrance among them). Being December, the Victorians were out in force for summer holidays- the roads were fine but very crowded. Wilson’s Promontory had been on our agenda and an excursion to mainland Australia’s most southerly point much anticipated, however the weather gods intervened and our trip was cancelled due to windy conditions. Rather than waste time waiting for that to change we moved our Tasmanian ferry departure forward ( to New Year’s Day ) and beelined it straight to Geelong ( Wilson’s Promontory could certainly wait till we returned from “Tassie” ).

Coastline near Cape Conran. Wild and beautiful, and popular with surfers.

Lakes Entrance. Not obvious in this distant picture but but the town itself was jam packed with tourists.

Geelong surprised us – long in Melbourne’s shadow, the city was vibrant, easy to navigate and its downtown and waterfront were well worth seeing. A great pub camp at nearby Little River gave us time to prep the vehicle for the Bass Strait crossing. No shortage of signs to the ferry terminal – it’s THE reason many RV’s visit Geelong – and the boarding process was smooth and on time. Once on the ferry, we sat back, relaxed and brushed up on the many highlights of Tasmania from the multitude of brochures available on board. Tomorrow, and after a delay of almost 12 months, we’ll finally arrive in “Tassie”.

A popular layover the night before/after the ferry crossing is the Little River Pub, just outside Geelong..

Michael and Sarah intercepted us while shopping in Geelong and asked for a look in the van. They were about to purchase a Sprinter so had a few questions.

One of Geelong’s more eclectic buildings, the Geelong Arts Centre. I thought it looked like someone had thrown a crumpled sheet over the place – but that’s art !

Booking is easy but fortunately we took the full price “FlexiFare” as we changed our dates many times before sailing.

Till next week…….

While we were away….

by Jeff Gunn | Dec 27, 2023 | Australia and New Zealand

Welcome back to our blog, we hope all our readers had a wonderful Christmas – we sure did.

Our November/December “visiting grand-daughter in Canada (Lois)/doing van maintenance in Temora (Jeff)” hiatus gave us a wonderful opportunity in fact to do both those things – that said, one could always use just a bit more time as you never seem to tick quite every box on your list.

One of the more precious pictures of our new grand daughter, Hadley. Lois spent most of her “Canada-time” with our new bundle of joy. She was very hard to leave !

In the time leading up to Christmas, with Lois in Canada, my weeks were mostly spent cleaning, repairing and replacing parts on the van along with a couple of short ( but wonderful ) visits with old friends and other family members. The lion’s share of that time was spent, as planned, in “Hangar 19” at the Temora Airpark. I was very happy with the tasks I was able to tick off my list and incredibly grateful to my brother ( and his wife ) for hosting me and, quite literally, giving me free rein with his tools, workspace, and – especially on the many hot days – unfettered access to their pool ! I said, only half jokingly, that if I was asked to design a place to spend a few weeks just to get all this stuff done, I would have designed exactly what they provided ! Spacious, flat, covered, secure, powered….and with the refreshing pool to boot. Bliss…..!

Plenty of room for all the vehicles in Hanger 19 !

With a lot of cleaning (and some minor repair work) to be done in the van’s “garage” area, it was most helpful to be able to take everything out from inside creating a clean, clear work area. We also realized we carry a lot of stuff we never use !

Rear door sill, removed, cleaned and replaced. The outback red dust gets everywhere.

Plumbing connections behind the shower attracted lots of dust. All spotless now.

My niece, Eloise, kindly provided me some ramps and a high pressure washer to clean the underside of the van. That outback red dust was everywhere !

Some serious cleaning needed !

Driver’s side front fog light, smashed way back on the Cape York track, had been taped up as an interim solution. Replaced with a new light while in Temora.

We’d been asked countless times “Why the world map and no route marked out ?” Well, the dots and dashes took a looooong time to do but now our route is visible ( another Temora job ! ). Black dashes mark the vehicle trips by sea and the white dots mark where our vehicles have been driven. Over 100,000 kms driven yet so much “blank canvas” still remains !

While all the cabinetry was completed before we left Canada, I ran out of time to install the gas struts that hold the doors up. Very finicky to install, but all done now. No more holding them up with one hand while searching for things inside !

During my time in Temora I headed off to a dear old friend’s home in nearby Canowindra for a get- together of old school friends (about 22 in all) giving me an opportunity to catch up ( in one location ) with old friends, many I’ve been able to stay in touch with but with a handful of others I have not seen for 44 years – yes, some serious catching up was done. Thank you Maria for putting it on. Fabulous time !

Just over 100kms from my home town lies Cowra, famous for a prisoner of war camp that held Japanese and Italian prisoners during WW2. An ill-fated breakout occured during 1944 and a memorial to the event, along with remnants of the camp , can be seen on the edge of town. I stopped in on the way to Canowindra.

Just some of of our old friends who came together for a reunion (of sorts). A wonderful time was had by all thanks in large part to our wonderful host, Maria ( front left ).

…and the evening dinner ! A banquet, no less.

Just prior to Christmas I drove to Sydney to pick up Lois who, despite veiled threats to stay home with the new baby, did in fact fly back to Oz 😊. That flight, as usual, was long and tiring – an hour from our home to Vancouver by plane, a 4 hour wait for the connecting international flight, then 14 hours in the air across the Pacific to Sydney. Never an easy one. Back together in the van ( now all cleaned up ! ) the plan was to make one final visit to my hometown of Forbes but not before taking the scenic route via the charming ( and thriving ) little town of Mudgee, one of Australia’s newer wine regions. Famed for their excellent products, we put that reputation to the test visiting 3 of their better known vineyards. Indeed, they make some great product !

Burrundulla Winery, Mudgee, just one of three we sampled.

I’d needed a rather unique ( imperial measure ) plumbing part which I was struggling to find since everything is metric in Oz. While wine-tasting in Mudgee I chanced upon a machine shop that actually fabricated one for me ! Never underestimate the creativity in our small towns.

Managed to fit in a quick visit with old friends Sue and Jim while passing through Parkes.

Christmas in Oz is hot, and for Europeans and North Americans used to a traditionally cold ( and often snow-covered ) Christmas, that heat can be a bit hard to get used to. This year however, in a small town ( Grenfell ), not far from us in Temora, folks woke up to a surprise “White Christmas” of their own: :

A freak hailstorm in Grenfell on Christmas Day gave the impression of a “White Christmas”

No such White Christmas in Temora but it was a wonderful one nonetheless. With Lois back just in time to join us, my younger sister joined Lois and I, and my older brother and his family for an absolutely delightful time. The tyranny of distance makes such reunions rare so this year’s Christmas was a extra special.

Younger sister (Karen), myself, and oldest brother (Ian).

Ian’s son, Darryn brought the family pet parrot to Temora – a South American Quaker. It regaled us all with its ability to speak 😊

Wheat harvest in full swing while I was in Temora. It was a great year.

All good things must come to an end, though, and it was with a real mixture of emotions that we pulled out of Hangar 19 to continue our travels on Boxing Day – it had, I must confess, begun to feel very much like home ( always the sign of good hosts !). The coming days will see us head back towards the state of Victoria with the ferry scheduled to take us to Tasmania early in January ( a trip which is 12 months overdue ! ).

Till next week……

Snowy Mountains and Inland NSW

by Jeff Gunn | Nov 28, 2023 | Australia and New Zealand

Crossing briefly into Victoria from Eden one passes through the area known as East Gippsland – pretty, forested, but otherwise quite remote, our route took us on to Cann River before heading north up into Australia’s famous Snowy Mountains region. Now, it was late November ( and hence, almost summer ) so our expectations were “managed” as to how much snow we’d see ( we glimpsed a bit ! ) but regardless of the scarcity of snow, it’s simply a beautiful area with a unique look given it’s obviously higher elevations.

Alfred National Park, East Gippsland, Victoria.

We paused as we crossed the Snowy River itself. Readers may remember an iconic Australian movie “The Man From Snowy River”, based on the poem of the same name ( written by legendary Australian, AB “Banjo” Paterson).

Entering Kosciusko National Park, the Ranger wanted to check out the van ( she was building one herself ). We happily obliged.

There’s a distinct alpine feeling to this whole area. Home to most of Australia’s best ski areas, “The Snowy” as it’s known locally, is also home to ( what was then, in the late 1940’s ) Australia’s largest engineering feat, the Snowy Mountains Scheme. A massive undertaking that would require 25 years to complete, it’s basically a gigantic water diversion program ( via dams and giant tunnels ) built to harness the power of water from the snow runoff for both irrigation and the production of power. Every Aussie kid learns about it in school ( we did back in my day, anyway ! ) and its enormous demand for skilled labour was a catalyst for early waves of European immigration into Australia in the immediate post-war era. A fascinating museum tells the story in Cooma, where the scheme is still administered. Sadly, due to high winds while we were there, we were not able to take the chairlift to the Mt. Kosciusko viewpoint ( from which one can do the 13km return hike to the actual summit, Australia’s highest point ) – a real disappointment. A shorter, lower valley hike was the next best option but we may get another crack at Mt. Kosciusko on our way to Tasmania in the new year.

Ski lift employee apologizing for the chair closure – and we were all kitted out, ready to tackle it !

Snowy Mountains Scheme display at the museum in Cooma.

Our plans from the Snowy Mountains took us north through Canberra then west out via Wagga Wagga to parts of the Riverina, our interest primarily being to explore some of Griffith’s great wineries given that our turn inland from the coast had delivered the improved weather we were seeking – not hard to enjoy Griffith’s fine wines ! Circling back to Forbes ( sort of our home base in Oz ) a quick visit was made with family before driving on to Sydney where this segment of our Australian adventure goes on “pause” for a few weeks. Lois is flying back to Canada for a few weeks ( missing our new grand daughter too much ! ) while I head back to Temora to join my brother and his wife. I’ll be borrowing their hangar ( regular readers may recall they live in an airpark ) to park up the van and do some long overdue cleaning, general maintenance, minor repairs and a few ( very minor ) redesigns. I need space, a flat concrete floor, a roof over my head, access to tools and power – and they have it all !

It was wonderful to catch up with my old mate Ian Martin while passing through Canberra.

Canberra this time was a bit of a blitz, us both having visited in the past. Here passing Parliament House ( old Parliament House in the foreground ) seen behind Lake Burley Griffen.

We’d not seen the National Museum of Australia before so visited this time. Lots of “Australiana” and a great display on indigenous history. Here, one of the the first Australian – made cars, a Holden ( with a very early model caravan ).

Visited two Griffith wineries but Yarran was definitely our favourite.

Griffith not only produces excellent wines, but also rice and oranges from its fertile soils. The Riverina area is one of Australia’s most productive agricultural areas, thanks in large part to water from the Snowy Mountains Scheme.

Rows and rows of orange trees in Griffith.

We were visited by this beautiful peacock while camping in Griffith.

Weethallie silo, one of best examples of silo art we’ve seen.

A brief pit stop in Forbes ( my home town ) with my sister, Karen.

Driving down the street I grew up on always make me a bit nostalgic -seeing school kids in uniform ( from my old primary school ) really brings it home !

A long flight home to Canada for Lois, but at least it was direct ( and not a milk run ! ).

Great to catch up with another old school mate, Steve – here enjoying a coffee in Yass on my way from Sydney to Temora. It had been more than 40 years !

Home for the van for the next little while – the hangar in Temora. I am truly fortunate to have access to this, a wonderful spot to do necessary maintenance, cleaning, and to replace a few parts – thank you Ian and Anne !

We’ll re-start the blog just after Christmas at which point we head south ( via the Victorian coast ) to Melbourne and then on by ferry to Tasmania – our last Australian state. We want to thank our readers for following along with us in 2023 and sending us all your comments. Both Lois and I wish you all a very Merry Christmas and Happy New Year !

Till the New Year…….!

NSW: The South Coast

by Jeff Gunn | Nov 22, 2023 | Australia and New Zealand

Prior to leaving Sydney there were a few developments ( some good, some – well, certainly disconcerting, if not exactly bad ) with regard to future travel plans in our van beyond 2023 ( precious little of which remains – where did this year go ? ). Our Carnet ( the “visa” for our vehicle effectively ) is expiring in December and an extension request had been submitted to AAA in October – this, fortunately, was approved so we are now good to keep it here until December, 2024 ( if we wanted that is – we actually plan to ship it out early in 2024 but that at least gives us peace of mind in the event of any shipping delay ). On the not so good news front, it’s becoming obvious that shipping out may not be as easy as we had hoped and as a consequence of that ( you guessed it ) also somewhat more expensive than we’d hoped. More on that as we get more detailed pricing to hand but for now we need to keep our plans, shall we just say, “flexible” !

Popped into the port of Port Kembla ( effectively Sydney’s port ) to check on current port delays. We were assured that “things are improving” 🤔. Here’s hoping…….

Carnet ( vehicle “visa” ) has been renewed till December, 2024. Nice to have that approved.

The plan heading south in NSW was to stick pretty close to the coast and after a leisurely drive through Stanwell Tops, Port Kembla and Kiama we caught up with long time school friend, Sonya, who is blessed to be living in Gerringong, a town which must surely be one of the real gems of the South Coast. It’s a great little community, greener than Ireland ( currently anyway ! ) and with amazing beaches, wineries, farms as well as a host of hip little local eateries and cafes – a sort of, southern Byron Bay without the crowds. Loved our time there and also got to catch up with relatives, Elaine and Barry. Easy to see why they all love this town!

Been playing with a few apps that animate travel routes. Helps give a perspective to the route taken.

View of Stanwell Tops from Baldy Hill Lookout.

Kiama Blowhole – this was our third visit and we have yet to see any water coming out of the blowhole !

Snuck in a quick visit with relatives Barry, Elaine and Michelle while in Gerringong.

View of the stunning green countryside from the Gerringong hills.

Sonya, daughter Lauren, and her boyfriend Brandon checking out the rig.

“Someone” got a 60th birthday treat from Sonya !

Enjoyed sharing the morning walk and coffee routine with Sonya.

Just south of Gerringong is the Jervis Bay area, hugely popular with summer holidaymakers and already getting busy with the summer “season” still over a month away. There were two places we wanted to check out – Hyams Beach, famed for its pristine white sand, and, just a little further south, Bendalong beach, known for the huge manta rays that swim right up to the beach. Neither disappointed – but if you want to feel something really creepy, allow a giant manta ray to swim up beside you in shallow water and rub against your leg. Harmless, we were assured !!

Hyam’s Beach, famed for its white sand, but……..

A huge manta ray at Bendalong Beach, south of Nowra.

As we went further south the weather held for a few days, then sadly it started to deteriorate – cooler, cloudier and at times rainy, dimming our enthusiasm for further hikes and and any more swimming. Still, we managed to pick out a few gaps in the drizzle and at least get some exploring done in the communities of Batemans Bay, Moruya, Narooma, Tathra and Merimbula ( generally idyllic places, just not when we were there this particular time ☹️). Eden, a major whaling centre back in the day, is effectively the last town of any size before one crosses to Victoria but the rain made any serious exploration a challenge leaving us to content ourselves with a ( rather wet ) view from the town lookout. Fortunately, the weather was better inland.