I was going to kick it off with a map so you could follow our travels, however, it failed to pass muster with the censors.
Sandy left the packing up to me & once I had placed all the essentials in the suitcase there was precious lttle room left for anything else.
We then hit the road heading towards Cradle Mountain. We were soon confronted with evidence that sheep are a little higher up the food chain in Tasweiga than on the mainland.
Cradle Mt was beautiful, we think. We couldn't actually see the Mt, however, Lonely Planet describes it as "Tasmania's highest monolithic block of sheer igneous granite" which really stirred our imagination. The real highlight though was Sandy's authentic khaki soft Akubra style hat. In fact, the real real highlight was convincing Sandy that all true blue dinky die aussies wear them, getting the photographic proof was merely icing on an already very delectable cake!
The next day, feeling a little sheepish about my faux Akubra sting I decided to make a right boob of myself, literally. Have a look at those things! I think anyone with a rural upbringing could have extracted milk from them that frosty day at the foot of the great mountain. Next time I combine a t-shirt which is two sizes too small for me with a premium brand daypack I will definitely make sure that it has NO chest straps.
Realising that I had to do something, anything, to take the attention away from my man cleavage I wrestled Sandy's authentic, you beaut, soft, khaki, faux Akubra away from her and I think it transformed my look. To what I had transformed my "look" to I am unaware but at least now there were multiple points of focus for bemused passers by. It still failed to cushion the blow against the jibes, innuendo & the odd "moooo". I had gone from Tom Cruise lookalike to Simon Cowell tragic with just two imprecise purchases at Paddy Pallin.
Sandy was waiting at the top with fresh pastries which is pretty much the most tops thing ever!! Pastries, I hear you chortle, that I can ill afford to be savouring given the noticable paunch I'm displaying through that skin tight, yet aesthetically pleasing fluro orange number I am sporting. Well where do you think my block fluro orange rainjacket disappeared to?? That's right, I'd stuffed it down the front of my new jacket. Phew, glad I figured that out 'cause I was just on my way to the bathroom to throw up the cheesecake I had for dessert tonight. I might go have another slice right now, back in a moment.
Descending at 70km's/hr plus on 1cm wide racing tyres was clearly the most sensible way of returning to sea level, or at least it was the most fun & Sandy only had 3 near crashes a she attempted to keep up with us, whilst avoiding oncoming busses, negotiating hairpin turns on death cliffs & taking photos of our mad dash from behind the wheel. Awesome stuff!!