With Ben flying back to Gosford (and a new life of Dagwood Dog dependency), I was left to explore Tasmania by myself. Luckily, I didn’t have to walk it or risk getting arse raped while hitchhiking, because my uncle Mick lent me his car for the day. And what a day it was! Blue skies, bright sun… nah, more like rain, rain and more bloody rain. Seriously, it was wetter than Penny Wong at a lesbian fiesta.
But it doesn’t matter what the weather’s like, the Huon Valley is still magnificent. Starting out just south of Huonville – a delightful town slung between rolling green hills, and just a few clicks from my uncle’s cider shop – I zipped along the Huon River, which is wide and wonderful. Tiny villages dot it, and there’s very little traffic to distract from the joy of driving through this awesome place.I rolled through the majestic village of Cygnet, through Deep Bay (which, as far as I can tell, was indeed quite deep), and visited not one but two cemeteries. I didn’t get the chance to dance with a zombie, but you can’t win ’em all.
I stopped off at Eggs and Bacon Bay, which is delicious – although the toast got a little soggy today! If you don’t like that joke, you can go kiss a kookaburra.
The trip took me through Flowerpot – where there were actually a lot of flower pots – and then along the Channel Area, with top views out over the water. I ended up zooming north to the village of Snug, before heading out on a short bushwalk to see the Snug Falls. Even though it was pouring, the journey was worth it, because the falls are absolutely incredible. They’re 25 or 30 metres high and absolutely gush down the cliff.
All up, it was a great day. I got to see some more of the state, I didn’t get chased by any Slavic knob jockeys or have to break up any fights, and I didn’t even run into any sheep. Get out to the Huon Valley, I highly recommend it. Now someone hand me a bloody towel!