We travel, in essence, to become young fools again - to slow time down and get taken in, and fall in love once more. – Pico Iyer
[Riders heading towards Tasmania's East Coast]
[Our planned route from Hobart to Devonport]
[Riders ready to leave Hobart]
[Mayor Sue Hickey on her e-trike about to send us off]
Our route will avoid major highways where possible, but the very busy Tasman Bridge is our only viable way across the Derwent. With a police escort, a first for most of us, we quickly ease our way to the eastern shore. While Hobart is a small city, it pretends to greater bulk via its suburban sprawl. Thankfully most of that runs to the north, and our eastern trajectory soon gets us to the urban fringe at Cambridge.
["Spaghetti Junction" at the Sorell recharging]
[A rest stop on the Nugent Road]
But I do have conscience on another front, and invite Tim to have a ride after lunch, while I take a turn driving the campervan. It proves an inadvertently shrewd move on my part, as the weather deteriorates further on the afternoon run into Triabunna. Showers turn to rain, and Tim and co. get a good soaking before the convoy turns off into the Triabunna Caravan Park. Still it’s been a good 85km ride, and even if we’re wet, we can be pleased with our day 1 achievements. Once we’re dry and fed, we’ll sleep the sleep of the righteous.