Our Australia trip

With only 250km of bitumen between us and Sydney, we decide that this was our last stop before we go and help Niki and Nic.

We say goodbye to the wildlife.

And drive off in the mist.

Suddenly we realise that we have had all states but ACT, so we decide to correct that error.

And 5 minutes later we are back in NSW.

For those who missed that, a couple of kilometers later, we do it again.

The road here clearly weaves in and out the two states.

Nossi is mesmerised by it all.

We stop for lunch somewhere near Goulburn (which is not a very attractive city, which we knew before from the 6 am stop for McDonalds on the way to the snow). This time we make our lunch ourselves and take some pictures at a junkyard next to where we parked.

Then we come to Sydney and back into the hustle and bustle of a big city and say goodbye to the scenic nature we enjoyed on this trip of a lifetime.

Then it’s working at Niki’s to prepare for the move and the new place where we mend mowers, pack and unpack, and build fences with Nic.

In the morning we wake to a smoke filled yard, clearly the bush fire season isn’t over as yet. It’s nice though to see the sun rise through the hazy trees.

A fabulous trip.

Posted from Sydney, New South Wales, Australia.

From here onwards we have seen the coast of NSW already a couple of times before from when we were living in Sydney. We used to go camping with the Mulders and friends, stayed at Jervis bay a couple of times and also with Nicolet and family we have stayed on this coast.

So instead we decide to go inland. Just before the turn off we stop at Mogo. Initially to buy fresh organic eggs but then come to the Original Gold Rush Colony.

They are dog friendly and we decide to take the tour. It’s fun and interesting.

First we see a steam powered rock crusher which noise scared us all, Nossi the most. They take the crush dust and heat it up with mercury and cyanide and in the end have only gold left.

Then we look at a makeshift gold mine.

Later they made very small mines (more like a hole straight down, the size of a person) to look for gold. There are thousands of these holes, similar to the one we saw at Slaty Creek where a dog fell in.

Accommodation wasn’t much in those days and even our small bus seems like a castle now.

People were multi skilled and had simple diaries.

Gold was also a big attraction for some Chinese.

We also visited the pub and the the blacksmith.

After all this we finally came to the good part…panning for gold!

We find a while pot with gold, pity that the camera failed us.

Upon our departure two peacocks see us out.

Then it’s up the hills onto the great dividing range that runs along the east coast of Australia. There are more clouds and the temperature drops from 30 to 25 degrees.

And then we come to a reserve along the King Highway on the river. It’s nice but a bit noisy with day and night traffic.

a beautiful day.

Posted from Larbert, New South Wales, Australia.

From Genoa we are driving further north along the coast. We have spoken to Niki and Nic and they will be moving house during Easter weekend. Afraid that they are underestimating the amount of work involved in packing and moving after you’ve lived in a place for a couple of years, we decide to do the parently thing and head back to Sydney. It’s only 600 km or so from where we are now.

So we get on the road reasonably early. On the road we are quiet and our thoughts are still with Dotti and the scenery supports that mood.

We pass fields of purple flowers.

And stop to see if they are the same prickly ones we’ve seen before.

But these are different.
While we look, we see there are other wild flowers we have not seen before.

Then at around 10 am we reach the Victoria – New South Wales border.

The road takes us through milk country with cheesy names like Bega and Tilba.

And we decide to visit the historic town of Tilba. Nossi comes with us so we can go all three. Marjo enjoys looking around at leisure and Nossi and I are content to take in the touristy scenery around us.

Then Nossi and I decide to take a walk to the lookout in town, next to the town water tank.

When leaving town we’re glad that he people with multi coloured feet have gone otherwise it could have gotten messy.

Not far from Tilba we reach Mystery bay. The bay itself is the location where the abandoned wreck of a small boat was discovered in mysterious circumstances in 1880. The boat had carried Lamont Young, a government geologist inspecting new goldfields on behalf the New South Wales Mines Department together with his assistant Max Schneider, and boat owner Thomas Towers and two others, from nearby Bermagui. None of the five men were ever seen again, and Mystery Bay was named after their unexplained disappearance. They probably found gold and were never heard of again.
The beach is nice to swim in, not so much for kiting (if there would have been any wind).

The beach also has little artworks from nature.

We decide to stay for the night.

A nice day, and we wished we could have shared it with Dotti.

Posted from Larbert, New South Wales, Australia.

Our day didn’t start that well. Just before turning the lights off and go to sleep, Dotti got an epileptic fit and was anxious to go to sleep alone in the front of the bus. We made a makeshift bed near the foot end of our bed so Dotti would feel closer to Nossi (who was on the foot end of our bed) and us in the bed. Also we gave her half a Valium tablet.
She slept quite well and woke up not too early to go outside. When she walked about 10 steps she fell over and yelped in pain. She had done that before but only after quite some exertion. This time only after a few steps. I picked her up and we put her back in the bus, where she had a second epileptic fit and longer even so that she bit her tongue. She looked dazed and clearly in pain.
We could see her progress rapidly down and, even though she ate well and had twice a day pain killers, could not walk without pain. We didn’t want that and contacted a vet in the nearest village Orbost.

We drove there and at around 10 am Nossi and I said goodbye to our good old friend and Marjo took her to the vet. The vet was a young woman and an even younger assistant. To makeit more comfortable for Dotti, they all were seated on the floor with her. Being Dotti, she quickly found that there were some liver treats left on the floor and ate those quickly. The vet diagnosed Dotti with an advanced brain tumor that is inoperable and they decided it was best to let Dotti sleep in. With Marjo holding Dotti and the vet nurse feeding her little bits of liver treats, the vet injected her slowly. Then Dotti got very quiet and in a moment her eyes glazed over and she went peacefully. Our dear dog friend. It is better this way.

With sadness and love for Dotti, we went into a local park near the river, not far from where Dotti will be buried to talk about it. There we walked around the park and looked at the nice art.

Then we left Orbost which will always remind us of Dotti.
The navigator played a new trick on us and told us to enter the highway where that clearly posed some difficulty.

It was now about 1 pm and we were eager for lunch so we stopped in Genoa at a rest area. The rest area worked out to be a nice campground along the river and we decided to stay for the day.

Our lunch was lovely.

Marjo took her kayak and explored the river.

It was nice but a bit shallow and overgrown. Everywhere we’ve been it is clear that the rivers in Australia are quite low and it feels we are in dire need of rain. Let’s hope that is not a sign of a draught coming.

A memorable day.

We will always think of you.

Posted from Genoa, Victoria, Australia.

We can smell the coast again and have had enough of 20 kph going up hill and not much faster engine-braking the other side down again. So we aim for a spot close to the ocean.

The wind has picked up to about 80 kph and it pushes us further east.

I’m sure this does wonders for our diesel consumption and we might be using less than the smell of an oily rag.

The wind howls through the trees.

And clouds threaten with rain.

This part of the coast is called the “rugged coast” but apart from the roads to get to the beach, there’s not much ruggedness.

After 5 km’s of teeth shattering corrugations we feel in need of a stop and consider staying at a lake instead of the beach.

But when we see that the campground is on a massive slope and there’s only dirt, we decide to rattle on and a half hour later we arrive at Pettman’s Beach.

We settle and are surprised about the cheeky birds.

We find the time to finish some maintenance work that we started at Black Man’s Creek.

The beach is nice and empty.

When our neighbouring campers try to leave they have a flat battery. And of course we have a start pack; hey, there’s a reason we travel with a trailer full with whatever you could need.

A nice stay.

From Smoko we follow the road towards Omeo. Well that was the plan anyway until we met a chatty guy (the one with the cowboy hat and the colourful vest).

He told us a story that the road was under repair from the recent bush fires and following land slides and that we really should stop at a diner but that this would mean an 80 km detour. We weren’t thrilled but not being on a time schedule we didn’t care too much either. It was clear though that we couldn’t continue this road.

So we back tracked and turned towards Mount Beauty and up a steep grade. That lent for a nice photo opportunity.

The road from here followed the Kiewa river all the way to Falls Creek. The river and the slopes gave for some nice views.

Even with small waterfalls just along the side of the road.

There were plenty of signs warning for the dangers of black ice; the road was indeed steep and very windy with sometimes a crumbling side. Some of the signs made us laugh.

All the dead trees (or dormant?) made for an eerie sight.

Then we arrived in Falls Creek which is one if the major ski resorts of Victoria.

It wasn’t empty, but I’m sure not even close to one percent of the people that will be here during winter. It’s built on the edge of a dam.

And it seemed someone pulled on the chain with the drain hole plug. Soon it will be empty.

The area surrounding ski fields give a strange unworldly kind of feeling outside of the winter season.

Then we leave the high mountains and join the Tambo river.

And see some interesting shaped tree trunks along the road.

And when the scenery changes from mountains to rolling hills we start looking for a place to stay.

Then we arrive at Swifts creek which has a small campground along the Tambor river. It’s a weird place but we have a nice shower and even do our laundry and when we are not quick enough to give the dogs water, Nossi finds his own way.

A great day.

Posted from Swifts Creek, Victoria, Australia.

It was kinda sad to leave Black Man’s Creek, but when you’re out of supplies and miles away from a village then there’s not much choice. We were not game enough to start hunting for our own supplies and even then, even if I would’ve been able to capture a cow I have no clue how to turn that into yoghurt.

We take the dirt road back to the bitumen and get the bus covered in more dust.

Then we follow the road past trees and nice views.

Then we come to Bright, a nice village that signifies the start of the snow region. There are several ski shops and places to hire snow chains. There’s also a piece of art that catches Marjo’s eye.

When we leave Bright, the hills are turning into mountains.

Then we arrive at the Smoko campground where we see the same couple that we saw in Tasmania. Knowing that they love their generator and have found another couple that like that too plus have all their car doors open so they can hear the stereo better, we decide to search for a space as far as possible away. And we find a private spot right along the river.

The spot is in the middle of the trees and we all think it’s great to stay for a night.

Then, when I ask if the dogs want their dinner, they’re all ear.

A nice day.

Posted from Smoko, Victoria, Australia.

You can imagine that we didn’t like to stay another day at Lake Eildon. I’m sure that after enough rain the location can be really nice when the ground is covered with some growth and the lake full with water. But like its now there’s not much attraction.

So we say goodbye to the lake with its house boats.

And drive along winding roads further up the mountains. There is an abundance of manna gums (or white gum or eucalyptus viminalis) and many signs to be aware of koala’s who feed of the leaves of these trees.

Then the wind picks up and clouds move in and we have a southerly upon us.

We follow the navigator over the roads towards James Reserve but decide to ignore it when it suggests to take 12 km of bad dirt road. Instead we circumvent and cut it down to 5 km reasonable dirt road (and 12 km bitumen). When we arrive at Black Man’s Creek we can see it was worth it.

The large, well maintained, bush camp is nicely located next to a small creek.

The weather is interesting, first clouds and fierce winds but no rain.

Then sunny with cloudless skies. Still a cold wind but with the campground located in a valley surrounded by tall gums, we are spared from most of the wind that blows over our heads. We have a choice between the warm sun or the fresh shade and adopt a bit of an hot/cold pattern; warm up in the sun and cool down in the windy shade. Not a bad lifestyle if those are your only concerns.

The area is nice.

And we all settle down to stay a few days.

The creek is great for washing some of our pans and of course ourselves. After the first shock it’s nice and refreshing.

And apart form the occasional local family that comes here for a picnic we have the place to ourself. With blue skies every day and the fresh wind to keep the temperature at a pleasant 25 degrees there’s not much we miss (apart from kiting of course, but I’m sure that once we get closer to the coast that will be solved too).

Now we don’t have to pack up and drive every day, we have time for other things. We first re-pack the bus and trailer so that we can travel without loading our bed with dog beds, chairs and kites every day we travel. Marjo must have spotted some free space and soon after we finished repacking she goes on the hunt for a burl. Inspired at Axeman’s Hall of Fame, she has seen the nice things people make from burls (the stress warts you can see on the trunk of some trees). When you see them they don’t look like much, apart from the interesting shape of the wood grain.

But properly carved (or turned if you have the equipment) and polished they make for fabulous bowls. We already have one from my dad and Karin when they visited us the first time and Marjo got me one for my birthday in Tasmania. But now it’s time for Marjo to show her craftwomanship.

And when she sees a new toy it’s my turn.

Marjo and Nossi go for walks.

Also the birdlife is diverse and colourful.

And in the evening we light a fire to keep warm.

We all had a nice time.

A great stay.

Posted from Lima East, Victoria, Australia.

We arrive in Melbourne before sunrise and the whole deck is still damp and covered in salt crystals. It must have been a rough crossing with lots of salt water spray. When we moor everything is calm though.

After reuniting with the dogs and the bus we are on our way through sleepy Melbourne. We’re just ahead of all the traffic and can see the traffic jams build up the other way. We’re glad to leave the hustle and bustle and go towards Pierre to pick up the trailer.

Before we get to Pierre we stop at BCF where we bought the inflatable kayak to resolve an ill-fitting pump connection. They delivered the wrong pump hose with the boat. While we wait for the shop to open we have breakfast and play with the dogs.
At the shop I have an argument where the lady says they can’t help it if the manufacturer puts the wrong stuff in the box and I counter that I didn’t buy it on eBay just for this reason. A retailer should take responsibility for what they sell. In the end she gives in and contacts the importer who promise to send out a proper hose and if we can come back in a few days. I tell her that we don’t have that option and if they can send it to our home address (at Joran). She sputters that they can’t do that and I reply that I will then have no option to take one of the hoses from a pump that fits. She gives in again and takes our address. Like pulling teeth.

Our next stop is stocking up on fruit and veggies and we stop at the same shop where we went on the first trip to Pierre. There Marjo finds also a delicatessen store with more Dutch food then we saw in the Dutch shop in Melbourne last time. So we stock up on frites sauce, licorice and speculaas. Yumm.

Then we arrive at Pierre’s where his daughter does the honours. We give her the gift we bought at Axeman’s Hall of Fame and hook up the trailer and make our way north, towards the alpine region.

As could be expected the drive is up hill and we see nice forests, hills, lakes and streams.

Then we arrive at a campground close to a river. The bush camp is not very appealing, really a circle road in the dust. The river is a 5 minute walk down hill and (lucky) the shore of the river is about a meter above the water. I say lucky as the water flows so fast that if one of our dogs would have jumped in we would have lost them from view within 10 seconds. It’s not really visible in the picture but I couldn’t run fast enough to keep up with the flow (alright, I might not beat the world record running any day soon, but still can move reasonably fast).

So we decide not to stay and drive on to Lake Eildon.

The lake is another dam where trees have drowned in the water and now we can see where all the water in the fast flowing river comes from.

The lake is about 9 meters under level.

Although we can’t access the water here either and the camp ground is nothing special, we decide to stay for the night. We are supposed to book in by calling or going to the state forest website but they didn’t think that after 6 km of steep dirt road no one in their right mind drives back to see where they can get mobile reception to register for the camp ground.

The flies drive us inside and – with last yesterday’s short night anyway – we sleep like roses. If anything, the campground is quiet and dark.

Our first day back on the mainland.

Posted from Lima East, Victoria, Australia.

Today is the last day in Tasmania. Because we booked in a car service, we leave Turners Beach reasonably early and make our way to Devonport. There I drop Marjo and the dogs at the Devonport foreshore and put the car into service. Then we join up and alternatively watch the dogs while the other goes shopping.

We have a healthy lunch at McDonalds (hey, they have salad on the burgers) and then pick up the bus again. All is good & shiny and we’re all happy to have our house on wheels back.

We go to the same beach side where we were the day we arrived in Tasmania. It’s on the water and has a large dog free area with trees for shade.

There we walk with Nossi.

And Nossi makes friends.

While passing the time to board we shoot some more wild flowers.

When it’s time to board we dress up for the windy sail.

And park the bus onto and in the ferry.

We have a drink outside before going to dinner and to bed.

We had a great stay in Tasmania.

(These were all the remaining wild flower shots we took in Tasmania that didn’t make it onto previous posts).

Posted from Turners Beach, Tasmania, Australia.