It was a very cold night and when we wake up the thermometer in the bus seems stuck at 6 degrees. Dotti is awake at 6 am and I let her go for a pee and then return under the doona. It’s way too cold.
When we get up I feel sorry for the die hard push bike campers. First they need to pedal their bikes up the hilly roads and then freeze their buts off in a little tent. Brrrrr.
We stock up on fresh water but can’t empty our toilet cassette as they have a sceptic system.
We drive on towards the west and stop at Derby.
Marjo visits the galleries while the dogs and I wait in the bus. After a while and a little while more i decide that I can as well empty the toilet cassette at the public toilets in Derby. That seems like a busy place and I need to wait until the passengers of two cars and a motorbike rider have completed their toilet trip. So when we returned Marjo was relieved to see us. She kinda was a little worried that we had driven off in the sunset. I’m glad that she had already bought me a raspberry muffin before we returned, as she wasn’t impressed by our unplanned detour.
Then we turned off towards the north.
And bravely followed the road, even when the bitumen turned into dirt.
(Yes, I know, we need a window wash).
This is quiet country, where you are left with only animals to turn to for directions.
Then we arrive at Tomahawk and find a nice spot close to the beach, just behind some bushes out of the wind.
The beach is nice but there’s not enough wind to kite.
Nevertheless a great day.
Posted from Tomahawk, Tasmania, Australia.
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