After a nice long sleep in at Marrawah we drove along more windy unsealed roads to Corina. The white dust that is flung up along these type of unsealed tracks has by now managed to permeate and coat everything with a deliciously crunchy white flour dust. At Corina we went for an 1.5 hour long walk along the Whyte river,
unfortunately no Platypus were spotted. After paying the exorbitant $20 ferry fee the ferryman recommended trial harbour for some decent camping. We drove through the mining town of Zeehan where we grabbed some fuel and then drove on to Trial harbour. A real edge of the world town situated on a rocky beach. Houses made of all kinds of trash and scrap metal, no electricity and no one in sight. We struck camp at the
base of some scrub covered dunes with a clear view over the ocean. Bad move. The western coast of Tasmamia cops a beating from weather generated over antartica and the roaring forties. Our exposed position, facing the west, meant the cold front that arrived at around 1am near tore the tent apart. We debated for an hour whether to get out of the tent and move the car until one supremely strong gust of wind gave us fear of flying. Outside in the dark, driving rain was not a nice place to be. The next morning we found out how well dads ebay cheapie tent stood up to some rain... Not well.
unfortunately no Platypus were spotted. After paying the exorbitant $20 ferry fee the ferryman recommended trial harbour for some decent camping. We drove through the mining town of Zeehan where we grabbed some fuel and then drove on to Trial harbour. A real edge of the world town situated on a rocky beach. Houses made of all kinds of trash and scrap metal, no electricity and no one in sight. We struck camp at the
base of some scrub covered dunes with a clear view over the ocean. Bad move. The western coast of Tasmamia cops a beating from weather generated over antartica and the roaring forties. Our exposed position, facing the west, meant the cold front that arrived at around 1am near tore the tent apart. We debated for an hour whether to get out of the tent and move the car until one supremely strong gust of wind gave us fear of flying. Outside in the dark, driving rain was not a nice place to be. The next morning we found out how well dads ebay cheapie tent stood up to some rain... Not well.
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