Hired a mini type car – Hyundai Getz – to take us to Ralph Falls. What we didn’t know was that the “road” was a kangaroo infested dirt track. Bonking’s always been one of my favourite pastimes – till we bonked our way up a mountain in a car designed for being on a straight go-kart track.
View from the top? Yup. Ralph Falls on the way from Launceston through the Midlands to the east coast. Another spot of beauty. Tasmania’s problem is that you run out of superlatives – a bit like being a wine critic - How many ways can you describe a fantastic view/grape? Perhaps with just a hint of cheekiness? Anyway, this waterfall ran down hundreds of meters from the middle of nowhere to, errm, the middle of nowhere.
We drive down this dirt track for about 15 kilometres, just miss running over several ‘roos, and in the middle of ingenstans (that’s nowhere in Swedish) we hit one of the best pubs around. Talk about an anomaly. Pub’s full (of bikers – “yeah guys, we gotta Yamaha”) no spare place to stay – restaurant heaving – but no houses anywhere - for miles. Reminds me of an old Dire Straits song – it’s a mystery to me.
Anyway. Said landlady with pub – the pub in the paddock at Pingalonga, or wherever, has it for sale. So if you fancy leaving the rat race and owning your own place…
Ended up in St Helens. Not the one with pork pies, Rugby League and supersized women, the one on the eastern Tasmanian coast – with pork pies, no rugby league- great beaches – and supersized…
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