1 April - Canberra,
the Snowy Mountains and the road to Melbourne
Canberra meant a chance to catch up with Peter and Annie Cumper who I
hadn't seen in ages - Peter and I worked together at Lloyds along with a
large team of other miscreants who are still mostly in touch. The highlight
of the weekend was undoubtedly back-yard cricket after the Sunday barbie
- it's been years since I've had to climb over fences to retrieve balls...
Views of Lake Burley Griffin from Telstra
Tower. This is the City that Bob Hawke deems too boring to live in.
only ways to leave Canberra are:
1. Get voted out, or;
2. To drive as fast as you can around one of the circular roads until you
reach escape velocity, and get flung out by centrifugal force in a random
direction which would normally be a problem were it not for the great
sense of relief that you feel on escaping...
Canberra I drove to Mount Kosciuszko, the highest
point on the continent. From the car park at the end of Charlotte Pass
it's a little over a ten mile round trip to the peak, and as I was running
out of time I had to run back down a fair amount of the return leg before
sunset. Thus I conquered my first, but hopefully not my last continental peak...
After over-nighting at the
backpackers hostel at Jindabyne, and
breakfasting at Thredbo I headed west. The drive from the Snowy Mountains
to Melbourne runs through some spectacular scenery, and descends into
Victoria through Ned Kelly country. I couldn't resist stopping off at the
site of Ned's last stand.
Despite the advice
of the Rough Guide I stopped off for the night in a traditional hotel at
Seymour, where I was adopted by a quiz team who despite my help managed to
win the prize for the week. The following morning I continued on to Melbourne
to drop off my hire car, watch Richmond get thrashed by Essendon at the
MCG, and book my trip to Tasmania
April - Tasmania