The Spirit

I haven't had time to write a blog in the last couple days.  I don't know why.  But I will catch you up little by little.

I left at 9:00 pm on the 22nd for Tasmania on the Spirit of Tasmania in the Melbourne port.  Several reasons I took the boat instead of flying- I could save $ (because of luggage fees with bikes and stuff it would be really expensive to fly), I could have a cool adventure, I could try to get over my fear of the ocean, and I could save more $.  So, I did it.
Well, I saved money for sure.  But my spirit of adventure ended when I remembered how sea sick I get and how scared I am on the ocean/sharks/etc..  So, in order to help with the other two factors, I swallowed the magic pills and went to sleep... the whole way.  Yes, I looked totally silly but I got a full night's sleep with my set up.
I payed for the recliner seats instead of a private cabin.  I realized that most people who pay for these seats do so because they plan on staying up all night at the bars/restaurants on board.  Even though these seats were sold out, the recliner cabin seemed kind of empty when I went to sleep and when I woke up.

I arrived in Devonport TAS at 7:00 am, checked in my hotel, ate some breakfast, put the bikes together, and headed out on a ride.... views to die for.  Pictures don't do any justice or else I would post them all.  Devonport is a super small port town. Rustic beaches. Blue skies. Winding roads. I could have ridden my bike all day. 

I had a nice dinner and went to bed early.  Good thing I wasn't looking for entertainment because I think the town shut down at 6:00 pm.