Scan to see the route that Robert and his friends took to ride around Tasmania
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Despite being told to enjoy the light of Tasmania, I was still shocked: nothing can prepare you for the breathtakingly beautiful evening glow as the sun sinks in the west.
It’s all the more beautiful because it’s lighting a fabulous dinner of Tarkine oysters (which are so good you’ll realise Sydney Rock oysters are terribly over-rated), crayfish mornay and a scallop pie, a seafood feast that almost made up for the dramas getting to Stanley, on the north-west coast of Tasmania, worthwhile by itself.
From a cramped finger caused by too many hours in the saddle without cruise control to awful cross-winds riding down the Hume Highway to catch the ferry across Bass Straight and getting lost while looking for Geelong’s ferry terminal, our 20-year overdue motorcycling honeymoon started with trial by long distance. Luckily, I’d had the foresight to send the bride on to Melbourne via an aeroplane, and my beaming beloved Katie was waiting at the boat, fresh from
