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ZEEHAN TO QUEENSTOWN.

- on Monday, 08 January 2018.

I left Zeehan around 9ish, after having to stop almost immediately to attend to the trailer, which was going berserk. Once that was sorted, I headed for Strahan.

The ride through was really pleasant, the road is well graded and there were some very nice sections of forest. On one of the hills I figured I was clicking along and looked down at the speedo to find I was doing 69 kph! That was a buzz!!! Just prior to Strahan the road drops down out of the hills and onto the coastal plain which is relatively flat with nice forest which was really nice.

When I arrived in Strahan I rang a couple of van parks about a tent site, there were no unpowered sites available and the powered sites were 40 and 45 dollars per night for 1 person. I promptly decided they could jam that where the sun don’t shine. I decided to push on and figured I’d camp somewhere along the road. I then had a brain wave and rang the 1 van park in Queenstown, where I discovered they had sites, a camp kitchen and it was only $12.50 per night! So, off I choofed, not really consciously making for there but the ride turned out to be quite easy and I covered the 40 odd K’s in a tad over 2 hours. En-route I saw a couple of cyclists heading my way and we all pulled over and had a yak, they were an Israeli couple who had ridden from Sydney down to Melbourne and the did a bit in Tas. They were due to catch the ferry out of Devenport in a couple of days and hoped to hitch out of Strahan. We were about 9 K’s out from Strahan when we met. Later on the thought crossed my mind that they would probably had more luck out of Queenstown as most of Strahan’s traffic is tourist traffic and often loaded to the hilt. I wonder how they fared?

Upon my arrival in Queenstown I made straight for the van park as it had been raining most of the way. I got the tent up, got the batteries on charge and had a hot shower and had some munchies, life was sweet!

As an aside, over the course of the day, in which I covered 90 odd K’s, I used 13 Wh per kilometre, which was down from the 15 Wh/K down the Arthur River - Zeehan section.

During the evening I had decided to stay an extra day and next morning I sat in the camp kitchen and caught up on the blog as well as rang Bill from Follow My Ride” regarding the yoke troubles I’m having. He uses the same yoke and has no trouble and had heard no reports of anyone else having the issue.

Around mid-afternoon I stripped the rear brakes down as they had worn down metal to metal and a) weren’t working incredibly well and b) were making a horrible noise! They’re easy to change out and I had them off within a couple of minutes. I then went to grab the 2 spare sets and bloody hell, couldn’t find them anywhere!!! PANIC……  I had a thorough look but they weren’t to be found. I distinctly remember popping them in a small plastic zip lock bag in Stanley when I was repacking my gear. I suspect they’re still there, in their little zip lock bag, feeling lost and lonely…….. By this time, it was about 2:45pm, I did a Google search for a bike shop in Hobart that was near the Post Office (Bike Ride. Liverpool St.) and rang them. A bloke named Bruno answered and confirmed they had the one’s I required. I explained my situation and asked if he would mind posting them ASAP. He was more than happy to do so, I paid for Express postage and because he used his brain and put my phone number on the satchel, about 20 minutes later I got a notification text saying they were in the system. It was a little unclear as to whether I’d receive them the next day, however the staff at the PO thought it a high possibility. My squeaky brakes and I, could only wait and hope.

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