We had unnecessarily feared the headwind between Yulara and the turn-off towards Kings Canyon. It was less strong and we were stronger than expected😉.
Carrying 18 liters of water and 12 kilograms of food per person, we left Marree in the evening and pitched our tent next to the road a few kilometers later. It was a good feeling to finally be on the Oodnadatta Track and not just thinking about what would happen if… The 600 kilometers of dirt road through pretty desolate landscapes had sounded more threatening beforehand than now, when we experienced them.
After the full program in Tasmania, we did not mind lounging around on the ferry and waiting for our return to the mainland.
We did not really think about what we could see of Tasmania in three weeks until we arrived in quiet Devonport. There would have been plenty of time to plan on the calm 12-hour ferry crossing, but somehow the spirit of discovery only took hold of us when we set foot “Under Down Under”.
We said a slightly wistful goodbye to Bonnie & Michael and their beautiful home in lively Newtown. Then we rode on more or less continuous cycle paths towards the airport … and past it😊.
