Day 7 (28-Dec-12) Adelaide Hills (125 km)

For a change we did not have to ‘up anchor’ and move to a new location. As such, there was no manic start to the day. Instead, following a quick cuppa, we packed a day pack only and then headed off to Waterfall Gully for hike up to Mount Lofty. This 4km route proved to be more arduous than expected, though we were passed by a number of super fit athletes that ran to the summit. By the time we arrived at the summit the clouds that had appeared so threatening when we first awoke had all but disappeared, and we were rewarded with crystal clear views of the city.

Following a rapid descent back to the car we grabbed a quick cuppa before then heading off in the car for a scenic drive through the Adelaide Hills. The clockwise circuit took us up Gorge Road to Castambul and then along Torrens Valley Road to Birdwood. After stopping for quick lunch we continued through Mount Torrens along Mount Torrens Road to Hahndorf. Hahndorf has an interesting history. The town was settled by Lutheran migrants largely from in and around a small village then named Kay in Prussia, many of whom were aboard the Zebra arriving on 28 December 1838. The town is named after the Danish captain of the Zebra, Dirk Meinhertz Hahn. There is still a strong German flavour in Hahndorf, most evident in the small-goods outlets and German bakeries that line the bustling main street. Several boutique cellar doors have recently opened in the main street, and trendy eateries serve the freshest and best local produce.

We then drove to Warrawong Wildlife Sanctuary in Mylor, hoping to catch sight of a few Platypus. Alas, we were to be disappointed, though Astrid did catch sight of a Bandicoot, a very shy creature that is normally only seen at night. We also caught sight of a wild Koala, plus a variety of different wallabies. After an hour traipsing through the park we elected to head back to Adelaide, arriving back at the hotel at 16:15hrs.

Day 6 (27-Dec-12) Melbourne - Adelaide (749 km)

With stomachs still bloated from the excesses of the night before, and heads still a little sore from excess alcohol, we departed Melbourne at 07:15hrs for the LOONNGG drive to Adelaide. Thankfully, the route is very straightforward, the terrain flat, and the roads in good condition. The journey itself was uneventful, which, given our delicate condition, was a mercy. The scenery essentially comprised golden wheat fields stretching to the horizon, both sides of the road, right across South Australia, which is aptly named the ‘Bread Basket’ of Australia.

Following regular stops to revive and refuel we eventually arrived in Adelaide around 15:30hrs. We would have arrived an hour earlier, but for a short diversion to Murray Bridge to view the famous Murray river and then to Mount Lofty for spectacular views of the city and ocean beyond. Our subsequent journey into town to the Mercure hotel was marred by the fact that Emile was determined to lead us anywhere but the hotel! We thus had to resort to more traditional navigation techniques – maps, compass and iPod beacon.

 

After eventually reaching the hotel we then spent an hour frantically trying to locate records of the diving trips which Astrid booked in July, but forgot to bring with her. Astrid had sent an e-mail earlier in the day to the diving outfit that she thought we had booked, but on phoning them an hour later, they claimed to have no record of our booking, and furthermore told us they had changed name. We thus searched Visa statements online, called the Visa hotline, searched my WellDog e-mail folders and searched Astrid’s online Hotmail account – alas to no avail. Then, just as we were about to give up, I checked my latest e-mails, where, lo and behold, was a reply from the company Astrid had contacted earlier in the day, confirming our reservation – stupid b**tards.

Day 5 (26-Dec-12) Jindabyne - Melbourne (565 km)

Today was designated a ‘rest day’, involving a day of driving only. As such, the start to the day was very leisurely, though again early, with Jindabyne fast receding in our rear view mirror by 07:10hrs. The traverse west along the Alpine Way through Kosciuszko NP was stunning, with low clouds suddenly giving way to clear blue skies as we past Thredbo. The route along the narrow road was alas very tiring also, involving steep ascents and descents, around innumerable hairpin bends, extending for more than a 100km! However, by the time we reached the border with Victoria, the terrain was mercifully flat, at which point we looked forward to an uneventful, yet pleasant, drive west to our intended layover in Epsom. Alas, our plans soon lay in ruins…..

 

While travelling on the Hume Highway we noticed distance markers to Melbourne, observing that, compared to the distance already travelled from Brisbane, the city was ‘just down the road’ (300km). Thoughts naturally turned to Nick & Nikki (N&N), so Astrid sent a quick SMS to Nikki to let her know that we were in the ‘neighbourhood’ and to wish her happy Xmas. This triggered a flurry of SMS and phone calls, which, within the space of 5 minutes, culminated in a sudden and major course correction. Rather than continue west to Epsom for a mundane dinner of leftover pasta, we opted instead to drop south on a ‘slight diversion’ to Melbourne and a sumptuous feast with N&N J. This impromptu decision proved to be a highlight of the holiday, for what better way to spend Boxing Day, if not in the company of good friends, debating the major issues of the day (not least Australia’s response to the Sri Lankan collapse on Day 1 of the test at the MCG), washed down with great food and great wine!

Day 4 (25-Dec-12) Canberra - Jindabyne (270 km)

With only a short drive today we allowed ourselves two hours extra kip. Prior to leaving Canberra we walked around the outside of the National War Memorial – an imposing and austere shrine facing Parliament House across a long wide boulevard; its location designed to act as a very visual and sobering reminder to all politicians of the sacrifices having to be made in enacting their foreign policies. We then made a quick ascent of Mount Ainslee for panoramic views of the city and surrounding countryside, before then heading off in search of an open petrol station – a challenging task given the entire city seemed to have shutdown for Xmas. Following a fruitless search of the suburbs Astrid came up with the bright idea of going to the airport, as there are always petrol stations close to the car rental outlets.

 

Fully refuelled, we headed out of town under very cloudy skies towards Jindabyne, a ‘short transit’ of just 186km along the Monaro highway, with only five other vehicles encountered along the entire route! On the way I opened Xmas presents, which Astrid had sneaked into the car in Brisbane. While elated with my stash of goodies, I also felt very guilty, as I had not bothered buying any presents for Astrid :-(. 

On arriving at our cabin we offloaded all the food and clothes, and then immediately headed up the Alpine Way to Thredbo, with the aim of hiking to the summit of Mount Kosciuszko. Once there, however, the place appeared deserted, but after traipsing to the other side of town we found that the Express chair lift was indeed open. Given the cold, wet conditions Astrid elected to purchase a fleece jacket and hat before heading up into the mist. Unsure of whether the summit was also clouded in mist Astrid elected to stay at a restaurant at the top of the chair lift. So as not to keep her waiting too long I then ran to the summit and back, a round trip of 13km along a well-marked trail. Thankfully, the summit pyramid rose above the clouds, affording spectacular sunny views of other Snowy Mountain peaks poking through the cloud layer.

 

Following a (very) large beer to replenish lost fluids we then both descended the mountain via the Merritt Nature Trial, which traverses beautiful alpine, sub-alpine and forested terrain. We then headed back to our Cabin at Jindabyne, where Astrid prepared a sumptuous Xmas feast, replete with Xmas crackers and brightly lit snow man. Dinner was washed down with a bottle of Champagne, which we had brought with us from Brisbane just for this occasion. A great way to end a great day!

Day 3 (24-Dec-12) Pokolbin - Canberra (572 km)

Realising that today would be the longest of the holiday we set the alarm for 05:00hrs, and were on the road, roaring past Hunter Valley’s famous vineyards, by 06:05hrs. Again, we shied away from the main highways, electing instead to head south on State Route 69 through Wollemi NP. At 09:40hrs we arrived at Kentworth Falls in the Blue Mountains NP to make a traverse of the famous National Pass. This hiking route was literally hacked into the side of the escarpment overlooking the Blue Mountains by 4 ‘Navvies’, using pickaxes only, at the start of the last century. The trek is not for the faint of heart, given the vertiginous drop, and it is also physically demanding at the end. However, the views are worth every drop of sweat.

 

On reaching the Conservation Hut at the end of the traverse we stopped for a well-earned coffee break. With vital organs suitably rejuvenated we headed back to the car and drove to Katoomba to see The Three Sisters; three rock pinnacles on a rock buttress further along the escarpment. From there we then headed over to Evans Lookout in Blackheath for more stunning views of the Blue Mountains.

 

Fully gratified we then embarked on a long tortuous drive along a narrow windy road to see the famous Jenolan Caves at the edge of Kanangra-Boyd NP. On route we had a close, and nearly tragic, encounter with an Echidna! The wee fella was shuffling across the road just beyond the crest of a steep hill, which meant we did not see him until he was almost under our tyres! Not being fleet-of-foot he was unable to extricate himself from this very precarious situation, and were it not for Astrid’s lightening quick reactions, the outcome would have left us both very devastated. Mercifully, we were able instead to watch him waddle off into the grass on the far side of the road, where I followed him in hot pursuit with camera in hand to snatch a few photos of this very cute critter.

 

After taking our fill of stalagmites, stalactites, caverns, etc. at the caves we then continued south towards Canberra, skirting the edge of Gurnang and Mount Werong State Forests, and then passing through Taralga and Goulburn. On reaching National Route 23 inside Australian Capital Territory we suddenly found ourselves confronted by a massive weather front, with very menacing cloud formations stacked up into the upper troposphere and sheet lightening dancing across the entire horizon. With just 28kn to go we were hit with violent gusting winds and a heavy downpour, slowing our progress to a virtual crawl. Thankfully, we made it to the Mercure Hotel at the edge of the city across from the War Memorial in one piece by 19:38hrs. Following quick shower to cleanse smelly bodies we tucked into some pub grub before finally succumbing to sleep at 21:30hrs.

 

Day 2 (23-Dec-12) Glen Innes - Pokolbin (620 km)

I had set the alarm for 05:00hrs, but on being awoken at the appointed hour was surprised to see it was still dark. It then dawned on me (pardon the pun) that NSW is one hour ahead of Brisbane – what a dumbass! I thus used the time to catch up on some work before arousing Astrid at 06:00hrs. We eventually departed our cosy cabin at 07:05hrs, following a hearty breakfast, heading south on the New England Hwy under clearing skies.  At Guyra we headed South East and entered Guy Fawkes NP just before Ebor to glimpse the Ibor Falls. After a quick 2km hike to see both the upper and lower sections of the falls we drove to Cathedral Rock NP. There we hiked/scrambled up to the summit of Cathedral Rock for spectacular vistas over the park.

 

Following a quick descent back to the car we then headed over to Wollomombi Falls in Oxley Wild Rivers National Park. The volume of water tumbling over the falls was less than at Ibor Falls, but the setting is jaw dropping, with the water tumbling into a deep gorge. Following 5km route march over steep terrain to see the falls from various perspectives we jumped back in the car for the long, but very scenic, drive to Pokolbin, via Amidale, south through Tuggolo and Giro State Forests to Gloucester.

 

After taking on additional fuel and a few Red Bulls to keep tiredness at bay we followed a very cunning route devised by our Garmin Sat. Nav system (aka Emilie). In order to truly immerse ourselves in Australia’s famed rural back country, we had programmed Emilie to confine us to byways and county lanes. While this did achieve the desired results, the route we were forced to follow was extremely tiring, with more hairpin bends that I care to remember. We thus did not arrive in Pokolbin until 19:10hrs, fully 12 hours after departing Glenn Innes.

Needless to say we were exhausted by the day’s proceedings, but were revived somewhat by the very enchanting setting. Realising we would be leaving early the next morning I got back in the car in search of a petrol station while Astrid made dinner – a sumptuous pasta dish. With stomachs full, and body parts embalmed in wine, we rapidly succumbed to tiredness, and found ourselves in bed by 21:30hrs, barely able to keep eyelids open. 

Day 1 (22-Dec-12) Brisbane - Glen Innes (428 km)

Departed Brisbane 07:30hrs under thick cloud, with departure held up for two hours while Astrid fulfilled her matrimonial duties - cleaning the house J. The journey to Beaudesert was uneventful and unexpectedly quiet, suggesting most city residents were sleeping off major hangovers. We then headed south west on Mount Lindesay highway, crossing into NSW between Mount Barney NP and Mount Lindesay State Forest. At Woodenbong we then headed due south on scenic backcountry roads through the small hamlets of Urbenville, Capeen, and Bonalbo. The road ended at the intersection with Hwy 44, where we stopped to make a quick cuppa and a sandwich from our ‘carry-on’ self-catering provisions.

Refreshed, we then headed west on Hwy 44 for a few kilometres before then dropping south on Clarence Way, an unpaved track through spectacular landscapes. After 44km we then headed west on Carnham Road, a dirt track, littered with numerous bovine obstacles, that passed through Coombadjha and along the eastern edge of Washpool state forest. By the time we returned to solid tarmac on Gwydir Highway the car looked like a Dalmatian, with the dark spots being remnants of cow pats with a decidedly obnoxious odour!
Once on Gwydir Highway we headed up to the New England tablelands at top of the Gibraltar Range NP, afforded us fantastic views of the hilly country below. Following stops at various scenic lookouts we then continued onto Glen Innes, arriving 16:15 hours, where we checked into very spacious yet cheap caravan accommodation. After unloading the car we headed into town to purchase essential provisions – two bottles of wine – and took a leisurely stroll along the high street to ‘study the locals’. On return to the caravan we reflected on a great start to our National Lampoon Holiday over a few glasses of local plonk!