Finally after many years of trying to get this off the ground, I have done it. ........so it begins. After a fitfull nights non-sleep, ever tried sleeping on a rollercoaster, rose stiff and sore with a desire for caffene and nicotine. Coffee sorted, out to the fresh air to see the sunrise over the Tasmanian coast. Once disembarked and an hour wait at the quarantine checkpoint I was free to roam as I pleased. Using 'Mouths' method regarding the weather, opted to travel towards the west. My first port of call was breakfast, which I found at a lunchshop in Don just near the preserved railway I had planned to visit. Once fed and watered, I went to the Don River Railway, to find the volunteer staff extremely friendly. Spent a couple of hours talking and taking photos of their locos. I was also priviledged to be present at the firing of the Mt Lyell NÂº 9 loco that was in the Workshop. Left the suburbs heading south through Speyton, then down to Sheffield, hoping to see the preserved railway there, but being a tuesday it was all closed up. So off to Cradle Mountain via Moina, my intro to the Tassie roads complete with log trucks and lack of speed cameras. Nice sweepers and little traffic out here. the road from Cowrie Park tightened up into some nice twistie bits, the surrounding scenery is terrific. Through Moina and turned left onto the C132 more twisty roads, opening up into sweepers, passing Daisy Dell, turning left again to the Cradle mountain visitors centre. Stopped here for more coffee and a stretch of the legs Went up to the park gates, but alas I had not got the neccessary pass so back the way I came. followed the road back to the Moina turnoff but decided to keep goig up to Wilmot, taking photos at every opertunity (as you do) but finding a safe place to park the bike was hardwork, so I missed some nice pics. Found the obligitory lookout with parking just outside Wilmot. Great downhill twisties a bit further up the road, having a ball, then the ubiquitous log truck, got the wave through just before a right hander swung round the truck, tipped into the corner to be confronted by a low-loader with an excavator coming up the hill. Well you definately don't hang over the centre line or within a metre of it either. Before long I was in Ulverstone so a pitstop was required, coffee and a smoke. Decided to continue westwards, sometimes paralleling the Bass Hwy, sometimes on it. Nice surface 110k limit, that not too many drivers seem to follow, then back down to 80k for a bloody roundabout. Who would put a roundabout in the middle of a hwy. Only in Tasmania. Into Burnie, and a fuel stop, decided to push on to Wynyard and somewhere to stay for the night. Found a great caravan park right on the beachfront, not only cheap, but the pub 100m up the road had a $10 scollop night. What a first day, had a ball on the roads got some nice pic too, now to erect the tent, go to the pub and catch up on last nights sleep.