A few hours on the train, delivered us to crisp, clear winter days. Riding dry plains, to the hills of rain forests on to smell of sea salt from the Bass Straight. Miles of gravel roads, more than 3000 meters of climbing. Beers at days end, plus an unimpressive, yet comfy bed. Wake up to a frosty morning, Garmins are saying -4, its colder today, off we go and do it all again. A weekend well spent.