bikes in Tassie

I’m back in civilisation now, and back to the old routine. After a couple of weeks off it’s a little depressing to be doing the normal ironing and stuff.

Tassie was beautiful, as expected. We spent most of the time in and around Hobart. It feels like an exceptionally laid-back country town, with a veneer of sophistication around Salamanca place. The city’s setting is spectacular - a friend of ours has a little flat with a view of the water AND the mountain. Nice.

Running was a bit curtailed, due to family commitments. I only managed a short-ish run along the river, which I gmaped at just under 12k. There’s a nice bike track which runs from the cenotaph near the city and heads north. I ran as far as New Town and then turned back.

If there are any Taswegians reading this, perhaps you can enlighten me. What’s the go with bike etiquette down there? I must have been passed by dozens of bikes and not one of them rang their bells. The bikes that came towards me refused to make eye contact too. Is it just me? Was I emitting some kind of mainland smell or something?

This morning was a 28k trip involving multiple laps of the Mullum Mullum creek trail. I’m heartily sick of the place now.

So that was the easy week of my program. Theoretically I should be rested now. Theoretically. Next week it’s back into the normal routine (80k plus).

I’m off to read other blogs now and catch up with life in general.