I went for my first ever spin around Tasmania on the weekend. I was hoping for clouds, fog, and bitterly cold temps that would chill my bones and help get me through the rest of Darwin’s feral wet season. Instead my actual eyeballs got sunburnt, I got a tan through my clothes from the penetratingly hot sun, along with a deep exfoliation treatment courtesy of Mother Nature blasting sand at us at 50km/hr. This came with a side of personal development in walking backwards to save my eyeballs. However, I didn’t get windburn because apparently that doesn’t exist. And that’s how Tasmania got me back for making jokes about siblings getting married, and cannibalism for the past 20 years.
I need to go back with the family and a camper van....
