One of the hardest rides of the trip, saved until last. It felt cold enough to snow when we left Swansea. Had some very steep hills to climb with inviting names like `Break-me-Neck' and `Bust-me-Gall'. Could just as easily been called slap-me-silly-for-riding-so-far. Had freezing cross winds for most of the day. These hills were rewarded by some scary downhill riding through Black Charlie's Opening.
One tip for cyclists on big downhills: when you see a 35 km/h sign with a squiqly arrow, start putting on the brakes quickly !
We had a hilly, chilly, but dry welcome to Hobart.
A buzz to pull into the mall in Hobart, even 5 minutes early ! Had some familiar faces to greet me which was special - thanks Judi, Marg, Amy and Laura.
We were each given a medallion in the mall by the Mayor. Am feeling like we have come to the end of a really long camp. Will be strange as we all say goodbye. What an awesome 32 days.