The last day walking.
For the last time on this track, we packed our backpacks, (since most of the food was consumed, they were a lot lighter) and went on our way to the end of the track, Lake Saint Clair.
According to the description, this last bit would be an easy walk. No hills or mountaintops to climb and with that in our mind, we headed South along the lake. Never ever trust descriptions. The track became very bad and in some places was almost impassable. Crossing landslides and at two stages having difficulty finding the track back but, the last few kilometres were good to walk again. Ahh, the end, the building where the rangers had their office with some souvenirs and a restaurant to indulge ourselves.
Having lived on dry food etc. the last seven days, this was the first place to go to have a taste of real cooked food. We ordered schnitzels with fries and gravy. Normally being very conscious of what we eat, this time it didn’t matter how much fat or calories the food contained and I can tell you. This was the best meal I’ve ever had after a hike.
With our tummies full we headed to our patiently waiting car, had a shower on the camping ground for a real good scrub in seven days ( I was wondering why people were avoiding us) and with still half a holiday in front of us we pointed our automobile towards Strahan.
To get to Strahan we again had to go through Queenstown. This was the fourth time we used this road. In Queenstown the fuel gauge told me that, to reach Strahan, the car needed some refined oil, so we stopped at a servo where the attendant informed me, (after I told her our plan to go to Strahan) that all the accommodation was booked because of a conference.
According to her, a better option was to stay in Queenstown and go the next day. I had the idea that this lovely girl was sponsored by the local tourism body and she would undoubtedly know a good place to stay for the night, not too far from a nice restaurant and after we had our dinner we could have a nice after-dinner drink in the local pub, also not too far from the previously mentioned hotel. Unfortunately for this, very helpful girly, time was a factor and we followed our plan.
Driving through Strahan though, I started to realise that our helpful attendant could have been right.
Hotels, motels, caravan parks, everyone was showing the FULL sign.
The next day we saw why. We specifically had chosen this time of the year. Outside the school holiday, it would be quiet. However, looking around we saw all these people who obviously had the same idea. Everywhere we saw oldies and other pensioners strolling along.
After having driven around for a while we concluded that our wish to sleep in a nice bed in a hotel or B&B (after having slept in our tent the last week) could not be fulfilled and we stopped at a camping which was the last option. A spot next to the camp-kitchen and close to the toilet-block, this was not too bad a place to spent the night. At least we (the missus) could cook a meal and in the evening had a nice cuppa in the kitchen with some other guests.
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