Hobart was my kind of place, I just really liked the layout and the mix of the places to see and eat at, the actual working part of the city such as the docks, and just felt at ease there.

In the interests of diplomacy I went out on a few drinking sessions with some nice people from the YHA ( quite possibly some German girls )....well these actually started as " cultural " type excursions to see various museums and attractions.....but by the time I impressed my fellow tourists with my very well rehearsed tall stories ( ie Complete Lies ) , such as my funding for the trip coming from being an exotic dancer / Being a proffesional camel spider herder etc....it turned into an excuse to go out on the lash..." get drunk ".

During our pub crawl, we discovered Hobart has got a motorcycle bar that has parts of bikes on every surface of the place, the drinks come out of engine components and from what I can remember...I had a very, very good time. If I could actually remember its name, inbetween my irregular drink induced flashbacks I would post it.

I liked Hobart.

I saw this advertised in the YHA and as it looked quite interesting and was not far at all, I rode and to have a look.

Set in a national woodland where it is managed and you pay to enter is a virtual complex of various grades of woodland walks. All set in heavy woodland with a dozen meandering rivers dotted about.....it is cool and shaded and so very, very relaxing.The main lure of the place however is the SKYWALK . This is an elevated walkway that gives the chance to do a circut up in the level of the treetops...about 30 metres high.The veiws are indeed worth it and give a great illusion of being in an totally unspolit forest.

## being an Engineer by trade , these structures always make me a little nervous...I always unconsciously keep looking at the state of the nuts and bolts, and for any structural fatigue##

One part of the woodland led out to ........

DID I JUST HEAR AN ICECREAM TRUCK !!

You bet your bloody giddy aunt I just did,getting a rough bearing on the truck I set off at a jaunty little place to quell my ravenous need for a 99 flake and cone ( please let them have one ) and came up to the final hurdle between me and my desire.

A rope Bridge...well technically it was a suspended walkway reinforced with SWR and an under support strut....however it looked like a rope bridge.

I digress.

I started jogging onto the bridge at a fair rate of knots and got to almost a third of the way across when I heard a very startled and increasingly horrified series of screams and other sounds of distress from ahead of me.....the couple ahead of me on the bridge appeared to be playing silly sods and were jumping up and down like on a trampoline, the young lady especially was getting quite a bit of height on each bounce.

On closer inspection they did not seem to be enjoying themselves and were looking at me in a kind of terrified accusing manner.

Very heavy bloke, wearing full offroad motorcycle gear and rucksack while running across the rope bridge was what had caused the problem....every single time I had stamped down while running had caused the bridge to bounce until the people ahead were literally almost higher than the guard rails......oops.

I did what any seasoned overlander would do when presented with such as situation, involving danger and distress.....I turned around and ran back and then hid in the woods laughing for 30 minutes.....which was about the time it took the young lady to let go of her man, who she was clinging to like a spider monkey.

Picture was before I tried to kill them on earlier bridge.

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