This morning, the weather was excellent. I could take all my time for breakfast and explore a bit further Recherche Bay.
Since I could not go any further South, it was time to go back North. In order to bring a bit of diversity, I planned a side-trip du Duckhole Lake, a flooded sinkhole that is now a very lovely little lake. Before leaving Cockle Creek I had another nice chat with Damien and Elaine (from Hobart) and Dale and Christine (from Devonport). Dale & Christine also offered me to give them a visit when I will be back there to catch the ferry to Melbourne, that’s so kind of them! Having to backtrack 20 km on the gravel road proved to be really enjoyable: going in the other direction, you absolutely don’t see the same landscapes. This is even reinforced by the difference of weather conditions between today and yesterday!
Getting to the start of the hike to Duckhole Lake was more difficult than foreseen: I had to take even smaller forestry roads and got lost once on a logging road. The hike itself was short but very pleasant, going gently upstream along a creek until the lake. I discovered a very beautiful and appeasing place and I stayed there longer than I would have expected. Up there I met a family from New Zealand (indeed, their accent makes them quite difficult to understand 😜). They told me that they had seen a platypus in the creek on their way to the lake. On my way back I looked carefully but unfortunately I did not see it.
To get back on the main road, I had to bike another 15 km on rough deserted forestry roads. Progression was not easy, and suddenly I spotted a huge boletus mushroom, that in Europe is delicious in nearly all cases. I was so happy of this discovery, dreaming for the rest of the day about the delicious meal I could make with it tonight. Back on the main road I had a very late lunch (15:30!) at Dover then made quickly my way on the hilly road leading to Geeveston.
At the campsite I met three really funny young people travelling around Tasmania with a motorbike (and a hamoc) and a van: Jonas and Michaela from Germany, and Ante from Finland. They invited me to prepare my mushroom on their table. I took me a lot of time to get it ready and then cook my spaghettis, and finally when I tasted the mushroom, it was so bitter that I could not even swallow it. What a despair! My dream of having a good meal had vanished in a few seconds, and I ended up eating bare spaghettis with some chunks of salami and hopefully a bit of sweet chili sauce that Ante offered me. This sweet chili sauce saved my day after my first deception in Tasmania. But after all, only one deception in 22 days and such a minor one, it is not so bad! 😉