The fabled BnC ‘(D)overnighter’ ride finally happened this June after at least two years of discussion. Not going to say much about this one as I’ll soon descend into a dark place filled with swearing and unhappy memories of hills. So how about a synopsis? The dirt between Huonville and Dover is hilly, I learnt to put new emphasis on old swear words, Mischa knows way too much about Border Collies, the sticky date pudding at the Dover Pub is good, Kiwi stayed awake at the table, the Esperance Coast road is amazing, and my cycling shoes are quite comfortable to walk in. Hope you enjoy the pictures.
