1 April - Canberra, the Snowy Mountains and the road to Melbourne

Canberra meant a chance to catch up with Peter and Annie Cumper who I hadn't seen in ages - Peter and I worked together at Lloyds along with a large team of other miscreants who are still mostly in touch. The highlight of the weekend was undoubtedly back-yard cricket after the Sunday barbie - it's been years since I've had to climb over fences to retrieve balls...

Views of Lake Burley Griffin from Telstra Tower. This is the City that Bob Hawke deems too boring to live in. 

The only ways to leave Canberra are: 
1. Get voted out, or; 
2. To drive as fast as you can around one of the circular roads until you reach escape velocity, and get flung out by centrifugal force in a random direction which would normally be a problem were it not for the great sense of relief that you feel on escaping...

From Canberra I drove to Mount Kosciuszko, the highest point on the continent. From the car park at the end of Charlotte Pass it's a little over a ten mile round trip to the peak, and as I was running out of time I had to run back down a fair amount of the return leg before sunset. Thus I conquered my first, but hopefully not my last continental peak... (Left)

After over-nighting at the backpackers hostel at Jindabyne, and breakfasting at Thredbo I headed west. The drive from the Snowy Mountains to Melbourne runs through some spectacular scenery, and descends into Victoria through Ned Kelly country. I couldn't resist stopping off at the site of Ned's last stand.

Despite the advice of the Rough Guide I stopped off for the night in a traditional hotel at Seymour, where I was adopted by a quiz team who despite my help managed to win the prize for the week. The following morning I continued on to Melbourne to drop off my hire car, watch Richmond get thrashed by Essendon at the MCG, and book my trip to Tasmania

Next: 6 April - Tasmania