So why come?
know why I did. A pub in town was offering AUD
20 rooms. Not dorm rooms. Your own room. I
had arrived in Devonport on the ferry from Melbourne earlier
that morning, driven through
Sheffield, and got to Deloraine late enough in the day
that it looked a tempting stop. While there
ain't one helluva lot to do in Deloraine, it's close to the
Liffey Falls, the Honey Farm, and the Ashgrove Cheese
The Honey Farm in Chudleigh, as I recall, was run by
Dutch immigrants. It was a cute shop with a wide
range of honey products, bees to gaze out with a glint in
your eyes, and tasty homemade ice creams all sweetened with
honey made on the premises.
While I wouldn't go out of your way to visit Deloraine,
for Australia it's an economical place to stay for the night
if you happen to be anywhere nearby.
No beautiful ladies, I can assure you. I don't think I saw a
beautiful lady in the entire town!
The AUD 20/night room was at the Bush Inn. It was a quaint place
that looked like it was still the 1960's. The pub,
sometimes referred to as a hotel in Australia, had a few rooms upstairs
adjoining a tiny kitchen. There was parking behind the building
and a bottle shop in back selling a wide range of delicious Tasmanian
brews. Were only pubs this quaint and at this cost available
throughout Australia. Costs have since crept up to AUD 25
per person, and the rooms are no longer referred to as singles. If
you showed up by your lonesome, it'd be AUD 25. If another
traveler showed up and the proprietors needed to throw him in your room,
say adios to your single. For a legal single, the newly
Deloraine Hotel has 'em for AUD 40 as of this writing, still a
Back in '06, this was not a common travel stopover. Tour
groups didn't stop here. With commercialization spreading
across the globe, perhaps Deloraine is now hosting sound & light shows
every night with the Bush Inn as the base.
Remarkably, for being such a tiny untouristed town, the night I first
stayed here, another American checked in across the hall. His name
was Taylor, and he was a lawyer, but had lived in Sydney practicing his
career freelance for the past 3 years, helping Sydneysiders sue for big
payouts for trivial offenses. His goal was to have a cup of
scalding hot McDonald's coffee 'accidentally' drip into the mouth of a
babe, burn it, then sue McDonald's for millions as the baby's legal
counsel. He had taken a few weeks
break and was biking around Tasmania. He had, in fact, biked
from Devonport to Deloraine. At the time, I sort of envied
him. Three exciting years in Sydney, as he described them, while I
had vegetated, lost brain cells, and shed innumerable tears living in La
La Land, California. I don't envy him now. Living in
Sydney trumps living in the City of Drunken and Slutty Angels, but
traveling throughout Australia for the next ten months after meeting
Taylor, I'd had enough. Taylor could schmooze and bed the Sydney
elites. I had other callings.
Deloraine did make an impression and near the end of my stay in Tassie,
as I worked my way back up to Devonport, I stayed at the Bush Inn again.