On Monday morning I had to stand up early for the fist time since long ago. The ferry over to Tassie was leaving at 9 am but you had to be there an hour earlier. So my plan was to be at the terminal at 7:30 but I had to ride 60 km in Melbourne rush-hour traffic from Frankston to the ferry terminal so I leaved at 6:30. Just as I wanted to leave the house I found a letter on my door wishing me all the best. I had to mention this because I really liked this lovely gesture! On my way to the ferry it already looked like the crossing could get rough because it didn't look like nice weather. And that's what happened. Even the crew said it was an unusual rough passage. It was quite often I saw people lying around seasick on the ground or with complete withe faces. But I was fine. When the ferry arrived in Devonport the sea was nearly nice. Although I got late on to the ferry in the morning I was one of the first to get off the benefits of a motorcycle :) For the first night in Tasmania I decided to camp just a few kilometres away from Devonport in the small town Forth. There was a really well equipped free campground right in the middle of town.