Picture this! An island bigger than it's neighbor Phillip Island, little infrastructure, corrugated roads, millions of Koala's, a Chicory Kiln, and an old Prison and you have French Island.
I wouldn't exactly call it a complicated place, however as it turned out that's precisely why I liked it. It's never easy finding a good campsite over the Easter holidays that's quiet, yet that's exactly what we found!
The bike ride to the campsite was about 13km of butt pounding vibrations produced from the worst corrugated roads I'd ever seen. We camped at the old Chicory Farm and were very surprised to enjoy some good old fashioned hospitality in the form of scones with home made jam. I'll make note of the apparent Koala epidemic too. They're everywhere! ..and their call at night is similar to a wild pig that will definitely give you a start if you didn't know that.
So will I be back? Maybe.. But there is very little to do. It just not that type of place!
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