Honda Odyssey 2005 Review
By CarsGuide team · 08 Dec 2005
Walking hunched over, arms folded and head tilted toward the ground along the main street of St Helens, the wind whistling off Georges Bay locked on as if it had teeth.To a local it wasn't hard to see that this group was alien to the area.After a leisurely 200km on day one of a six-day driving odyssey, it was time to pull in for the night and soothe our frozen souls with some fine local produce."Where are you people from?" the bloke at the hotel asks."Queensland. Gee it's a bit nippy around here buddy," came the reply."Oh believe me you have struck some magic weather. Doesn't get much better," he fired back with a chuckle.Settling in for the night after a hearty serving of local fried scallops washed down with a few glasses of pinot noir, we came to thinking the guy behind the bar might have a point.The rest of the trip was about 24C in the sun, albeit quite cool in the shade particularly when the breeze sprang up.Wind battered the St Helens hotel all night long, then ran out of puff as if on cue for our 8am departure the next day.The two couples and Maximilian, who turns five in a couple of weeks, piled into the Honda Odyssey ready to tackle another chunk of the A3 south.The pretty seaside town of Bicheno loomed up by morning tea.Not long before rolling into this corking seaside village, Max peered wide-eyed from his snug seat in the third row, mouthing the obligatory words: "Are we there yet?"Bicheno, a postcard perfect place which makes Noosa look pale, was one of several places marked on our Hema road map by V8 Supercar driver and Tasmanian-born Marcos Ambrose.What a lot of people may not realise is that Ambrose is a walking, talking encyclopedia when it comes to the northeast of the state, particularly on areas such as the Ben Lomond national park.And his knowledge goes far deeper than merely pointing out certain places on the map and in which order to see things.He knows a lot of the history, the stories behind obscure little places to the point where he would make a tour guide green with envy.Little Maxie's protest thinly veiled as a question near Bicheno, came after 250km, which started the day before in Launceston.That's good control by any kid's standard and, we figured, a fair indication of the Odyssey's comfort levels.Loaded with five people and eight pieces of luggage of varying sizes and shapes, the Odyssey remained cool and calm, its four-cylinder heart surprisingly not giving out too much protest at the extra weight.There has been a lingering question in motoring circles as to how this 2.4-litre, 118kW four-cylinder Odyssey would perform when loaded with people and gear.This trip has surely answered it.On some climbs the Odyssey started to pant and puff but click the dash-mounted gear lever into sequential, drop a couple of cogs and it can overcome most altitude challenges.More importantly, the comfort level for all occupants, including the little bloke, was five-star.Back on day one Max protested sternly, "but I don't want to ride in the boot," referring to the third row which has split-fold rear seats.By day six you couldn't keep him out of the rear. The Odyssey maintains a silky ride, damping out most imperfections with ease.Leaving the A3 about 15 minutes' drive south of Bicheno, the Odyssey headed down the C302 for the 27km drive into Coles Bay.This sleepy hamlet is the gateway to one of the world's most scenic places, the Freycinet Peninsula.After lunching at the Freycinet Lodge it was time to rejoin the A3 south.The Odyssey's fuel light illuminated after about 500km, not bad mileage considering it was fully loaded.There were more kilometres to be tackled before this day was out as Sorell was the target town by early evening.Winging it for accommodation, the trip struck a submerged log.Sorell, under 30km to the east of Hobart was full up, and it just happened to be the night the Socceroos's date with destiny was booked against Uruguay.Hobart and its surrounds were booked, choked with people attending the Apple Isle's capital for the cricket Test against the West Indies and a tourism conference.B&Bs were full and approaching 6pm on a night of World Cup significance, Max was asking, "Are we at our hotel yet?".No bed, no TV and no hotel.Bugger! Make that a double bugger as the situation was critical.Just when things were looking grim, the Carlton River B&B (about 20 minutes from Sorell), a quaint place off the beaten track, proved to be our saviour for the night.Owner David Siepen, a personality in the Hobart food scene, built a Spanish-style terracotta two-storey home with a wide-water vista near the site of the original Carlton post office, the dilapidated remains of which stand about 100m from the house.He had accommodation which was so good that it formed our base for the next two nights.Carlton River is out of the way, off the A9 which is the major route to Port Arthur, and the road into David's place is scenic if not a little tricky with big sections of unsealed roads but the reward at the end is a warm place with a superb host.A bit of gravel driving in and out of Carlton River for two days was a sound test for the Odyssey, which remained planted and rode sweetly along rough and loose surfaces.Returning to Carlton River after a trip to Port Arthur, the Odyssey tackled its most challenging climb near Eaglehawk Neck.It struggled to do the speed limit in D for drive but found fresh legs in sequential mode.The next day the Odyssey trekked into Hobart, pottering around Constitution Dock, Sandy Bay and Battery Point before tackling the steep, steep, winding climb to Mt Wellington.It was a low-grip day, cold and wet and one of the rear tyres on the Odyssey was not the best, the outer edge worn smooth.Even so, the car remained firm and sound, a bit of under-steer here and there but otherwise quite diligent in trying conditions.Saturday was the designated no-driving day.Everyone was sorted. The girls and Max went to Salamanca Markets and the boys went to the Test at Bellerive.Funny how timing is everything.On day six, the Odyssey pointed toward Richmond and crossed the oldest bridge in the country, which looks as sturdy as it most probably did when it was built in 1823.And after eventually linking up with the Midlands Highway north toward the starting and finishing point of Launceston, the Odyssey motored along quietly and without a whimper.Comfort, space and economy were the fondest memories of a likeable chariot after 1300km of touring around a big chunk of one of Australia's most stunning landscapes.