After a breakfast of toast and apricot jam, we were deposited at the beginning of Cataract Gorge. A picturesque, impressive v shaped valley, I was reminded of many a geography lesson. Our walk including some autumnal trees, 30 second timed group photos and carvings in the rocks saying 'McLoven', it was a beautiful stroll in … Continue reading The Diary of a Tassie Adventure – Day 4 – Cataract Gorge, Bay of Fires & Bicheno
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The Diary of a Tassie Adventure – Day 3 – Cradle Mountain & Henty Sand Dunes
Today I walked up Cradle Mountain. It was undoubtedly one of the most liberating days of my life. The walk hard but not difficult, climbing to the top, the wind encircling me, the scenery spectacular, I was allowed some time to reflect. Having found a quote a couple of weeks ago but not feeling it … Continue reading The Diary of a Tassie Adventure – Day 3 – Cradle Mountain & Henty Sand Dunes
The Diary of a Tassie Adventure – Day 2 – Montezumo Waterfalls, Ocean Beach & The Ship That Never Was
After day 1's introduction, I was ready to start my Tasmanian adventure. Not to be caught out I left the hostel with nearly a full compliment of winter clothes save my newly acquired tasmanian gloves left curled up uselessly in my other jacket. I was doing so well.. A morning wander round Strahan in the … Continue reading The Diary of a Tassie Adventure – Day 2 – Montezumo Waterfalls, Ocean Beach & The Ship That Never Was
Wwoofing Decisions Made in the Torrents of Tasmania’s Rains
In my quest to get up quietly and not wake my roommates I hauled my bag and belongings into the hall to pack in the light. In my usual pack and move routine, which I have now got down to a speedy art, in 'pack' mode rather than 'planning for day' mode, not thinking, my … Continue reading Wwoofing Decisions Made in the Torrents of Tasmania’s Rains
Finding Rainbows and Chess Boards in Autumnal Hobart
Continuing the theme of Scottish stereotypes you can imagine my surprise when I walked into the hostel living room to find 'Maid of Honour' on the telly. A castle wedding of course, tartan crazy with chat of bairns and Atholls (which incidentally was cleverly used to denote 'asshole'), I couldn't quite believe that of all … Continue reading Finding Rainbows and Chess Boards in Autumnal Hobart
A Latitude Adjustment in Tasmania
For an extra $4.50, I was faced with the window/aisle seat debate again... With a short 75 minute flight I opted not to pay the extra money and to just to see what fate threw at me. A word to the wise - never choose a pre selected seat that needs paid for. Just wait … Continue reading A Latitude Adjustment in Tasmania
Scottish Footprints 