As an introduction, Tasmania is not its own country. Like Alaska, it has allegiance to a greater authority, and like Texas, the people there are first, and last, Tassies, not Aussies. They have a whole a different attitude. Friendly, but a bit more isolated. Tasmania lays to the south of its parent, with the capital, Hobart, situated on the south eastern edge, 1600 miles south of Sydney. The island is 260000 square miles with a population of 500,000. In comparison, Alaska is 586000 square miles with a population of 730,000. Like Alaska, half of the population of Tasmania lives and eats in its capital. The vast majority of the island is marked as National Reserve with limited access roads. And, oh yes, driving is on the left side of the road, which I instinctively breeched, quite often. What do Californians do when they find themselves in Tasmania with a car and a map?
We landed in Hobart, expecting our car to be ready and waiting for us. Unfortunately, no. So off we crowded into a taxi, destination our only pre-booked reservation, the Edinburgh Gallery B&B. John, the owner and sole employee, is a gregarious, talkative sort, anxious spend time with his guests, and help in any way he can. He suggested we go down to the harbor for a seafood dinner. Unlike every other place we had visited, John recommended we walk to the Harbor, a breezy 2 Km jaunt. Happy to get a bit of exercise, off we went, hunger in our bellies, wind in our faces. It seems that Hobart is quite busy with vacationers this time of year, and after being rejected from one eatery (told that the restaurant was not quite open, and was incidentally booked solid for the night). So, wandered around a bit and found one that again, was not quite open, but would let us sit and eat if we promised to vacate our table by 7pm. The menu was heavy with fish, mostly of the fried variety, served with potato fries. “Battered and Fried” being the key delight in Hobart. We selected non-fried fish, much to the chagrin of our waiter and waitress.
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After gaining access to our 4X4 chariot the next morning, we headed up to the highest peak in Hobart, Mount Wellington, and (4160 ft) to have a look around. Unfortunately, the windy mountain road was closed, as it was the climax to the Hobart Half Marathon which by sheer chance was run on that day. We parked by a close by hiking trail and availed ourselves to the beauty of the fern laden flora. The foot path led us to a waterfall where we were able to catch a bit of shade and relax.
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On returning to our car, the road to the pinnacle had opened, free to travel. One thing to note in Tasmania, the roads are narrow, and often heavy with blind curves, so prepare yourselves for very close encounters with opposing traffic.
The top of Mt. Wellington affords a majestic view of the city port below. It is one of the highlights of Hobart, not to be missed, as evidenced by the huge crowd present when we arrived:
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Our plan was to drive up the picturesque east coast route, stop when tired, eat when hungry, and use the utilities when…well you know, reminiscent of Forrest Gump. The beaches were void of sun worshippers, and we stopped often for a respite from the pressures of the road, and physical restrictions of the auto. Our first night stay would be in a small township, Swansea, on the coast. The bungalow Swansea Hotel was perfect for us, sitting on the sand with clear appreciation of the sunrise, and pretty fair view of the sunset as well.
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We ate dinner and breakfast at the main eatery in town, restaurant and bar on the right, bakery on the left, all owned by the same proprietor. Satiated and wide awake, we headed for Cole Bay and Freycinet National Park, one of the heralded points of interest. The reserve is located on a peninsula with Cole’s bay on the right and the Tasman Sea to the left. We embarked for our 3 hour hike from the car park, and ascended the rocky climb to the saddle of the coastal mountain range. The area is designated Wine Glass Bay, and for good reason. I can not really give the scenic view proper accolades, so please enjoy the photographs:
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Our travels have encouraged us to walk between 8 to 12 miles daily over the past 11 weeks, and a day spent physically idle is a bad day, so the hike was greatly appreciated. On the down slope to Wine Glass Bay, Hilary happened to meet and chat with a fellow UCLA graduate. He is now living in Cambodia, working for the US embassy in Phnom Penh. A small world when your alma mater is UCLA. Lunch was on a park bench in Coles Bay, absorbing the sunshine and cooled by the slight off shore breeze.
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We wanted to get to the sleepy coastal village of St. Helens by the late afternoon, so as not to miss open restaurants. Our efforts to find acceptable rooms left us a bit baffled. St. Helens is a one street affair, a few choke and pukes, a gas station, a super market, an information center, and two or three motels on the main road. When it comes to sleeping, we are rarely particular, but one place looked like a crack house, and another was worse. Exhausting the domiciles into town, we headed back along the coast and found the place! A collection of self contained cabins on a bluff overlooking the harbor. If you wait, it will come.
We checked into our domicile, #11, and went to the market to buy food for our first experience of cooking since leaving southern California. Understand, this is 11 weeks into our trip, without ever preparing a meal. A bottle of wine, spaghetti, and vegetables, followed by a rousing game of cards in which I got crushed by the competition. I think the cards were fixed.
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Our next stop is Launceston, the second largest city in Tasmania, and approximately 200 km from St. Helens. The attraction is the Cataract Gorge. The trip took twice as long as expected due to the circuitous road through the mountains. The beautiful drive is a bit nullified by the narrow road and lack of a shoulder to act as a cheater on the close turns.
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The Gorge area is the result of a river cutting through the sandstone ridge. Matt and I discussed the definition of a Gorge and how it differs from a Canyon, but could not identify any qualifying factors. The internet informed us that they are basically the same entity, simply given different names. Gorge in Europe and Asia, Canyon in America. Who knew? The area was discovered in 1809 as one of the most beautiful waterfalls in existence. The South Esk River is bridged by two suspension bridges, one at the Head of the First Basin, and the second one further up the river at Duck’s Reach, the site of the hydroelectric plant. When the plant was first constructed, in 1895, Launceston was the first city south of the equator to have electricity driven by the flow of water. In the construction of the Bridge at Duck’s Creek, the workers and supplies were transported across the gorge by a flying fox. Take a look at the bridge, and see if you would like to fly across that span in a tenuous contraption like a flying fox:
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Once we returned from our hike to Duck’s Reach, we had a decision to address. Stay here, in Launceston for the night, or drive to Richmond tonight. Richmond is the site of the Bonorong animal sanctuary, and a mere 45 km from Hobart. Richmond won the battle, and upon arriving in the small rural township at 7pm we immediately sought accommodations for the evening. The problem: no rooms available. Not one. We checked. So, with no other options, we headed for Hobart, not knowing that five large conventions had invaded the capital. We searched for rooms for two hours with the same response, no vacancies. Matt finally found one place, Tree Top Inn, which had one room. We secured the reservation and headed up Davies Street, to the inn owned by Jenny and Ron. The Tree Top Inn turned out to be a stand alone cottage in the lower woods of Mt. Wellington, proving to be an idyllic site to spend our last two days in Tasmania. The cabin was really a two story house with three bedrooms, full kitchen and a comfy living room situated on the property just above the main house. Our landlady and husband could not have been more affable and hospitable. The absence of city lodging became a blessing. Exhausted by the long day of driving and hiking, we said goodnight and all experienced a full, unerupted night of rest. The next day we headed for Bonorong. I am not a fan of zoos, and expressed this opinion. Bonorong, however is not a zoo. It is a sanctuary where injured animals, failing to thrive, are brought back to health, and re-inserted into their natural habitat. Here we were able to pet and play with kangaroos, Kuala Bears, Whombats, and even get a glimpse of two of Tasmanian Devils. The keepers are informative and engaging. I was wrong, this is a place to be visited.
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Not to let an afternoon go to waist, we experienced MONA (Museum of old and New Art). The Museum was put together by David Walsh, who parks his car in a spot marked GOD. I am too provincial to understand the works presented in this avantgarde explosion of absurdities. Leave it to say, we stayed an hour exploring the bowels of the entrails found within, and that was more than enough time for all of us.
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Our time in Tasmania at an end, the next day was relegated to cleaning up and getting to the airport on time for our flight back to Sydney. We had just enough morning to visit a walking track in the hills adjacent to our residence prior to departing.
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Respectfully submitted,
SLR