A Tast e of Tassie - Part 2
Trip Start
Jun 09, 2003
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Trip End
Jun 02, 2007
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Hobart, Australia
Tuesday, February 22, 2005
After another fairly early night I was awoken when one the girls in my room decided to get up at 5.00am to go and watch the sunrise. I decided to stay in bed. After breakfast we went to Montezuma Falls - a 10km walk, which was worth it to see the waterfall. In the afternoon we visited Henty Sand Dunes and after a BBQ lunch I went quad biking over the dunes which was great fun. This area is said to have the purest air in the world. All air readings around the world are compared to the air here. We then headed back to Lake Tullah where a few of us went out on the lake in kayaks which was fun. I then went for a swim and rode around on a mountain bike for a bit before dinner.
Our last day was quite an experience. We went to Cradle Mountain and a few of us climbed right up to the cradle. My foot was feeling a lot better. It took us around 4 hours to get all the way round, but worth the climb for the views at the top. That evening we drove to Devonport. If you've never been to Devonport, trust me, you don't need to. It's probably the last place on the planet you need to go. All that happens in Devonport is ferries arrive and depart to and from mainland Australia. So anyway, we headed to the nearby pub for dinner and retired shortly after to the bar. At nine o'clock the highlight of the day occured. One of the ferries was departing. I kid you not, the following is actually true: Everyone in the pub (about 20 of us on the tour and about half a dozen locals) all went outside and crossed the road to stand and watch the boat leave, in the dark. Boy that was exciting. Unfortunately I've lost one of the cards for my camera so I'm unable to share the event with you photographically but I'm sure you can use your imagination. We got back into the pub and all bought a drink to calm ourselves down. Hans, Mike and I then took to the dancefloor for a few dances before the barman called last orders. It was ten to ten. By the time we thought to ask him if we could get a carry out, he'd already cashed up. He called another pub for us but unfortunately they had also closed. I suppose it was a Tuesday night but come on already. After finding a can of bourbon in my room which was quickly devoured by about 6 of us still looking for something actually happening in town, we decided to venture out and see if we could find something, anything happening. We wandered the streets and wondered if anyone actually lived in Devonport. There was no one about. We came across two guys putting up illegal posters and they told us of an irish pub which may still be open. Passing a young couple on a bench they also told us the same thing. We rounded the corner and there was the pub, all lit up. Imagination our disappointment when we got there and found it was actually, in fact, closed. Feeling a little disappointed we decided to head to the Golden Arches for a coffee, one place in town that was open. On our way we bumped into some taxi drivers who told us of another place which may be open. After explaining to Hans what a wild goose chase was we set off. Anthony and Mike were quite a bit ahead and they reached the pub first. We could could see them dancing in the street outside and thought yeah. Heather and I were just about the only females there. Lots of pool tables but also lots of alcohol. We were happy bunnies. They finally closed and we were thrown out. To end the perfect evening I ended up with a bird poo on my head - supposed to be good luck.
The following day I said farewell to everyone and flew back to Melbourne where I spent a few days wandering. I said a final farewell to Hamish - for the first time in about 1 1/2 years we're heading in opposite directions and I then flew to Sydney for my last few days in Oz.
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