A slice of heaven, with Wallaby on the side

Trip Start Mar 30, 2010
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Trip End Dec 13, 2012


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Flag of Australia  , Tasmania,
Saturday, February 19, 2011


`Three hours and 300 mks from Hobart we arrived at Freycinet national park where we were planning on spending 3 days and 2 nights camping.  This however was not your typical camping beside the car.  Nope!  This was a 2.5 hour hike from the car going over a mountain and across a long beach to finish off the trek.  Another problem that was that there was no running water at the campsites, so anything you needed, you would have to pack in and pack out.   We pulled our backpacks from the car and tried to bring only the essentials.  During the packing was where I think the first signs of tension appeared between Tessa and I.  We didn't see quite eye to eye on items deemed "necessary".  Either way, we gathered out things and headed off. 

    Wineglass bay was the exact location we would be spending our coming days.  I remember when doing all my trip planning back in Canada of seeing a picture of the crystal blue waters surrounded by a cozy sandy beach.  It looked like a small little heaven.   We slowly made our way up the side of a mountain, only to have  to walk down the other side.  But from the top of the hill you could get some glimpses of the blue waters through the thick foliage.   We were both getting excited, but we still have a alot of walking a head of us, we were barely at the halfway point.  Tessa was getting tired as she was not used to the hiking, and the altitude didn't help matters.  I took her bag from her to help out, also because I wanted to ensure we had enough time when we got to our campsite to set things up before the sun started to set.  

     Finally we arrived at the beach at had our first unobstructed view of the water.  It was AMAZING.  A true version of paradise in every sense of the word.  Only a hand full of people were scattered on the massive beach, which made it feel all the more special, like we had it to ourselves.  We put our packs down and took our shoes off to walk barefoot through the white sands and rest before doing the final trek across the beach to the sites.  Almost as if it was timed perfectly for us, a wallaby came jumping out and posed perfect for us.  It was your ideal postcard picture that you would think of when you thought of Australia.   The wallaby wasn't shy or scared of us either.  Tessa was to nervous to approach it at first, so I decided to take a go.  I was pretty sure that if he was standing that close to us, that he has little to no fear of humans.  This didn't mean that I wasn't scared of him!  I tried to act all cool, and slowly approached, the whole time thinking in my head, this little bastard is gonna claw or box me and I'm gonna look like an idiot.   Luckily enough, he was as tame as your house hold cat.  Cute little fella too.  But as adorable as he was, I knew this was a bad sign that he felt so calm around me.   He should be scared and running/bouncing away.  A sign of things to come.  
 
    Walking across the sandy beach with our heavy packs was no easy task.  As many of you know, just walking on sand is normally a workout, let alone when your already run down and carrying extra weight.  But the taste of reaching our goal, plus the distraction of all the natural beauty around us made it very easy complete.    We found a site that looked like we could call home for the 2 nights there, and started setting up camp.  Once completed, we were free to roam around the area to see what was close by.  The campsites were located just one sand dune away from the water, but it was located on a walking circuit that looped the whole national park.    People were passing through as we were cooking our dinners, all waving hello as they passed.  We ended up making yet another friend while at the campsites, but not exactly what you think.  Charlie, or so I named him, a neighborhood wallaby that would not leave us alone at all.  He would constant come closer and closer to us.  Tessa let out a shreek at one point, because he snuck right up behind her with out her noticing.  I couldn't help but have a small laugh, because she was wanting to see nature and the wildlife, just not that close i guess.   Her feel eventually subsided and she became more relaxed around Charlie.    Charlie was so curious as to what we were having for dinner that he litter ally hoped right up to the pot to see what was in it.  I was trying to chase him off as nicely as I could, but I would almost to pick him up if I wanted to move him.  I wasn't going to hit him or throw things at him, so I just decided to let him stick around.  I just wish he could have done the dishes.  He actually got so close to t gas cooker on the ground, that I saw him singe some of his hair and hope off.  Its not as bad as you would think.  I thought....Jesus...How do I explain setting a wallaby on fire to a ranger.  But worry about Charlie, he was unscathed and stuck right around like nothing happened.  

      The next morning, we decided to do some hiking up Mt. Freycinet, which was a 3 hour hike up, and 2 + back down.   Shortly after our breakfast we started off.  Roughly 20 mins, Tessa was unsure of her capability of climbing yet another mountain, just a day after doing the first to arrive at our site.  I think she was also feeling like she had to keep up with me, which was not the case, but she decided to head back down and make a day of it at the beach.  I decided to head up myself after escorting her back to the beach.  I literally ran up this mountain.  I was flying.  I made it to the top of the first peak in less than half the time required.  This is was no easy task by any means, but I wanted to do some outdoor stuff....this was a big part of coming to Australia as a whole...enjoy the warm weather and get out.    To be honest, I am very surprised that I never ended up hurting myself badly while running.  Had I fallen, I could have easily cracked my skull open on one of the millions of rocks, and I can almost guarantee, it would have take people hours to realize I was gone, and even more hours to get a helicopter in to get to me.  The only real battle wound I received was when I smashed my big toe on a rock , which is still purple to this day, nearly 2 and a half months later.   A friendly reminder of Tassie.

    So our final morning, we dismantled our camp, pack everything we brought up and headed back to the car.  There was a sense of tension in the air between us, but we both tried to not let this ruin our time.  We both put on a shit eating grin and dealt with it like adults.  We headed back to Hobart and called it a day.  We thought our flight was first thing in the morning, so we stayed at a campsite literally 10 mins from the airport.  The following morning, we cleaned out the car and got ready to hand it back in.  When I arrived at the desk to hand in the keys, the man at the front desk remembered me from a few days previous, and greeted me with a smile.  After looking some information up on his computer, he told me that the car wasn't due back for another day still. Huh??  I asked him the date, and I was a day early.  It was my fault, during all the commotion of traveling around and our little disagreements, I had gaped out a complete day.  I felt bad that I wasted not just my time, but Tessa's as well, but this meant that we would also have some extra time to kill.  She needed to do some things around town, and I wanted to plan my next few steps since we had agreed to part ways once we got back to main land Australia.  I went to an Internet cafe an decided to do something completely random, and book a ticket to New Zealand.  Perhaps things like this are becoming less random for me, because you never seem to know where I will pop up on a map.   Two days after our return to Melbourne, I would be off to Christchurch.   So that was it, done deal.  

    Upon our arrival at Melbourne, Tessa and I had to sort out some pictures exchange than we were to go our own ways.  But it was friday night, and she was going  to meet someone in St. Kilda which is also a party and bar district.  With her little English, I decided to make sure that she at least safely made it to her next destination.    Something that was supposed to last 6 weeks, ended up hardly lasting 6 days.  But as happy as I think we both were to go our own ways, it was just another travel lesson learned.  No hard feelings in the end.  Now....time to get ready for New Zealand.  I t was to be more than I would have bargained for.
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