Tasmania: Fiery Lichen

Bay of Fires! When you drive from one small town to another, you don’t get reception in Tasmania. At least, that was what our phone services indicated. That means when you’re driving from Mount Cradle to Frecinet National Park, you get your GPS set halfway only to lose reception. Still all good, we reached Bay […]

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Tasmania: Cradle Mountain

I was the happiest kid even though the weather wasn’t at all fit for hiking with unpredictable flurries of snow, hail, rain, and wind. Half of us turned back halfway through the hike because it started raining, but little did we know we were on the wrong track anyway. What we thought was the Dove […]

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Tasmania: Franklin-Gordon

The day we set out on a 4-5 hour drive from Hobart to Franklin-Gordon Rivers National Park without booking any prior accommodation for the night because we weren’t sure where we would end up. We took our chances and pulled up at the first motor lodge we found in Queenstown, where we had the best sleep […]

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Tasmania: We Count Dead Fish

Most of the day was spent wandering the roofless buildings on the grounds of Port Arthur – we packed food for a picnic and kept an eye on the 25-minute cruise from the guard tower. Set off around late afternoon for (probably the steepest hike on the trip) a 2 hour to and fro bush walk at […]

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Tasmania: The Botanicals and a Really Dark Mountaintop

Still sleep deprived running on no sleep (we had a 6.30am flight, which meant waking at 4am), we headed onto the Royal Botanical Gardens. We had packed lunch from Coles, so we sat on a platform all while we took turns battling off the seagulls and ducks with umbrella scares. I found Kelsey who wandered […]

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