I’d swept Tasmania like a runaway wind. Enthused by the ocean I swooped through forests, rose up and over valleys and flirted with falls. I was spellbound by beaches, wonderstruck by wildlife and hammered by history. I’d smelled fish’n’chips, forest dew and Devil poo. I’d eaten oysters so fresh they almost asked my name, and wallaby pie so moist I knew not who to blame. I’d been worn out, welcomed in, torn down and picked up. With this in mind, it was time to enter my final region; Tasmania’s north. Continue reading ‘Northerly Wind’
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Two weeks on the go-go-go usually finds me sighing no-no-no! and circling within the tranquil charm of Tasmania I don’t feel any different. I turned to Reb at yet another suggest-you-see coastal panorama and confessed “babe, I’m knackered”. Regardless of it being Wednesday, I declared it an unofficial weekend and by late afternoon we were pitching up in a small caravan park and letting the abundance of Tasmania drift away over the panel fence. Continue reading ‘Toast the Coast’
West side. Say it with me brother, west side, ayeee. Respekt. Yo yo homeboy, where s’your crib boy? In da hood on da west side homie… fo’ sure. For aeons and onwards there have been East vs. West sparring matches, and here on Australia’s island state, Tasmania it seems to be contested in a bloodless bout of beauty. Continue reading ‘Westside Story’
Listen up, friend. There’s an island whose freedom was stolen and hidden in caches along its bays. A place where animals line the roads in a final salute to Man. On the island, tribes gather around its rivers and mountains gather around its tribes. There are secrets that are whispered only in the valleys and there are truths that are only known in towns. My friend, the island is teeming in treasure of a thousand kinds and I’m here to let you in on the secret. The island, is called Tasmania. ‘Transylvania? Then the island must be full of vampires!’ No, you misheard – Tasmania. ‘Tanzania? That’s in Africa mate, it’s full of malaria!’ No! Listen, Tas-ma-ni-a. ‘TASMANIA! You rotten sod, that’s where the devil lives – you had me going there!’ Continue reading ‘Island Secrets’
