I’ve been talking about exploring the Blue Mountains forever, and thought it was about time I got on with it. So two weeks ago I booked a plane flight to Sydney.
Author: Coral Waight
I started travelling alone at the age of 60. I and my little hatchback, thermos and Esky in the boot, began the first of four road trips around the island of Tasmania, south of where I live in Melbourne, Australia. I planned to the 'nth' degree, but nothing could prepare me for getting stuck on the side of a mountain in the dark with my petrol tank on empty. Nothing could prepare me for being on my own in a caravan park on the west coast in the middle of a violent storm, or forgetting I get sea-sick and spending a boat cruise around Tasman Island with my head in a bucket.
With my 'Tassie' experiences under my belt, I ventured overseas, across the Tasman Sea to New Zealand and, eventually, to the other side of the world - England. They say if you want to make God laugh, tell him your plans. He must have been rolling on the floor as I discovered that no matter how much research you do, at some stage you have to give up your set ideas and just wait to see what happens.
Tassie Twelve Years On – Heading home
I dragged myself away from the coast and across to the Midland Highway, known as the Heritage Highway because of all the heritage towns and villages along the way. I popped into some, for old times sake.
Tassie Twelve Years On – Maria Island
The next morning, I left my bit of luxury at St. Helens, and headed south along the coast.
Tassie Twelve Years On – Bay of Fires
The next morning, after my visit to Binalong Bay the day before, I headed further north to Bay of Fires Conservation area.
Tassie Twelve Years On – St. Helens
I left Launceston early the next morning, heading for the east coast, with a view to visiting the Bay of Fires, just north of St. Helens.
Tassie Twelve Years On – Launceston
On my third morning, I dragged myself away from Arthur River and returned to the Bass Highway heading for Launceston, detouring on the way to the gorgeous heritage village of Stanley, sitting on a slender sliver of land jutting into Bass Strait.
Tassie – Twelve Years On
Yes, it is twelve years since I visited Tasmania, though it seems like yesterday since my last trip. I filled in the time between with England and New Zealand, along with various spots around Australia. But I particularly love Tassie. It was time to return.
Heading West For Some Nature-Mt. Gambia
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Heading West For Some Nature
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