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.
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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 – 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.
The Edge of the World: Next Stop Cape Horn
This week, I’m blatantly using my blog as an advertisement. My ebook, The Edge of the World: Next Stop Cape Horn, has been for sale on Amazon for two years and at last I have it available in print. 
In 2006, I set out in my little hatchback to begin the first of four road trips around the island of Tasmania, south of where I live in Melbourne, Australia.
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Anvers Chocolate Factory Latrobe Tasmania
If you want to know what heaven is, indulge yourself with hot chocolate made in a chocolate factory: pure liquid chocolate. Anvers Chocolate Factory is situated in a beautiful Californian bungalow, surrounded by cottage gardens, on the outskirts of Latrobe, in the north of Tasmania. I sat next to a window. The room was cold but the light morning sun shone through, emulating warmth. A waitress approached and I ordered my liquid heaven.
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Styx Valley Tasmania
One of the places on my Tassie bucket list was the Styx Valley, near the entrance to the Southwest National Park. The car rattled along the last of the gravel road into the car park of the Styx Valley Reserve. I parked beside an archway created by giant ferns, seducing me to peek through.
Plans Gone Awry-Arthur River Tasmania
The Edge of the World. That’s what the sign said and, standing on the hill looking out to sea, that’s how it felt. Untamed and untameable: Arthur River, North-West Tasmania. If you sailed from where the river enters the sea and kept going, you would hit South America without touching land. This accounted for the vicious wind ripping through me and I was grateful for the knitted beanie a caring friend gave me on my announcement that I was exploring Tassie in the depths of winter.
Freycinet Peninsula Tasmania
In 2006, on my first trip to Tassie, I left Hobart and headed up the east coast towards Swansea and the Freycinet Peninsula. I was sick of just looking at photos of famous Wineglass Bay; I wanted to see it for myself.
‘The lookout for Wineglass Bay,’ I said to the girl behind the counter at the Visitor Centre. ‘Is it a hard walk?’ She shook her head. ‘So, it’s not difficult then?’ I prompted.
‘No,’ she said, ‘it’s okay.’
Planning to the Nth 