tassie-mania…the end and a new beginning.

“travel is the only thing you buy that makes you richer…”

or so someone said. even though it’s true…australia continued emptying our bank accounts. after our cradle mountain hike, our free ride hitching dreams became an optimistic vision of the past…yep…more rain. the pouring, drench you into resembling a wet rat kind of rain. so, a $61 bus ticket, a couple naps, curvy death turns, and some deep breaths later, we were back in launceston for another night. the only good thing that generated from this second round, was the sun coming out and finally finding a place on the island, and australia for that matter, that knew how to make a decent bloody mary. well rested, feeling a sense of hope (that would quickly be diminished that day) we bought our bus tickets to get to the east coast. what we didn’t anticipate was, the dodgy excuse for a bus stop that we would be stranded at for 2.5 hours, fearful that within the final 15 minutes, our bus would never come, that our toes would surely fall off and that at least we were in this together, entertained with more reading aloud (complete with teeth chattering), an embarrassing, delusional rain dance, some practice in videography…it arrived. our grumbly bus driver was a real cherry topper on our day of uncertainty. after an awkward pick up at a school with the most crass mouthed early pubescent boys we’d ever encountered, we finally deboarded “hell” and stumbled through more rain up a few streets, soaked, to check into the lone hostel option in bicheno which we were forced to call our resting place for the night. after hot showers, hanging soaked clothes on the heater in our room to dry out for the morning’s journey (into more unknown obstacles), we got a decent nights sleep. the following morning brought glimpses of sunshine and we were out with cameras again to capture new memories.

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photo credit: Kary Brennan

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the housekeeper at our bicheno backpackers was lovely enough to drive us out of town to the turn off headed to our next destination, coles bay, where our goal was to see the pristine wine glass bay. with our used cardboard sign, a new ride request, we were ready. it only took a half hour of waiting with thumbs out and one ride to get us there this time…much to our relief.

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photo credit: Kary Brennan

upon checking in, we were ready to get moving and see wine glass bay for what it was. freycinet national park was more of a walk from the town of coles bay than we had anticipated, but we offered a van driver some humour when he passed us like 6 times before we even entered the park…just being good world samaritans over here, people! more wallaby sightings, great workout, tons of photos and some sprinkling rain, we descended to go back to the hostel in search of food. $10/kg for tomatoes anyone? no? poached eggs on toast it is. cool. glad we had that talk. the only grocery option in coles bay was a rip off to say the absolute least, but we made do. weird surprise, (more rain) i know, but i woke up around 3-4am to the sound of elephants doing ballet on the roof and immediately felt defeated that we wouldn’t be hitching our way out of expensiveland in the next 24 hours. righto! booked another night in our hostel and settled in for a movie day…yeah, we watched shallow hal twice, what?! limited resources means innovation…case and point, wine in coffee mugs…at least they were fancy, hey? a beach walk became an option when the clouds parted and we had a little foam party…silver linings everywhere!

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we had booked in a ride early the next morning with a random dude celebrating his birthday at our hostel…alone…we cheersed him, no worries…to get us to swansea (next main town over) so we could plot our lift back to hobart…we couldn’t wait to see that little pickled frog again. more rain, you know the tune. eventually, we made it and the last thing we needed to check off our tassie list was mt. wellington. the sunshine in hobart the next morning was a false prophecy of what life at the summit would be…we’re from a small mountain town…we should have known better. sooo, needless to say, ambition was not necessarily the word of the day due to lack of layers, but we still got a hike in…just at a lower starting point. mud yes, but gorgeous as well, complete with kookaburra sighting.

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having to say goodbye to the person i had spent 3 weeks with, having, literally…the time of my life, was so bittersweet. but the beauty of an ending like ours for tasmania, was that it was only the beginning for our travel adventures together.

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photo credit: Kary Brennan

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