Tas-mania

Photos may be put up in the future...don't hold your breath (even if you want to commit suicide because you'll just pass out and start breathing again, you incompetent depressed fools).

Hello again my loyal followers, I am back, from Tasmania if you didn't already know or if you couldn't guess from the title of this post.

Anyway, just to get all of you up to speed I left for Tasmania last Saturday night with my family, arriving on Sunday morning and stayed there for 7 nights, meaning that I arrived home on Monday morning (catching the Sunday night ship out). Our itinerary was basically:

Saturday->Sunday: Home -> Devonport
Sunday: Cradle mountain
Monday: Cradle mountain -> Queenstown
Tuesday: Strahan -> Hobart
Wednesday: Hobart (Tahune Airwalk & Huon trail)
Thursday: Hobart (Port Arthur)
Friday: Hobart -> Swansea -> Bicheno
Saturday: Launceston (Cataract Gorge)
Sunday: Launceston -> Georgetown -> Beauty Point (Seahorse World) -> Devonport
Monday: Home!

I went to Tasmania with no expectations whatsoever, having heard generally positive things about the place. I must say however, that the Tasmanic landscapes, with rolling hills and lush greens, dotted with the occasional moo, baa and whinny, really took my breath away. The mountainscapes were beautiful as well, with fantastic views but also hard treks up sheer cliffs to access them. Even my dad freaked out a bit when driving up totally barren mountainsides with naught between us and a steep drop but a single metal barrier. Needless to say I possessed not one shred of fear. I was also asleep, but that's beside the point.

There was one glaring absence from all this, however: people. For some reason, Tasmaniacs seem not to like the night, and tend to stay at home during this time. In fact, you wouldn't even know that you were in the city centre if it weren't for the big neon signs, the obscenely early Christmas decorations and the multitude of (closed) shops. Food was not always easy to find, especially at lunch times, and there were many a time we had to suffer famine in search of a place to have a decent meal.

Another noticeable absence in Tasmania was a TV station. They didn't have a separate Channel Seven and Ten, instead having a merger called "Southern Cross". How this worked is beyond me, for they were without such quality shows as The Simpsons and...well that's all that comes to mind at the moment but HOW DO YOU GROW WITHOUT THE SIMPSONS? I know I certainly would not be the man I am today without the influence of this greatest of great shows.

I won't go into too much detail about where we went and what we saw (and I tell you we saw many strange things on our trip, like the giant three-headed...oh you'll see it if you go there). Needless to say it was a fun trip for the whole family!