Okay, this may have to turn into two posts, because a week’s worth of travel just doesn’t fit well into only a few hundred words.
Our plan consisted of flying into the major airport in Tasmania, renting a car, and driving a loop around the middle of the island, skimming along the eastern and southern coasts as we went and passing through both major cities. My trip started a few hours after everyone else’s. I traveled with the same group I went on the Great Ocean Road with, plus one other guy from our apartment complex. I had a lab that day, so I had to catch an evening flight and meet up with the group at our accommodation… where I somehow managed to leave my wallet the next morning. Huge mistake. But there were a few lucky things about that: it was in the only city we’d be returning to, so getting it wouldn’t be too much of a problem, and I was with amazing people who didn’t mind lending me money (especially since I’d prepaid for most of our accommodations, so they kind of owed me anyway). So travel hack no 1 here: always make sure you have your wallet. Just always. Any time you think about it. Or move. Or breathe.
Anyway, the rest of the trip was awesome when I wasn’t begging Jeanine for cash. My first full day in Tassie started at a wildlife sanctuary, my third one since arriving in Australia and by far my favorite entirely because of the keeper we met there. We timed our arrival to coincide with a scheduled Tasmanian Devil feeding, and we thought that was all we would get. But the keeper who took us around the sanctuary showed off several Tasmanian devils, as well as sugar gliders, ringtailed possums, bilbies, black swans, wedge tailed eagles, a juvenile wombat, spotted and eastern quolls, and I don’t even remember what else. He talked about the relative endangerment status of every animal, how it behaves in the wild and in captivity, personal experiences with them (including some awesome stories about nursing orphaned babies) and just did an incredible job of informing us about the animals in his care. I’ve wanted to be a vet for a long time, and a zoo/wildlife vet for a slightly shorter period, and he honestly reminded me why. He was so passionate about every animal he showed us, but he had a huge amount of respect for them too. I honestly feel terrible that I don’t remember his name, but that keeper is absolutely amazing.
Keeper-man feeding a Tasmanian Devil and telling us about how it can bite through bone… and can’t distinguish his fingers from the piece of meat.
We also went on a hike to a lookout over Wineglass Bay and got an amazing view – after we spent an appropriate amount of time watching a wild mamma wallaby sniff around the lookout. We actually saw her joey peek out of the pouch for a while, it was freakin’ adorable.
Mamma and Joey
The Lookout (we peeled our eyes away from the wallaby eventually)
After that we headed back to our AirBnB until just after sunset, when we drove to the beach to see the fairy penguins come ashore for the night! I don’t have pictures of this because a) it was dark and b) penguins don’t like flash. (It can actually kill them in a roundabout way). We almost stepped on about a dozen of the little guys because it was so dark we could only see the white on their chests, and then just barely. That was the second time I’d seen fairy penguins come in from the ocean, but it was honestly cooler to me, because I wasn’t at a tourist hub watching, I was just by a random beach near a town. I guess it felt more genuine, although the penguins were no more or less real than the last ones I saw.
The next morning we got up insanely early to catch the sunrise over the blowhole, an opening in the rocks along the beach where the waves can rush into a crevice, only to be forced upward and out the hole. I took sooo many pictures there, it really was incredibly beautiful. We just spent an hour quietly watching the sun rise over the ocean, not talking, just taking pictures and enjoying the sight.
The colors almost rivaled sunsets in western Oklahoma. Almost.
We followed that with a hike up to a lookout right next to our AirBnB. The lookout was disappointing though, so we found our own… on top of a massive boulder at the top of the hill the lookout was supposed to be on. Climbing up (and down) from there was probably the sketchiest thing I did in Tasmania, but man the photos were worth it ten times over.
Awesome view. Bad upload.
Then we headed on further south and west. We stopped briefly at a vineyard to sample some wine. I flashed back hard to Italy, and I realized that my taste for wine has not grown at all since that summer. It was still fun though, and interesting to try Australia made wine. The tasting was free too, which was even better.
From there we went on to Port Arthur, the former prison island, now historic site. We took a guided day tour, but honestly, I felt like I got as much history from the ghost tour we took that night as I did from the short day walk everyone took. My favorite part was probably the harbor cruise though. When we first arrived we just managed to catch the last boat that took us on a lap around the shores of the prison area – they had two separate prisons: an adult prison that took up the main area of one shore, and a boy’s prison that was far less successful on the other side of the harbor. In the middle was a small island they used as their cemetery. The whole thing was a bit eerie, especially the Island of the Dead, as they called the cemetery. It was an oddly beautiful place though, for one that housed so many horrors. The place was a last chance prison, for horrible criminals, repeat offenders, and escape artists. It was the place they used as a threat at other prisons, where lashes were given as frequent punishments, and they even had a “Separate Prison” for the worst criminals, where no speech was allowed by anyone, and inmates were left in endless mute silence with no real human interaction for years. Shortly after it was established, they had to annex an insane asylum, as it was called at the time. Apparently it was common for inmates to get transferred from the first to the second.
Island of the Dead
Adult Prison area
I’ll end this one here since it’s long and description-heavy, but I’ll continue the Tasmania trip in my next post.