Finally got around to this, okay. So on day 5 we drove a lot.
We started the day at MONA, the Museum of Old and New Art in Hobart. As someone who really struggles to appreciate art, I have to say this was probably the most interesting art museum I’ve ever visited. It had tons of, well, new art. One piece was a kind of waterfall, but it released water so that the drops formed words that were frequently searched online.
Another room was full of massive paper airplanes an even flying cities made of paper. It was by far the least stuffy art museum I’ve ever been to, I really enjoyed walking around. Especially four hours after we left when we were still in the car driving through winding semi-mountainous roads. Sadly, not much happened that day after we left MONA.
Day six, however, was pretty cool. We started the day with a hike looking for platypuses (apparently it’s not platypi?) and while we didn’t see any, we did make it up to a really nice waterfall for some cool pictures.
Then we drove on to Cradle Mountain, our last stop before returning to Launceston for our flight home. Cradle Mountain was probably my favorite stop on the trip after Nature World. We checked in, then went to find some short hikes to take, and on our way to the trails we passed half a dozen wallabies and wombats just chilling and eating grass on the side of the road in broad daylight. It was awesome. I’d seen my fill of wallabies by that point to be honest, but wild wombats were new to me, and there were so many! One moseyed across the road in front of us when we stopped at a stop sign. It was honestly kind of surreal. And when we actually went on our hike, it started off winding through a field right next to three wombats. I took way too many pictures, I could honestly make a short flip book of one just eating grass.
After that there were no wombats on our hike, but it was really pretty. It was insane how suddenly the landscape could change, one minute we were in a scrub brush field, the next we were in a mossy forest next to a river. And we found more waterfalls! So of course more touristy pictures were taken.
That night we meant to go out to see if we could spot a wild Tasmanian devil – we were told they looked for scraps along the edge of the camp site – but we got caught up talking to some other uni students we met in the hostel kitchen. Two girls were there on rotation from a veterinary school in Sydney, one was from Canada originally, and the other was from California. Apparently, a lot of their classmates were from the US… So I could go to vet school in Australia… That nugget of information was saved for later. But they were in Tasmania for a few weeks working at a Tasmanian Devil sanctuary, where they met a uni student from France who was also hanging out with us. He was interning at the sanctuary, and I was starting to wonder why on earth I was wasting so much time on a boring chemistry degree in the middle of Oklahoma. Anyway, I got some food for thought from them about international internships and vet schools.
Day seven was kind of sad. Most of us were ready to quit traveling at that point – sharing a car with six people for a week gets old, even when everyone gets along fairly well – but none of us was ready to leave Tasmania. So, we took one last hike around a lake at the foot of Cradle Mountain. I took way too many pictures there again, but it was so picturesque it was hard to stop. There was snow on the peaks, and low clouds and fog occasionally obscured the very tops of the mountains. The water was relatively calm, and there were just so many great views over the lake along the trail. It really was a great way to end the trip.
When we finally drove back into Launceston, we made one last stop at our first accommodation to pick up… my darn wallet. And I had the honor of paying for the last tank of gas to sort of make up for mooching off of everyone else all week. In all, it was an awesome trip and a really great experience.