I’m a huge fan of road trips – the idea of the open road, bad food and loud music to sing along to always sounds like the best idea to me. As I’ve come to learn, every place I go to road trip seems to be different – different rules, different places to see, different ways to improve your experience.
I just spent 6 days travelling around Tassie with a friend, and below are a couple tips for those taking the spectacular opportunity to do it for themselves!
It had been a crappy week when it came to weather.
Cold winds, lots of rain, clouds covering the skies without the chance of any blue in the near future. Vicky and I had made due – kayaking and enjoying our time in Corinna nonetheless. But as we pulled out of Rosebery and drive the hundred or so kilometres to Cradle Mountain, we prayed for something better.
And oh my God it worked!
By the time we drove along the dusty dirt road and parked next to the visitor centre, the sun was ablaze in the sky and there wasn’t as cloud for miles! What a perfect day!
What a perfect day to hike around Cradle Mountain.
My plane landed in Hobart airport at 8:40am.
I was here!
I was finally in the lesser known, even less travelled Australian island state of Tasmania. And although I was in Tasmania (affectionately known as Tassie) to do farm work, (second year visa crap) I had hoped to travel a little around the island during my short 3 month stay. But I was on my way to the farm the next morning, so I had 24 hours to check out Hobart and what it had to offer me. 24 hours in the most beautiful, friendly, historic Australian city is by far not enough time, but I made due.
As I write this post, rain is pouring down upon the roof of the caravan stay in, banging off of the tin roof in rapid fire. A mere half hour ago the sun was shining and it was the warmest I had ever felt it in my short stay so far in Tassie, I had even changed into shorts.
Welcome to Tasmania!
This past month has been more or less pretty tame compared to the rest of my time travelling here. That being said, I have done some pretty awesome things and between working and the blog I think I did pretty good! That being said, I am now caught up on Pretty Little Liars, the Walking Dead, Game of Thrones, and Supernatural. I’m sure you can guess what I do after work.
So on for what happened this month!
Being a travel blogger, I read so many other travel blogs for inspiration, encouragement, travel advice and for some amazing stories. I talk about some of their stories to my friends, and low and behold they have actually never heard of them before!
Some travel blogs I have followed since I was 16, others only for the last couple of months, but I love every single one of them and always anxiously wait for the next blog post or update. It’s kind of funny, because it’s such a different array of bogs from family blogs to solo female to food blogs… The only thing they have in common is travel and that’s all that matters. Now! Here’s a little list of my favourite travel blogs, who they are, why I love them and why I think you will fall in love with them too 🙂
Last Saturday was the last day of the week long travel trip with work.
We had travelled down the southern coast, visiting and working in places like Bega, Eden, Bateman’s Bay, and Nowra. There were so many happy, sandy beaches, a couple beers and ciders, and many a sunburnt nose because of forgotten sunscreen. The people in the small towns we were fundraising in were lovely, and I met some amazing people and heard some fascinating stories. All in all it was a great week.
So Saturday was the last day on our wonderful road trip, and we finally had the entire day to do whatever we wanted with no work commitments. We had a local Aussie in our midst, so he led us (more or less) straight towards the beautiful beach of Watamolla.
What a beautiful, hot day… I need to go to the beach! I mean it’s at least 35 degrees celsius outside, I’m literally melting. But Bondi is too busy, Manly is a $14 trip away and also always packed on the weekends.. Honestly I just want to get away from people. So where should I go?
Easy. The Royal National Park.
I’m not even going to write anything. There were no words for how absolutely amazing the fireworks were this year, just long shouts and screams and “wows” from the entire crowd in Waverton watching the fireworks with us. The kids were excited, the adults were excited, and I was over the moon!
So now, without further a-do, the photos! (I took about 400, but I’ll only add the ones I deem worthy).
Yes, I realize that this post is a little late. But you’ll forgive me, right?