Archive for February, 2010

Just a quick note to point out that there’s a new section on the website now – Destinations. For those of you who have been reading my ramblings since my last round the world wander in 2008, there’s not much that’s new in the way of content, but for everyone else – this section just brings together my posts (and associated photos) for a few parts of the world that I have found particularly great for one reason or another, into nice, tasty, easily digestible portions.

I’ve had another article published by Craig and Linda at indietravelpodcast.com – this time it’s all about roadtrippin’ round Tasmania. From the beautiful Cataract Gorge in Launceston, via the cosmopolitan delights of Hobart and history of Port Arthur to the beaches, forests and peaks of the east coast and Cradle Mountain, there’s something for everyone on this little island. Take your own car over on the ferry or hire one once you get there, and enjoy a fantastic roadtrip.

Up and out early (I really didn’t want to spend any longer than necessary in the hostel) and on my way to Cradle Mountain. I knew this was apparently one of the ‘must see’ areas of Tasmania and it seemed a fitting way to spend my last full day here. As a result I was expecting some stunning scenery – what I wasn’t expecting was the stunning weather to go with it. It’s fair to say that this part of the state has a reputation for appalling conditions at times, but there were no sign of them while I was there. Blue skies, hot sunshine and gorgeous views – very much a recipe for success in my book.

The morning dawned bright and clear (unlike my head) and within minutes of leaving town I could see why the Bay of Fires was such a renowned spot. With the sun shining the place took on an entirely new perspective and I began to wonder what it would take to be able to have a holiday home in the area. A lottery win, probably. In any case I soon arrived at Binalong Bay, at the southern end of the Bay of Fires, and it was just stunning. In a wide sweep as far as the eye could see, the dazzling white sand and crashing aqua waves were a sure recipe to relax the soul (and reduce the hangover), and I spent over an hour wandering along the beach.

This post is bought to you by the letter W, for water. There’s been no shortage of it lately, both falling from the sky and tumbling down a cliff. As I drove the fifty-something kilometres from Bicheno to St Helens with the windscreen wipers on, the local’s assurances that the weather was likely to clear seemed somehow a little optimistic. St Helens is near the start of the Bay of Fires, apparently rated one of the world’s greatest beach areas. Probably not that day, however …