Tasmania, for those who aren’t sure, is that little triangular-shaped island hanging off the south coast of Australia. I say little, but of course in true Australian fashion it’s actually a decent size- for our European followers, somewhere between the size of the nations of Switzerland and Austria, or about half the size of England. Or, for our American friends, a chunk smaller than the state of Maine. It has a population of about half a million people, roughly half of whom live in the capital, Hobart, on the south coast. Tassie is seperated from the Australian mainland by the heaving Bass Straits, a 9-hour ferry ride from Melbourne, and is plonked in the path of that belt of circum-polar winds known as the Roaring 40s, which belt both it and New Zealand (about 2,000km due east) with ferocious blasts of wintry air and drive a changeable and unpredictable climate consisting of large amounts of cloud, rain and, during the winter, snow.
(And yes, for those weaned on Warner Brothers cartoons, there is such a thing as a Tasmanian Devil- one of the ugliest marsupial-cum-rodents to ever scuff along the planet’s surface. No they are not cute and crazy like the cartoon. They are gruff, unpleasant things with little interest either in appearance or character (other than their endangered status), and in this Kiwi’s lexicon, sit only slightly higher than possums on the ‘animals I have no time for’ list.)
No, we didn’t see any.
We did, however, see a lot of Tasmania in our six-day tour. And, belying the climatic trends stated above, we also had fabulous weather. A day and a half of somewhat overcast weather with a few spots of drizzle divided what was otherwise largely sunny with clear afternoons and marvelous cloudscapes which made landscapery a joy.
I took a lot of photos.
I won’t be posting all of them here (although for those who are interested you can find a lot of them on the Morealtitude Photography Facebook page), but will put up a smattering of shots from the different places we went to for those who are interested, and give a bit more detail about some of the delights tucked away on this thoroughly under-rated little block of real-estate.
Arriving off the ferry from Melbourne, we docked in Davenport and drove straight down to Hobart. The trip from one end of the island to the other takes about 3 1/2 hours if you take the main highways, and is an easy run. The roads (for the most part) are in great condition (we drove through the Great Western Tiers in the Central Highlands, where sections of the road are unsealed). The best bit about driving in Tas is the utter scarcity of other road users. Seriously, the place is deserted.
(Which allows me to lie down on highways and take shots like this one)
From Hobart, we swung up the east coast, first hitting up the area around Swansea, and then up to Coles Bay and the Freycinet Peninsula. The Freycinet Peninsula is a spindly finger of mountains reaching out into the ocean, a rugged feature whose rocky abuttments are seperated by some of the most spectacular beach real-estate you’ll ever find. The water in the sunlight is clear as a spring and a turquoise so pure you want to set it into a ring and wear it away with you. Here we hiked into the spectacular Wineglass Bay before continuing northwards.
Reaching St. Helens, we then continued up to the Bay of Fires, a stretch of remote coastline on Tasmania’s north-eastern corner. Listed by the Lonely Planet as its top destination for 2009 (I didn’t know that until somebody mentioned it today), Bay of Fires is actually a series of white-sand beaches and rocky outcrops, where azure waves of the most outrageous colour crash themselves into oblivion beneath a warm sun. Not as unpopulated as it may once have been, it is none the less an amazing location, and would be right at the top of my list for future visits.
From the Bay of Fires, we stretched our last day in Tasmania into an epic marathon and swept in a single afternoon across to Cradle Mountain National Park. The heart of the highlands, the dramatic volcanic behemoth that is the park’s namesake stabbed upwards into a clear blue sky at sunset just as we reached the park, and the views were magnificent- and made the cross-country sprint completely worthwhile. A fitting finish to a beautiful little journey.
I’ll go into a little more detail about some of these locations and photoshoots in later posts. Hopefully for now, this will whet your appetite for a little more.
Images:
1. Pristine waves wash onto the pristine beach of Wineglass Bay.
2. Blue skies and puffs of cloud support a leaning gum tree in a field in Tasmania’s rural interior.
3. The Organ Pipes, geological rock formations, atop Hobart’s Mt. Wellington.
4. An empty rural highway in inland north-east Tasmania.
5. The dramatic Freycinet Peninsula (behind) as seen from Coles Bay.
6. Clear waters in Biralong Bay, at the start of the Bay of Fires.
7. Cradle Mountain at dusk.
8. Lichen-stained rocks and azure waters in Wineglass Bay.
fabulous photos…..
It’s wonderful!
Wow, beautiful! The only Australian states/territories that I’ve yet to visit are Tasmania and the Northern Territory. Your images really do make me want to go! 🙂
What a stunning place, thanks for taking us along for the ride.
Absolutely stunning photos! I’ll be heading over to your Facebook page to see more. Learned a bit more about Tasmania and it has certainly fueled my interest (not that it really needed it – lol).
Thanks for the post!
Beautiful pics!
Whow! Your pictures remind me such an amazing place
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Your photos are beautiful! Thank you for sharing 🙂
Wonderful pictures!
But for me so far away!
Wow, that’s beautiful. If it wasn’t so far, and I weren’t so terrified of sharks, I’d probably make it there one day.
wow….
Stunning photos! The last one was rather peculiar. Well done! =)
This makes me want to upload some pictures I have from Portugal.
Your work is incredible. Been following for quite some time now.
I kinda think real life tasmanian devils are cute…
That’s my only point of contention though. And like everyone else I think your photos are amazingly beautiful and I appreciate you posting them.
I seem to have fallen in love with the Tasmanian landscape.. 🙂
Our Tassie Devils are too cute!!! Glad you had a wonderful holiday in my much loved Island home, thanks for showing the world what a beautiful place Tassie is. Come back any time.
Beautiful views. Feeling like to visit.
Wow! Nice Shots
I am proud to be Tasmanian and though having lived overseas for many years it calls me back every day, such a beautiful place which can only be truly appreciated by visiting. Your pictures have brightened my morning x
Beautiful – I would love to blow today off and be at a beach! All of your shots are great but I love the road shot – it takes you somewhere.
Being a local I know just how beautiful this island is but I’m really impressed with just how beautiful your photos are!
Many thanks for your comment. From a local I take that as high praise! You are lucky to live on such a special island. I now realise that the only reason mainlanders tease Tasmanians is out of jealousy. :o)
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