Tasmania 17th - 20.03.
Hello lovelies!
a good week I was now sitting pretty in Melbourne verpeilt around, unable to make a decision about it, had me travel should technically go on. Of all the sites I've inspired me and have finally found the motivation to travel with Anna and Hanna Tasmania.
Claudi and Jürgen had me as an experienced Australia-end areas yes "warned" that the island which would be more advanced in the sense that it would be very scenic and some people, maybe boring could find. I was due to this statement is not sure if I should see Tassi at all. But fortunately (thank you thank you thank you) I've decided for me and can only say: It was my best time here! Although there was only one week, I'm so damn seen and experienced, and was just a pure bundle of energy with the girls giggle at rumhopsen and enjoying every minute and eager to capture every second. Just remember nothing! Sometimes I am sometimes almost died, but poisonous snakes and mountain hikes Horror Julia bring with them not to, haha!
Hanna, from Lörrach and I are so on 17.03. increased in Melbourne on the plane and an hour and 5 minutes later in Hobart, Tasmania's capital, got out again. Halfway there, we are still met Lynn and Annie, two girls who we know from Mildura. They would later meet with the two French, and from Mildura in Devonport and working on a potato farm. Clean funny! The plan was to take four to later ... somehow!
Anna is waiting for us with dinner. God, there is probably no person in the world, which is nicer than Anna. She is an angel. I've never seen that she does not laugh. Hearted easy. So we feasted, a happy reunion and spend hours telling, though it was only a week ago that we had seen in Mildura last! Since it was not planned that I go with him, everyone was very happy that I was there too and I'm most happy of course! Good decision, Julchen.
Despite the next morning forthcoming reconnaissance tour of Hobart, we are too late to bed! We were holding verquatscht ... that happens sometimes.
We are through the Elizabeth Mall, along the harbor, in Salamanca, we ate chips (French fries) and in some random parking or coffee from Gloria Jeans drunk, the way, is not as good as the needs of Starbukks, I say. Then we went to the museum, which was really interesting! The history of Tasmania and so on. Really cool anyway. Anna knew no mercy. We were dragged from car rental to rent a car and had to compare prices, etc, because we wanted its own Autochem cruizes around the island. Finally, we went even had the idea in the tourist information center and ask who really helped us out! This is the tourist information centers also such a phenomenon in Australia. Each mini-horse town has one, whether or not open regularly, even in theory there is one. But to be really really do not. If one humbles himself in the snake up and then puts forward his question you will usually only be sent with ner brochure home. I'm thinking: Wow, I'd also themselves can take out of position. But still ... nice Service.
now, but the tourist-information in Hobart has really helped us! The guy has even called for us in the camper for rent and asked if they had a cart for the next day available. And YES, it all seemed to work! We were pleased.
evening we cleaned ourselves and went out Indian food. For the first time in my life. Hanna and I have cried, but instead we had ordered extra MEDIUM. Why not check out the Indians that the Europeans with the spices do not have so. Our taste buds are still functional! We do not need a fire in the throat, what to even perceive. That is not necessary! Was a strange experience, because was really yummy ... unfortunately still too sharp. Shit happens.
This was on 17.03. way. For those of you who do not know why that is there is a significant date, I simply say: St. Patrick's Day. After the meal, so we are in the Irish Pubs in Hobart. A hammer band, a tuning hammer and expensive Guinness. There was so much fun!
We are exhausted Anna had fallen into bed and the next morning alone to get the camper down (mim bus). It would be the only driver since it was the only 21st Our loyal campers we named Ranger. Why is it's a long, silly story, which we have three chickens we enjoyed themselves immensely, this time related to the non-presence, however, completely pointless.
The first stop would be Richmond. A small, sleepy "town" of about two hours south of Hobart. Here is the oldest bridge and the oldest church Australia, who would have thought! Hanna and I had true photo-fits, which lasted the rest of the week, because we just liked everything so well. Even the cheap bridge. A building made of stone on a greenfield site, so perfect unaustralisch! Especially because of the very typical bare, yellow-grassed hills that smuggle in contrast, still in the background of the image. Very poetic!
In Australia, however, you learn quickly that "historically" not worth seeing means. What we here at "historic" is understood to Europeans not even worth mentioning old when we Celtic Stone circles and churches are used from the Middle Ages. All you have to show the Australians have their beginnings with the prisoners-Colonies. A very interesting topic, but has this ever not every house that was built at the time worth a mention in the guidebook, please, thank you. Above all, the system requires for easy entry and EVERY nonsense not to close. Finally, we have therefore decided against a prison in Richmond to view. We knew it was in Port Arthur, our next stop would be a bigger, better and are in for a coffee the village with an English small-town atmosphere, further GEDU again.
Port Arthur also. A large area on which the entire complex of a prison system has remained in ruins, processed and labeled for diligently reading tourists. Admission: $ 23, 5 $ backpacker discount. Wow, thank you. The usher was a nice old man, easily manipulated, and let us in free, HOHO. Unfortunately, wars have become quite late and we had no time to look at. So we perched on a fountain on a bench and have been aggressive easy to see how the ruins in the fading light of the sun were more gloomy. I do not know who started it, but eventually we got ourselves constantly against each other on any view, creepy, atmosphere and ideas that one can think of is chasing us all and animal fear.
man, fortunately I do not have fertile imagination, or would be really hard for the small Julia became the night in the camper somewhere in the nowhere to sleep. Because we are so backpackers, shower only once every 5 days and save us because of the campsite. Gas stoves and accessories we had in the car. So we are by Highway SOMEWHERE bent into the void and have since camped wild ... In addition to the approximately scariest power generator that I've ever heard! We cooked our Nüdelchen with tomato sauce (in the dark, what fun) and are then to bed. How easy
every rustle and crackle to the notice of an early, painful death will do if I my imagination free Let run is really not at all funny. Nevertheless, somehow fascinating ... I was really really scared, while the other two have left and right slumbered calmly next to me. I have insisted that is allowed to be in the Gräbele. Without the hypothetical protection of Anna and Hanna against ... whatever ... I would probably never gone to sleep!
The next day we returned to Port Arthur, for the sake of completeness it all over again to look at rest. Unfortunately, the nice usher was not there anymore, instead a young woman who had the most artificial smile I've ever seen. How festgetackert. Presented permanently their gleaming white teeth. How could the ever talk without closing the mouth once. This has to do but horrible pain in the evening in the jaw muscles!
Well, we have paid our 23 $ and well-behaved, they have an extremely boring Habour-Cruiz by the port and an even more boring guide to get around the grounds. We knew three chickens we make, however interesting, were once again the loudest in more ambient and had our fun in wild absurdity of just about everything.
The prison at Port Arthur in itself is cool and interesting, as I had unangenehmerweise find the ruins have not lost especially in the dusk atmosphere of oppression and torture. The old stones reminded me of Pompeii, so was I "cool. I have something left over for things like that. On the other hand, one could make it all even more interesting if you would give yourself more trouble. And the guide was not bomb-grade. But it was okay. As I said, we had our fun and that's what matters! Moreover, it was a glorious sunny day and we have become brown! This is even after half a year in this country is still important to me! I do not want to come home and present have no outward change.
the evening, we are still quite a bit further up towards the north, the east coast of Tasmania. We have camped at the Nine Mile Beach. One of the most beautiful beaches, I've seen so far, because it was just soooooooo long and completely deserted when we arrived. So hats also not disturbed, as we have our rangers there, just leave. And the beautiful sunset we had dinner (pasta with tomato sauce, who would have thought ...!). Only when I am in the night to the bathroom, we found that we have spent the night next to the last resting place of a kangaroo ... the bones were really scary and I had trouble falling asleep again. Thank you also.
It was wonderful in the morning to wake up, the sun is above the sea, all sparkling, glorious light, shining mother of pearl shells in and not a soul other than a self I took the opportunity again in your heart's content to sing loudly . How I miss that. In the hostel room you must always be so quiet: (But there it was really hammer our front yard, the Nine Mile Beach \u0026lt;3
Soon we are further into the Freycionet National Park, which would only be the first in a series of national parks, Looking back, it was beautiful but the first time we had the experience of our entire trip to Australia. A wild wallaby to feed. We are not the four-meter-long path, towards Wineglass Bay Lookout and as it bounces across the road. Cute, small, Knopfäuglein. Coincidentally, I've just eaten the apple and thought ... why not try to attract it. And OH MY GOD it worked. So I shared my apple with NEM Wallaby ... It was just cute. As it has lifted the pieces so in his claws and nibbled and has looked very very very sweet too ... It could scratch his belly and has even closed his eyes appreciatively. So sweet!
Unfortunately, we were after the apple was eaten, quite lose its charm for the little hop and he has made of soil. Better that way, otherwise we would probably never come loose from him and had not experienced the adventures that we would expect on that day. "
Lookout Coles Bay, Wineglass Bay Lookout then on to. En route we encountered a lot of older gentlemen, So you can imagine that the road was not terribly sophisticated. The better. We have given the two hours needed only one, have made and are 10 photos immediately descend into the Bay Wine Glass started, its beach is one of the most beautiful in the world, haha, I know why!
Perfect shape, protected by mountains on the right and left, shielded behind by vegetated dunes and natural white, warm sand, unbeschmuzt, pure, soft. High spirits as we were, we are of course immediately stormed into the water. That this would be despite 30 ° C outside temperature is freezing cold we could not guess yes! And had advanced to that realization by our IQF brains, unfortunately we had already the entire body into the icy waters submerged. As the girls make nunmal so when they come into contact with cold water, we naturally gekrischen, like crazy when we were back at the surface. We have rumgeplantscht a bit and laugh, we enjoy our life, back to the open sea up to their necks in water.
How was it that we all three have so suddenly and turned around at the right moment to recognize the danger that, I do not know. Maybe we would have had time to swim away ... but as in any of these comedies were bad we just there frozen, - the last breath for a frantic cry wasteful - and glubschten the monster wave that rolled inexorably on us. Hannah had her glasses still on, so maybe she can mitzureiten have the strength at the top of the shaft. She has been watching from above, as Anna and I were completely flushed, complete with bikini-top from the body and break everything. We scoured the surf hard on the beach, the sand that our thighs were quite aufgeschabt. But instead of sometimes realize what had just happened to shut up and come to breathe, we just laughed only. It was so absurd! No idea how we are there again come out alive.
In any case, nobody rushed, despite our enormous noise level of the other beach-hike to our rescue, what nerve! This may of course be due to our cries of pain were indistinguishable from our screaming laughter ... gone stupid. But we were having so still intact and are then not back into the water. We had our beloved Cheesels (cheese chips in tube form) defend against the greedy seagulls! There was no time to swim, even if we wanted to.
When we were back at the parking lot, our water bottles refilled, and had taken a little refreshment to us, nor the whole afternoon ahead of us and since neither our spirits nor our adventure were satisfied, we have chosen one of the "advanced" trails to fill the free time on it. 3 hours (round trip) on Mount Amos, from which we should have a splendid view of the bay, where we had just swum yet. We had to look at us, right?
The warning "for experienced hikers "we have ignored. Not because we are tired of life, but simply because we have assumed that the supposed experience would relate to the endurance. Since we were confident loose three hours, we had no worries. That would be, for in the "path" to a rocky cliff-climbable action, we were only aware than we were already half an hour gone. Then came the warning label that is "down here no more further when wet, since the path can be slippery!", The famous "slippery when wet" just. This award is nice in Australia to say at every single step Sun Something that is difficult to take the case seriously. The sky was just a bit cloudy and it looked as if it might soon be a little drizzle. GOOD thought we hollow pears, then is it not so hot when we rise ... haha.
The farther we went, we were desdo clear that neither our muscles, even our shoes for those walks was provided. After all, Anna had proper hiking shoes ... from Aldi ...
you I can only try to describe what it was like to scramble up there. It was a struggle. It was an adventure. It was also fun to ne a way and in any case, breathtakingly beautiful, already on the road, not just the view at the end! But in between I was thinking real: No. This is not true.
The images must speak for themselves. I mean, there is a high cross-country mountain and NEN's just somewhere random marks on the stones. "Please come up here, the 80 ° slope, as is I could not care less."
re all expectations hats at least not raining, otherwise would be We died because the top safely. We would not have dared to climb down. Or we should have runterschliddern on the ass. The way we have episode even made really! It looks soft on the photos than it actually was, but parts of the road just went over huge, steep cliffs, where there was nothing to hold on to and you had to either blindly trust the profile of your shoes, or you move on all fours. Anders did not. My hands were aufgeschrabbert with blood! My personal favorites so has the play, which went through a crevice. Crevice not climb in the sense of fire, or something, but in terms of a meter wide, perfectly flat rock cliff, in an earthquake, or the like, one column has dragged, which is just wide enough to reinzuquetschen your shoe (be careful that you do not get stuck. pain.).
least two times each of the three of us up there somewhere slipped and almost fell into the abyss. But we had the monster wave survived. As quickly brings us to nix! For your reassurance (I know that some have to do to get your concerns are ...): see on the one image that we were not the only crazies who have ventured as high. Little groups of two or three people, some even alone. Some of them had Gloves: (GEMEIN! The road itself was not particularly long, 1 ½ hours of high, 1 ½ down, but it was just as steep and rocky, and therefore some wars simply just impassable, so we halt doubted. whether in fact once someone other than us this "way" is gone. Were we perhaps relieved to us for the first time someone has come against. Hell yea!
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Arriving at the lookout point we first swallowed: "Shit, we're the top!". And then the clouds have disappeared completely and the sun came out. It was windy, so cold, but no matter a damn. The photos are so wonderful! You would have to see. It was just beautiful.
The descent was then almost worse than the climb! My knees have some time just the service failed. I'm not broken or something together, but the suspension is ... failed. Later, each step has felt as if I were a meat bag and would thrown on the rocks: "Wump" And my spine I've still felt nachschlackern. Health was not safe!
some point we were then down again and we had an urgent need for a hot bath, which we ourselves prohibited. Before the camp we wanted to once again into the sea. So we changed the car park and is intended to Honeymoon Bay down. 2 minutes walk. More we would have done any more. But unfortunately, now the sun was already clear it sink into the sea and thus has been previously cold water really threatening about frosty. So we have moved the first time for a swim and sat around nurnoch, exhausted and hungry and have watched the sun go down with. Well, for a few photos Poser has the power then just passed yet; D Hanna and I were in a relationship always mercilessly!
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