Had someone told us beforehand that the end of the world would be wet and cold, perhaps we wouldn’t have gone. But so glad we did. Tasmania is beautiful, rugged, unspoilt, and so diverse in its landscapes, like I’ve only seen before in Patagonia. Four seasons in one day is what you can expect.
We hired a fancy car, extremely fit for its purpose: to drive to the southernmost cape of Australia through dirt tracks. Before you think we’re even crazier than we actually are: it was the last car available. (for those interested: google Nissan Maxima)
Once we arrived in Cockle Creek, Tasmania, we put up our tents. Since we were driving through torrential downpours on the way there, we decided to dig trenches around the tents, much to the amusement of the other residents on the camp site (who all had caravans or camper vans and 2 weeks of clear blue sky to look back on).
How lucky were we that we did this (if only to be able to drain the excess pasta boiling water without having to leave the tent)… and for one particularly bad “shower”, as the weather app wrongfully called it.
Undeterred of the weather, we decided to hike to the South Cape Bay, a good 5 hour walk return. Beautiful!
And because one hike a day isn’t enough (dixit Dagmar), after a good lunch we went to Fishers Point, where the whale hunters used to operate. Maybe that’s why we didn’t see any.
And then, on day 3, after a night of tent squashing gales, this view:
We survived! :-)
