On the way back from our cottage (see yesterday’s post, Bruny Island, people!) we took the scenic route via Huon Valley. Nature treated us to some silly beautiful views, like seriously, it was silly. We crossed a river with a surface as still as a mirror, met a lovely sailor, Angela got weird next to some cottages, had hot chocolate and went through allt the op shops of Huonville (which tbh could be the best named town in the history of cutely named towns) and then ended by heading up to the top of Mount Wellington. We were greeted with insane winds, epic cold and the first snow I’ve ever seen in Australia! But geez, that wind, eh? It kind of felt like the coldest days in Stockholm in mid January (imagine waiting outside for a train at 7am, it’s pitch black, -12 degrees, windy like hell and a vague slushy snow that just keeps pounding your face). Well it was just like that except slushy snow. We went down again, cause you know, cheese to be had and wine to be drunk.
In June I headed to Tasmania for a week. Be prepared to be peppered with photos, cause boy I have plenty. The trip was all planned around Dark Mofo, but I headed there early with Angela, because, well, why the hell not? And I’m so happy I did. We spent a few days of insane cheese-eating, walking, exploring and road tripping. We’ve been the closest of friends for years, but never really travelled together. Turns out we like travelling together as much as we like hanging out. Which is a lot. I think this is the first of many trips to come!
Anyway, first out, day one of Hobart. Arrival, breakfast, city walks, cheese and karaoke. As you do.