Bruny Island, Tasmania

A few weekends back Matt and I went to Bruny Island with one of our couch surfing hosts. Bruny Island is about an hour and a half drive and then ferry ride from Hobart. It was so beautiful and peaceful there! Upon arriving to the designated camping grounds, we found it to be overcrowded and there was an unexpected camping fee (which had just been instated). Contemplating sleeping in the open air on the beach, we decided to drive around a bit and see if we could find a better spot. What we ended up finding was off the beaten path, and a secluded, fee-free camping spot next to some gorgeous cliffs overlooking the ocean. There was a comfortable amount of room to set up our tents and campsite, trees to our backs, and a rock shelf leading down to the ocean. The rocks in front of our campsite were stepped in some places, so they made perfect spots for sitting, like natural chairs built into the cliffs.

From Bruny Island

Not long after setting up camp, a lone dolphin swam by in the ocean, almost welcoming us. We set up a fire and admired the thousands of visible stars in the sky, catching a glimpse of falling stars from time to time. At first glance, the milky way sat like a cloud in the sky, but upon further investigation you could distinguish its subtle nuances. Each morning we were woken by fishing boats pulling up lobsters hidden under the waves. It was too cold to swim, but we spent our days walking along the beaches, and our nights beneath the brilliant night sky. I would find myself sitting on the rocks at the end of our camp site, mesmerized by the rhythmic movement of the waves as they ebbed and flowed. The waves would sometimes reveal the sea weed close to the cliffs, giving the illusion of an animal moving about in the water. It was so peaceful and beautiful, I could spend hours in admiration and awe (and I think I did, it was easy to lose track of time). It was a great time to reflect and relax, and spend some time in silent appreciation.

From Bruny Island

At one point, we were all sitting around the camp fire and we noticed some strange behavior of the ants. We had our fire going and a giant ant (probably three times the size of a normal ant) threw a regularly sized ant off a big rock down close to our camp fire. It then proceeded to repeat this action, with different small ants, several more times. I guess the giant ants are highly territorial, which I learned later when I got bitten by one on a different occasion. As a side note, the ant bite was like a huge welt on my leg, it was slightly ridiculous. Anyways, we were entertained by the whole ant show, it was good times.

Tasmania

Life is so good! I am living the life of my dreams. I get up when I want to, do whatever I feel like doing each day, and every day is a new adventure waiting to happen. Some days I plan things, but the best bits are the unexpected treasures I find along the journey. I haven't written in a while because I've been doing so much lately. Sometimes I feel like it's unreal how lucky I am, just so incredibly blessed! Matt and I have been in Tasmania for weeks now and just going with the flow of life. We have so much freedom, I figured we'd get bored with so much free time, but somehow we've managed to fill the days with exciting new things and people. Part of our decision to come here was because the pricing for accommodations doubled over the holidays in Sydney, as well as most major cities in Australia. The capital city of Tasmania, Hobart, was an exception. Therefore, we booked some plane tickets, and here we are. The first week or so we stayed in a hostel and then the following weeks with hosts couch surfing (via the website aforementioned). Most of our time here has been spent in Hobart.

We've met so many awesome people, locals and fellow travelers alike. I've had the best time! One of our hosts and her boyfriend are so much fun, I laugh heaps when I'm hanging out with them. I feel like I could be in Antarctica with them, with nothing to do, and still have an amazing time hanging out with them. Which, speaking of Antarctica, one of our other hosts is currently traveling there for work (how cool is that?) for two months. Much of our experience has been enhanced by the people we've met and the friendships we've made. Makes me a little sad to leave next week.

Hobart is a great town. It's a small town that has a surprising amount of things to do (if you look close enough). It's super hilly here, reminiscent of San Francisco style hills, so some serious hill-age. The weather can be down right crap, especially for it being the summertime and all, I guess no one told mother nature that. It was freezing the first few weeks we were here, it felt like winter in Atlanta. It rains off and on and at completely unexpected intervals. So, it can be sunny one minute and pouring the next or vice versa. I remember one person telling me that the weather here will be shit no matter what, that we shouldn't wait for it to be perfect, we should just do what we want to do regardless, and deal with it. I thought the observation was rather enlightened and so analogous to life.

The hills and weather have definitely made me less than excited about pursuing running as a form of exercise (or pursuing anything that involves getting up from the couch and away from the warmth of blankets) while we've been here, but surprisingly we've been able to stay active. We hiked Mount Wellington (one of the highest mountains in Tasmania) despite the weather. It was raining off and on, and started to come down quite a bit near the top. By the time we did get to the top, the cloud cover was so thick that you couldn't see the view down of town. It was quite surreal, though, walking amongst the clouds on top of the mountain.

From Tasmania

One day we did some indoor rock climbing, which eliminated the dependency on the weather. It was my first time rock climbing, and I had a great time. My first time on the climbing wall was a bit of a scary experience, though. When I got to the top and looked down, the height was rather frightening. From the ground, it looked like nothing, but once I got up there, it was a totally different story (in more ways than one). It surprised me, because I've been sky diving before and haven't ever had a problem with heights. Thankfully, after a few climbs on the wall (and “successfully” falling a few times), I felt ok and the fear dissipated. I really began to enjoy the experience.

From Tasmania

The weather held up to go snorkeling one day. I borrowed a wet suit from one of my hosts (thank goodness for that, because it was freezing in the water) and one of my new Aussie friends agreed to take me out. We went to a town just outside of Hobart and went swimming close to some rocks and seaweed (I realize how incredibly descriptive that is, but I'm not knowledgeable enough in marine terms to better describe it). The water was cold, but I got used to it rather quickly in the wet suit. We saw a bunch of fish, including a puffer fish, star fish, and crabs. It was so peaceful just floating on the water and moving with the waves. I could hear the clicks of the ocean and I felt in awe of the immense amount of life and activity that lies just below the waves, unbeknownst to me in my daily life. When we got out of the water we had cheese, from a local cheese factory, and crackers and then we lay out on the beach in the sun's warming rays. It was a perfect Tassie (Tasmanian) day.

It seems like we haven't had trouble finding things to do in Hobart. We went kayaking one day just outside the city. Another day we visited a snake shaped skate park. We watched as others played, and then just laid in the grass of the park, watching the clouds go by (until they became rain clouds that rained on us and forced us to move along). On yet another day we went to the Taste festival. Taste is a festival in Hobart where a bunch of restaurants and wine and beer companies come together and put on a big music and food event down by the harbor. The food and drinks you have to pay for, but we partook in listening to the free music and hanging out. On New Year's we were down by the Taste festival and then went to a free spirits (or liquor) tasting at a local brewery (separate from the festival). That night we went to a house party that included an epic dance off (I'm exaggerating here, but I had tons of fun dancing until the wee hours of the morning). Practically every night there is something going on or something to do. There's always a drink special somewhere every night of the week and fun people to hang out with. I've probably had more to drink in the past few weeks than the entire past year, it will be nice to give my liver a rest once we head out of town. But, all in all, we've been having a grand old time!