Tazzy

After Melbourne it was time to cross the Bass Strait and make our way to Tasmania. It began pretty good and we were excited brainstorming our list of must-sees and must-dos in Tassy, one being to see a Platypus when low and behold a man walked in with a taxidermied Platypus an put it right on the table infront of me. How did he know I'd always wanted to see one?!? After a few games of card and the opening credits of a movie the notion of possible sea sickness occured to us. It didn't seem like much until we hit the middle of the strait and everyone couldn't put one foot infront of the other. I was confused about who were the early morning drunks. It was definitely a long 10 hour trip across and I had never been happier to see land when we had finally arrived. Our first stop in Tasmania was the Bay of Fires but first we made our way through Launceston, a small town on the water with a lot of character. It had tons of German influence and the suburbs were built on the hills with snnke like roads winding through. In the middle of the town was a huge gorge full of mission impossble wannabes climbing up the slopes. The bay of fires was exactly how I had imagined with pristine white sands, clear waters and orange lichen covered rocks. It was definitely the most picturesque spot we had discovereed so far and I quickly grew jealous of all the people who lived along the bay. We had heard of wineglass bay, one of the top ten beaches in the world and had to sneak a peak. They called it wineglass bay becausue they used to bring the whales into the bay to be slaughtered and the waters would turn red like wine. They didn't really tell us about that on the cover of the brochure. I think it might have something to do with tainting the image of their perfect beach, or soemthing like that. After exploring the tasmanian landscape for a few days we were do for a history lesson and so began our drive to the historic town of Port Arthur.........