Neither of us really knew what to expect of Tasmania. Both of us left humbled and inspired. This tiny little state, forgotten and overlooked by mainlanders, offers all who visit an unforgettable experience. Sure, it’s devoid of bright lights and late nights (Hobart aside) but that’s not what this place is about. Tasmania is about embracing the great outdoors. It’s about camping and tramping, fishing and fires. It’s about diverse landscapes and the weird and wonderful wildlife. It’s about forgetting the outside world and revisiting our roots.
True to their word, no sooner had we pitched up in Hobart than we were swept up by the wonderful Troy and Toni and packed off to their Lindisfarne home. During our brief night together besides a fire at Top Camp, two weeks earlier, we clicked, both Marit and I felt like we’d known them for years. And the feeling only intensified during our three night stay, during which we were made to feel like royalty – Troy, Toni, our door is always open, where ever we might be.
Kangaroo on the bbq greeted us after our first hot shower in a week. Our dirty stained clothes got the wash of their life and were hung outside to dry. Cooked breakfasts, a double bed with pillows, internet access and music were just a few of the home comforts thrust in front of us. A great night out in town with their friends suppin local beer and wine culminated with a fantastic Thai feed – oh how good it was to chow down on food we hadn’t had to cook!
It’s an often used adage that “time flies” and so it proved as we wiled away our final few hours in the state capital. For a second time we absorbed the atmosphere of the Salamanca market, strolled along the wharf eating fresh fish and chips, and ended the day in style with a visit to the brilliant Lark Distillery, Tasmania’s award-winning whisky distillery. Unlike Hellyer, this place entices the visitor to sample whiskies from around the world in homely surroundings; the bar brimming with hundreds of bottles, not to mention over a dozen of its own offerings.
Time for us to go Tasmania, thanks a bundle for everything, it has been emotional!
Neither of us really knew what to expect of Tasmania. Both of us left humbled and inspired. This tiny little state, forgotten and overlooked by mainlanders, offers all who visit an unforgettable experience. Sure, it’s devoid of bright lights and late nights (Hobart aside) but that’s not what this place is about. Tasmania is about embracing the great outdoors. It’s about camping and tramping, fishing and fires. It’s about diverse landscapes and the weird and wonderful wildlife. It’s about forgetting the outside world and revisiting our roots. 
True to their word, no sooner had we pitched up in Hobart than we were swept up by the wonderful Troy and Toni and packed off to their Lindisfarne home. During our brief night together besides a fire at Top Camp, two weeks earlier, we clicked, both Marit and I felt like we’d known them for years. And the feeling only intensified during our three night stay, during which we were made to feel like royalty – Troy, Toni, our door is always open, where ever we might be.
Kangaroo on the bbq greeted us after our first hot shower in a week. Our dirty stained clothes got the wash of their life and were hung outside to dry. Cooked breakfasts, a double bed with pillows, internet access and music were just a few of the home comforts thrust in front of us. A great night out in town with their friends suppin local beer and wine culminated with a fantastic Thai feed – oh how good it was to chow down on food we hadn’t had to cook!
It’s an often used adage that “time flies” and so it proved as we wiled away our final few hours in the state capital. For a second time we absorbed the atmosphere of the Salamanca market, strolled along the wharf eating fresh fish and chips, and ended the day in style with a visit to the brilliant Lark Distillery, Tasmania’s award-winning whisky distillery. Unlike Hellyer, this place entices the visitor to sample whiskies from around the world in homely surroundings; the bar brimming with hundreds of bottles, not to mention over a dozen of its own offerings.
Time for us to go Tasmania, thanks a bundle for everything, it has been emotional! 
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