Sunday, April 29, 2012

A Trip of Outfit Changes

Upon completing our 2 week trip around Sydney and Tasmania, I am proud to note that I wore everything that I had packed except for 1 dress (packed as back-up for the wedding) and 2 basic tank tops…did I mention I only packed a carry-on for clothes and we were not only camping, but seeing the city, and attending a wedding. 

However, it wasn’t until I started looking through the photos that I realized I may have accomplished this incredible feat through multiple outfit changes each day.

Below are the stores from the trip, in order/date of posting and a few examples of my outfit changes.
The hike to Wineglass Bay (on the way there and the way back)
 
Our final hike in Tasmania on Friday morning... 
and later that day at lunch with Bianca and Jake in Hobart

The Friendliest People in the World


Our trip was wrapped up with one final hike near Port Arthur, lunch with Bianca in Hobart on Friday and brunch with Kim back in Sydney on Saturday morning before she dropped us off for our flight home.   And with just a few moments of reflection we realized we had stumbled upon pure gold…good people and great friends. We always knew our friends from down under, were sincerely nice people.  We just didn’t realize that most people from that little portion of the world were like that. 

From the rule bending Anthony at the distillery to the helpful resort manager at Cole’s Bay who pointed us in the direction of the best desserts in town, we were constantly being warmly greeted by everyone.  Everyone on the trails were exceptionally friendly, willing to stop and chat it up and even the Park Ranger who tried to dispel my fear of spiders, did so in all smiles.  We were saved money through the helpfulness of the ticket seller at Port Arthur, who told us we could buy the tickets for half the price if we waited 30 minutes and given a free ride by the bus driver in Manly.

Nick and Kim were kind enough to open up their home for two crashers for 4 days.  And everyone we met at the wedding were interested in getting to know new people even while hanging out with old friends.    

Overall, the friendly smiles only helped to make us feel at home and have made me want to go back and visit again soon.  Even Martin, who had never considered visiting Australia before, has been sold on the country and continent.

Port Arthur by Day and Night

Once again with little to no plans (this was very unlike us) we made our way down the Southeast Peninsula to Port Arthur for a day of sight-seeing and historical enrichment.   We dropped our bags at the nearby deluxe campsite (with full indoor kitchens with room for at least 7 families), grabbed food for dinner later and headed to Port Arthur’s Historic Site, the hub of Tasmania’s and Australia’s convict history. 

We purchased a day ticket to explore the grounds on our own and booked 2 spots on the ghost tour for later that night.  We were in turn, handed two cards from a 52 deck that would match us up to convicts that had lived (and served time) there over 150 years ago.  Upon entering the main interactive exhibit, I learned that my convict (John Langworth, the Ace of Diamonds) was arrested for stealing two saddles, was sent to Port Arthur for being a violent and uncontrollable man and was sentenced to life during which he acted as an overseer of the other convicts.  Martin’s convict on the other hand (the Queen of Spades) had stolen some sheets, was sentenced to life and worked as a carpenter on the grounds…how fitting, Martin the carpenter and me in management – what are the odds!

We spent the next 2 hours touring the grounds, learning about life as a convict in the mid to late 1800’s and gasping at the true horror of it all including the “silent” or “separate” prison where convicts were forced into separation and complete silence for up to 10 years…One gentleman ended up there for 7 years for stealing a (as in 1) silver spoon. 

Inside the silent prison 

In sharp contrast to its history, the grounds were beautiful, and had it not been for the tragic and somber past, it would have been the perfect place for a holiday. 

 The main building
  
Later that evening, we enjoyed a ghost tour of the grounds, hearing about the original person and all of the “encounters” that have followed since at each of the haunted locations. We heard about the various murders that occurred in the now empty church, the ghost of the angry parson, the children of the hospital, the roaming lady in blue and the surgeon’s basement.  While we didn’t see any ghosts, the stories of the encounters were entertaining and the 4 candle lanterns that provided our only source of light throughout the tour helped to increase some heart rates while hearing the stories. 

The Church by Night

Whiskey Tasting

With no real plans for Wednesday, we once again consulted our then trusty guide, where we quickly learned 2 things:  1) in addition to their growing wine, cheese and seafood reputation, Tasmania also makes great whiskey and 2) there was a distillery somewhat on our way that offered tours daily from 9-5pm.
We had our destination!

Located in the town of Bothwell, Nant distillery is a producer of one of Australia’s finest whiskeys.  Originally a flour mill built in 1823, the land and sandstone buildings lay unused for years until it was purchased and turned into a distillery.  We were excited to check it out, but first we had to get there…and in time.  After a full day of touring we made it to Bothwell around 4:30, allowing us only 30 minutes before closing.  We turned off the main road following the clearly marked signs noting Nant Distillery 1 km.  And making good time, we began to relax… that is until we turned a corner directly into a flock of sheep that appeared to be crossing the narrow road.  Unfortunately for us, the “flock” was over 1,500 sheep and instead of crossing the road, two pick-up trucks were corralling them down the fenced in dirt road in the direction we needed to go.  And just like that our 30 minutes of spare time turned into 10. 

Sheep herding
At one point, the 2 trucks stopped to herd up some stragglers so Martin and I continued along ahead, through the middle of the flock, using our horn to hurry up the process (these sheep were well trained – with the quick beep of the horn all those within earshot would begin trotting a little bit faster).  After finally passing the majority of the group we made it to the entrance of the distillery car park…only to find the gates closed.  We had herded 1,500 sheep 1km to find the tasting room closed.  
 Only a small portion of the group

With nothing left to do but laugh and let the sheep pass, Martin causally asked one of the truck-herders about the distillery to which we learned that we had passed one of the managers just a few meters back and he might be able to help.

We quickly drove back, Martin hopped out of the car and with a few magic words, we were back on track! The distillery tasting room in fact closes at 4pm (our book was wrong) but upon hearing our accents, the manager Anthony, who was in fact the head distiller, decided to let us in a for a tasting and quick tour.  He promised us 10 minutes, we got over 30 and they were wonderful.

As we enjoyed our first taste of the smooth and flavorful liquid gold, we were treated to a private tour of the grounds including watching the old mill still operate under the force of moving water.   The wood cogs were all original, along with the original sandstone mill building, however the modern tasting room was a complimentary new addition.  

 
The old mill
  
 
 And new tasting room

We ended the tour with another taste, a purchase of a bottle (which we will enjoy once we get home) and an experience of a life-time. 

So happy.
 
On a side note: we were informed by Anthony that as a way to finance the business, casks of the whiskey were pre-sold to investors at the very beginning.  These casks could either be kept for personal consumption (although 170 bottles for personal use seems a bit excessive) or sold back to the company for a nice return.  Similar to the wine industry, it takes about 3 years to break even and I thought this was a unique way to finance the start.  Casks go for about $5,000 so once we are done with construction, I know where my next investment will be!

A Day of Touring

Wednesday we did it all, and then some.

We woke up early, packed up the tent and made our way back to Freycinet National Park to check out the Cape Tourville Lighthouse and enjoy our breakfast of hot-crossed buns and coffee with the best view available. 
 Looking back at Wineglass Bay

 A man at peace

We then began the drive towards Bothwell in the Central Highlands.  In an effort to break up the drive and enjoy the day, we stopped off at Lake Leake at the suggestion of the Lonely Planet, only to find ourselves down a dirt road to a lake with no charm.  Just look how happy Martin was.


We gave the Lonely Planet another chance and found ourselves on another dirt road (10 km to be exact) in search of the Meetus Waterfall.  It took us 25 minutes into the drive to realize that it was the end of summer and the falls would most likely be dry.  Thankfully we weren’t completely disappointed, so we stopped and ate our lunch.

Not quite impressive, but at least there was water
 
We took a detour to Ross, the tidiest town in Tasmania (a name given to itself - I couldn’t pretend to make that up) where we spent some time strolling around the main street and checking out its famous stone bridge which was designed by two stonemason convicts who were exonerated after its completion.  We also found the town’s “Four Corners” where one could turn to Temptation (the hotel), Salvation (the Church) Recreation (the Town Hall) or Damnation (the town jail). 

The famous stone bridge
 
We wrapped up the day of touring in Hamilton or “the Charleston of Tasmania” as they call it where we capped off the evening with a pub-style dinner in the overly kitschy hotel.  

But first, we had to taste some whiskey.
 
 Our hotel for the night

Bushwalking in Tassie

Instead of the “normal” Australian experience of sight-seeing in Sydney and scuba-diving in the Great Barrier Reef, Martin and I opted for the more unique experience, a trip to Tassie and more specifically, a day of bushwalking in Freycinet National Part.  The walk, 11km in all, would take us to Wineglass Bay Look Out, down to Wineglass Beach, and if we desired, through the bush to Hazards Beach, around the point and back to the car park.  

A little nervous about walking in the bush after our Manly walk, I asked the park ranger about how “wild” the path was (e.g. would I spend the entire time on the lookout for spiders).  To which she responded “Spiders?  Huh, no, spiders are the least of your concern.  I figured you’d be worried about something else.” 
What that something else was I am not completely sure, she didn’t elaborate much past snakes and an unidentified rustling in the bushes. 

In the end the hike was exhausting, but definitely worth it.  And the only unwanted wildlife met along the way were the pesky flies that followed me the last 4 km of the walk (so, yes, maybe I hadn’t showered that morning and I may or may not have looked like Pig Pen from Peanuts, but it was very annoying and deep down I was wishing for a spider web or two to take care of them in)

But enough yammering: check out these photos!
 The view from Wineglass Bay Lookout

 Such the happy couple

 Wineglass Bay Beach

 A local wallabe

 Hazards Beach

Martin´s new hair style