Tasmanian beauty

We left the main land and headed south to cooler temperatures. Tasmania was calling. We reached the Tasmanian Peninsula via Richmond and encountered a jaw dropping scenery with wild seas, tough winds and eroded rock formations. Bays and beaches awaited around every corner as well as cattle and wildlife. Luckily, we came just before high season and the tourist streams, which left us to experience the beautiful landscapes of this state almost by ourselves.

The old bridge in Richmond from 1825.

The harsh but beautiful coast of Tasman Peninsula.

The Remarkable Rock formations, leading the ocean water into what used to be a cave.

Yet too cold for a swim!

Our first night we visited one of Tasmania’s most famous attractions: the Ghost tour of Port Arthur’s Historical Site, a former convict settlement. It was a night tour so the scary feeling was set from start. Viktor was in charge of the lantern in front and led the way. The stories told came from previous visitors or staff members and people who independently had seen the same or similar things. We however, didn’t see any ghosts. Or did we?

The church which held several ghost stories.

Walking through the church in daylight.

Ruins of the building where the prisoners were kept in cells.

Same building the day after.

View from what used to be the hospital.

On our way up the east coast towards Coles Bay we stopped over to see the famous Tasmanian Devil. A small fella but tough as a wolverine with a horrible sound and strong jaws. Naturally, being in Australia, we also took part in the daily feeding of some hungry kangaroos & wallabies.

The Tasmanian Devil.


Kangaroos. Three of them if you look close enough.

Feeding time!

The following morning, the alarm went off at 4.00 am. Gear on. Lock the door. Start the car. Our ambition was to reach the Wineglass bay lookout just in time for sunrise. Except from the millions of stars from above, it was absolute black when we left our cottage. Yet when reaching the car park the sky had already started to turn dark blue. The hike that awaited us was done in a high tempo without stopping and half an hour, and really sweaty, we were welcomed by one of the most breathtaking view we had ever seen. And we had it all by ourselves. We sat down, had some light breakfast, watched the orange sky become purple, listened to the birds morning song and were grateful to experience a natural wonder like this.

Sunrise at Wineglass bay.

Leg stretching along the east coast.

Viktor at the beach.

After a long drive across the state (including a flat tire that some kind Australians helped us change!), we finally reached our next destination: Cradle Mountain. One of the absolute top places to visit in Tasmania! It’s basically a national park in the middle of nowhere. The roads here are narrow and squiggly but once there it is well worth the trip. We decided to go for Marion’s lookout, 4 hours return. And indeed what a lookout! Apparently, the Cradle Mountain itself only shows itself 40-50 days a year – a lucky day for us!

Minna knows where to go!

View over Dove Lake.

Minna and Cradle Mountain in the background.

Continuing the drive west, we found ourself even deeper into the wilderness. Corinna, the only preserve town from the gold rush days. The single roads leading here are dirt roads and a tiny ferry that takes two vehicles and only operates on demand. No phone reception, definitively no wi-fi. A river boat ride took us to the west coast and the remote Pieman Heads. When the waves reach the shores on this coastal line, they have been going continuously since South America. No wonder why they felt so wild.

Pieman heads.

Pieman Heads.

Making our way south again, we passed the well-known Russel Falls before driving the last hour back to Hobart, the largest city of Tasmania. The time in here is best spent on one of their many restaurant & cafés, offering some great food-experiences. Our choice for dinner landed on Frank’s, located right at the harbour front, and Small-fry Hobart for breakfast the day after. Both delicious! Eventually, we wrapped up the Tassie week by visiting MONA – Museum of Old and New Art. Definitely a must-visit when in Hobart and probably one fo the most interesting museums we have ever been to. Over and out!

A quick stop at Russel Falls.


MONA. Is it just a line? A mirror? Shiny floor? Or is it actually oil?

Awesome coffee at Small-fry Hobart.

Salmon with avocado – can it get any better?