In search of Tassie devils and other critters...
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Although we were in Tassie for basically 2.5 days, we were able to do quite a bit. Traveling with parents is quite a different affair filled with less exercise, more food. Not necessarily a bad combination in small quantities.
On our first day, we went to the Trowanna Wildlife park where we got to pet a koala, see quolls eating dead kangaroo, feed (live) kangaroos, watch Tassie devils fighting for food, and see a wombat. Not the most "naturalist" experience, but it was a good hit rate for my parents to see Australia's finest marsupials. That afternoon, we went to Cataract Gorge in Launceston and took a relaxing 10-minute chairlift ride over the gorge and nearby park.
The greatest thing about driving around Tasmania is taking whatever detour to visit random things like honey, salmon, dairy or raspberry farms.
The next day, we went to a less visited destination, St. Helen's, a beautiful town on the water. After a delicious meal of fish and chips and smoked quail, we drove to Binalong Bay, a gorgeous stretch of beach. A word about driving on the left side: I fell right back into it--for some survival reason, the body naturally doesn't want to drive into oncoming traffic--but I think my dad had minor panic attacks when he saw oncoming traffic because he would gasp in fright every so often. After Binalong Bay, we drove to windy St. Helen's Point and stopped at Peron sand dunes on the way back.
The day after that was a mother-daughter day as we hit the road, driving west with no specific plans in mind. We stopped at Marakoopa Caves in Mole Creek with impressive stalactites and stalagmites, not to mention underground rivers and a sizable population of glow worms. We then visited Sheffield, the "Town of Murals." Tassie is just a haven for random, charismatic one-street towns that are just absolutely lovely. Sheffield is no exception. We ate in a Scottish-themed Highlander's Cafe and Tea Room and enjoyed the sounds of a bag pipe during our meal and waitresses dressed in Scottish garb. Outside the restaurant was (randomly) situated an alpaca named Pablo and his master dressed in a Scottish golf hat and sunglasses. Gotta love it. On the way back to Launceston, we stopped by a delicious raspberry farm. That night, we went to Stillwater, an incredible restaurant where we dined on venison, wallaby, scotch fillet, flathead, and decadent seafood.
On Thursday, we returned to Sydney for a few more days of Westin. Aahhhhh....
P.S. I realize I am wearing the same shirt on most days. It now smells very strongly of deodorant.