The west of Tasmania was the mosts scenic for us - Queenstown, Strahan, Cradle Mountains and Arthur River.
The walk around Dove lake at Cradle Mountain was definitely one of the highlights of our Tasmania trip. The pristine waters, crystal clear reflections, massive ancient trees and a sense of peace and calm that surrounds the entire area.
At the very western tip of Tasmania is the aptly named Edge of the World beach. The Arthur river is a wild river - no boats can traverse the outlet at any time, and judging by the size of the dead trees that have been washed downstream, one can easily form a picture of the 30ft waves pounding the coastline. The cruise up the river was insightful: two breeding pairs of sea eagles, a trio of wedge tail eagles, ancient tree ferns that grow about 1 cm a year, paddy melon wallabies, spotted quoll, rainforest and waterfalls all in one trip.
At Stanley we decided to eat out at the local seafood restaurant. Fresh crayfish was on the menu (and I sooo should have ordered that!), but I decided to have baby abalone as an entree. Biggest disappointment of the entire trip! Some of the little abalone were the size of the nail of my little finger! And tasteless. Argh jissie tog!!!
We met up with Jack Hamman, a fellow South African, and his Australian wife and camped with them at Penguin. Walking along the beach in the afternoon Leah and I saw a reddish sludge drifting in the water and thought it rather unusual. It looked a lot like red tide in South Africa, but not quite as granular. Well were we in for a treat the night: the waves were awash with the bioluminescent algae! It was truly awesome; we had never seen anything like to before, and what a beautiful send off from Tasmania. We sailed back to the mainland the next Tuesday feeling very happy with all we had seen and experienced in the little island 'down under'!!