At the Edge of Australia
Hobart is hardly an hour flight from Melbourne. By the time you've ascended, the plane is getting ready to descend. We were welcomed by a sunny blue-skied morning. We were blessed. Jumping in our hire car, we went to grab a coffee before hitting the road out of the city to Two Metre Tall brewery – which was business and pleasure for Josh, I was just there for the delicious beer. Of course, the sun didn't last long. Within moments of driving out of the city, the sky opened, and it bucked down for the remainder of the day and throughout the night. Talk about false hope Hobart!
Thankfully, Josh and I aren't afraid of miserable weather.
The next day we woke to something quite incredible. For the first time in 20 years, it snowed at water level. I slowly opened our hotel blinds to see cars covered in white, and little flecks falling from the sky. Excitement overtook my body, we got dressed, checked out, and went for a walk.
I adore snow! And snow in Australia, well that's truly special! After breakfast, coffee, and a quick stop into Kathmandu to pick up some waterproof outerwear, we were on the road again, but this time, southward-bound. Moving south meant the snow only thickened. Slowly making our way south, we stopped every time we came across a particularly beautiful snowy spot.
We slowly made our way into the Huon Valley – an area of untouched Tasmanian rainforest. Much of the roads were closed, and our little automatic hire car wasn't quite equipped for off-roading, but we came across some spectacular areas of dense snow. It was a dream.
Day two was Josh's 31st birthday. The night before we had one-two-many delicious Tasmanian beers, and a long relaxing spa bath. I woke forgetting the importance of the day. Yes people, I forgot my boyfriends birthday... and I'll probably be hearing about it for years to come. Last year for Josh's 30th I gave him two birthday present options, 1. dinner at Michelin Star restaurant, Attica; or 2. a trip to hike down the south of Tasmania. He chose dinner at Attica. But this year, we somehow managed to find ourselves in Tasmania's south on his birthday.
On this day, we drove to the most south point a car can get to in Australia – Cockle Creek. From there, we walked. We walked through thick mud, through rain and arctic wind. Determined to make it to South Cape Bay, we trudged on. The forest roof guarding us from the winter weather above. That was all well and good, until we found ourselves walking along a boardwalk through an open swap-like area. Beautiful as it was, it became increasingly not fun when the rain got heavier and heavier. We made the decision to go back. Although we had already walked half way, it seemed the best option considering the weather.
Our last day in Tasmania we didn't do much but enjoy a wander around Hobart. We ate at The Standard, a new, very Melbourne (can I say that?), burger place I highly recommend! For other Hobart recommendations, see my Hobart Travel Guide.
I'm interested to know, what part of the world is the furthest south you've ever explored?