We woke up to another gray day in Tassie, but who cares about gray days when you are at a bed and breakfast? I had savory French toast, mainly because it sounded interesting, but it was DELICIOUS!! Take note - here's how it's made. They blend the eggs and milk together with the herbs and then soak the bread (tiny slices of something like french bread) for 20-30 minutes. The herbs go right up into the bread because they've been blended with the eggs and milk. Fry 'em up and serve with chutney - SO FREAKIN' YUMMY! I can't wait to try and make this myself.
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| Todd at the Cole Bay Lookout |
After breakfast, we headed on down the road to
Freycinet National Park. Based on the friendly park ranger's advice about the oncoming storm, we headed right to the
Wineglass Bay Lookout track. This trail heads (almost) straight up to the saddle between two of the four mountains in this park. From this lookout, you can see Wineglass Bay...which on a sunny day has beautiful blue water and a nice white beach. On a gray day, it all looks a bit gray, but it was nice to look at regardless.
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| Stairs up to Wineglass Bay Lookout |
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| Wineglass Bay |
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| The boulders here eat people. |
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| And you have to hold them up yourself. |
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| I don't know what plant this is, but it intrigues me. |
After heading back down the track to the carpark, we drove over to the very flat and very easy 10 minute walk around the lighthouse at Cape Tourville. The views from here are sweeping, and you get a glimpse of Wineglass Bay way in the background.
From Freycinet National Park, we drove back through Coles Bay and stopped for a quick peek at
Moulting Lagoon. Apparently a gazillion different types of birds and a lot of each type come here to breed or as a stop in their migration journey. We only saw black swans which we learned from our visit to Taupo in NZ are mean and nasty, so we just took a few pictures and continued on.
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| Funny Todd. |
We stopped at one of the many wineries we had passed the day before in our rush to make it to the B&B on time. We picked the
Milton wine cellar, because the B&B had served their Riesling at dinner the night before. It was the perfect choice, because they had a delicious sparking pinot named Laura. Karma.
Having spent 10 months in New Zealand, we have realized that we have learned a lot about sheep simply by observation. Using this recently acquired expertise, we have determined that Tasmanian sheep are
camouflage, headless, zombie, bad sheep. First, in New Zealand, when you see sheep, they are in a green pasture. Clearly they have done so well at eating and pooping in this pasture that it is a lovely shade of green, and since they are (relatively) white, it's easy to spot them. Here in Tasmania, they all seem to be in brown wheat fields which means a) they blend in and kind of look like tussocks and bushes from far away so it's a bit scary when they start moving, and b) they look headless when they are eating because wheat is tall and you can't see their heads. Second, because they seem headless and blend in, Todd thinks they are dumber than NZ sheep and act like zombies. I concur. Finally, because these fields are still brown and the wheat/grass is still long, these sheep do their job badly. But we disgress...
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| Bad, headless, camouflage, zombie Tasmanian sheep |
We stopped for lunch at
Kate's Berry Farm, recommended by both Lonely Planet and our B&B owners. Hot scones and homemade jam and tea...perfection. We arrived in Hobart and spent the few hours before everything closed (5:30pm) wandering around the central business district and the docks...where one of the
Sea Shepherd boats (star of
Whale Wars which I love watching...how can you go wrong with a bunch sea-faring militant vegans launching all-natural stink bombs at Japanese whaling vessels?) was docked after its most recent mission to the Antarctic seas.
After an early dinner, we spent the evening abusing the $5 for unlimited wireless that our hotel, The Lodge on Elizabeth, offers blogging and catching up on emails. Tomorrow, we plan on spending the morning checking out some of Hobart's historical neighborhoods, and then we fly to Melbourne in the early afternoon for race weekend! See you the next time we have internet!
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