Monday, February 10, 2014

Tasmanian Devils

Loooong time no blog! I've definitely gotten into the swing of things here in Manly, which unfortunately includes a lot more work time than it does free time! Still, Ben and I managed to fit in a quick trip to Tasmania this week, a place we'd both been longing to visit. 

Often confused as being a different country, Tasmania (which, in true Australian form, is commonly shortened to Tassie) is in fact part of Australia and is special for several reasons: it's Australia's only island state, the air there is said to be as clean (or cleaner) than Antarctica's and it's the only place in the world where you can see Tasmanian Devils (yep, they're real!) in the wild.

We only had four days but we'd heard so many good things about Tasmania that we were determined to cover as much of the island as we could. After arriving in the capital of Hobart and picking up our campervan, we immediately headed northwest. Western Tasmania is known for being rugged, wild and sparsely inhabited, which it absolutely was. The majority of the time we spent driving in the West there was nothing but trees or wide open spaces as far as the eye could see. The 'towns' we passed through every so often were, and I mean this in the kindest way possible, almost comically small.

We visited two National Parks in Tassie's 'Wild West'. The first was Mt. Field National Park, where we took a nice walk out to iconic Russell Falls.



We also visited Lake Dobson, a glass-like glacial lake. Although 'skiing' and 'Australia' aren't two things that usually go together, people can actually ski around Lake Dobson in the winter, although nothing about the area suggested skiing was possible (apart from a sign that said 'snow plough turning area' and a few verrrry rustic looking cabins.)



As we made our way further northwest we could've probably counted the number of other cars we saw on one hand. It was just us, the road and endless wide-open spaces.




After a heck of a lot of driving we reached Cradle Mountain-Lake St Clair National Park. We did a pretty rigorous four hour hike to Cradle Mountain and were rewarded with stunning views of Dove Lake, the surrounding mountains and absolutely no sign of civilization in sight. Uh-mazing.






From there we drove East to Wineglass Bay, which is not only one of Australia's most renown sights but also considered to be one of the best beaches in the world. Accessible only by foot (about an hours walk from the nearest carpark) Wineglass Bay was beautiful, all-natural and wonderfully unspoilt.





The water was mighty chilly but the Canadian in me/the Brit in Ben couldn't resist going for a swim in the crystal clear water, much to the amusement of the handful of other beach-goers.



Now Ben and I had our hearts set on seeing a Tasmanian Devil in the wild but as our trip came to an end we still hadn't seen one. On our last day, we decided that if we were going to see a devil it would have to be at the Bonorong Wildlife Sanctuary. Although it was a last minute decision, visiting the Sanctuary turned out to be a highlight of the trip. We got to see a ridiculously cute, orphaned baby wombat named Max...



Get up close and personal with some kangaroos...




And see devils! Which, you may be surprised to find out, don't look anything like this:


They're actually pretty adorable little guys and not as vicious as their name (or the cartoon) suggests - except for when they eat, apparently that can get pretty gruesome! Although it's a behavior that they can't help, it's unfortunately what is causing their demise: We learned the reason you don't see many devils in the wild is that 85% of the population has been killed, primarily from a contagious cancer that devils transmit to each other through saliva and blood when they fight over food. The cancer gives the poor little devils horrible facial tumors and has a 100% mortality rate. Fortunately, they are breeding disease-free devils on a small island off of Tasmania to try and save these guys from going extinct forever.

See?! They're cute!



Visiting the Sanctuary was so worth it but unfortunately it meant missing out on spending an afternoon in Hobart. We had a quick look around before we had to return the camper and as far as I could tell it seemed like quaint, pleasant city with lots of colonial architecture. I would really have liked to spend more time there but, as I've realized time and time again while traveling, you just can't do everything.



When thinking of highlights to visit in this country, Tasmania isn't usually what comes to mind. I think that's what makes it so special; the fact that it's so far removed and untouched is exactly what I found remarkable about it. It has so much of nothing yet so much of everything, and its range of natural beauty, from mountain glaciers to white sand beaches, is outstanding. While it's a place I'm almost sure I'll never revisit due to its remote location, I'm incredibly glad we had the chance to explore this unique region.

Tuesday, January 14, 2014

Majorly Manly

After ditching our plan to work on a farm for three months, Ben and I made our way south to earn some money while spending the summer by the beach. We decided to set up camp in Manly, which is just a short ferry ride from downtown Sydney and the gateway to an area known as the 'northern beaches' (basically a group of beach towns north of Sydney). Although it's not far from the city, it feels like another world. No shirts, no shoes, no problem - you'll get service in Manly! From toddlers to seniors, nearly everyone here bikes around barefoot and has a surfboard under their arm. 

Although Melbourne had beaches as well, Manly could not be more different. The northern beaches (and arguably Sydney) cannot begin to compete with Melbourne's eclectic cultural scene; however the amount of natural beauty and nearby outdoorsy activities here are far superior!

The Corso, the main strip in Manly

Beautiful Manly Beach

Looking out to Shelley Beach, my favourite spot in Manly

Love this place, reminds me of Greece...

Bustling Shelley Beach, a popular spot for diving and snorkeling

Water Dragon at Shelley Beach

Love locks

Oh, you might be wondering where Manly got its name. They named it after this elderly gentleman:



Okay, I may have made that up. The real story is this: Captain Arthur Phillip, a British Admiral who founded the settlement that became Sydney, was impressed with the behaviour of the local Aboriginals he encountered when he sailed here, which he described as 'manly.' I imagine the area has changed quite a bit since 1788 but judging by the above photo, the legacy of manly behaviour seems to have carried on!

Wednesday, January 1, 2014

#NYESYD

There are certain cities I've always thought it would be special to spend New Years Eve in, and I can now cross Sydney off that list!

When picturing New Years in Sydney I figured it would be chaotic and crowded but I'll admit, I was naive as to what extent. We got to a park with a great view of the Harbour Bridge just before 1PM, and we were far from the first ones there.




It got increasingly crowded as the day went on (I think they stopped letting people in the park at around 5PM) but it was pretty cool to see the Harbour and Opera House so packed. The sun was shining, music was playing and everyone was in a good mood, laughing with their loved ones - you couldn't have asked for a better atmosphere.


At around 10PM I started to get pretty tired from having been in the recklessly hot sun all day but as midnight grew nearer my excitement jolted me awake. After hours of anticipation the countdown was finally displayed on the Harbour Bridge, immediately followed by Sydney's world-famous fireworks. They seemed to make the first minutes of 2014 stand still for me, because all I could think about was the big, beautiful blazes of colour in the sky and how glad I was to be watching them with Ben.




Walking back amidst the sea of revelers, I couldn't help but feel happy and hopeful for the the new year just begun.


#NYESYD was definitely one to remember. Wishing everyone a happy and healthy 2014!

Monday, December 30, 2013

2013: A Year in Review

As cliche as it is to say, I honestly cannot believe another year has gone by.

2013 was certainly one of my busiest years to date. I spent the first half of the year as a nomad in Asia: visiting tea plantations in Malaysia, snowboarding in Japan, volunteering with elephants in Cambodia, overcoming my fear of riding a motorbike in Vietnam, participating in the world's biggest waterfight in Thailand and meeting some of the friendliest people ever in Myanmar.

Cameron Highlands, Malaysia

Sen Monorom, Cambodia

Yangon, Myanmar

Sapa, Vietnam

Chiang Mai, Thailand

Post-Asia it was time to move to Melbourne, where I met up with this guy who became my boyfriend, tried my hand at being a barista and went on an amazing road trip. From there it was off to tropical Fiji, where I explored its underwater world and hung out in a local village. I was lucky enough to reconnect with family and friends in beautiful British Columbia, as well as meet Ben's family in Shropshire, England for the first time. After that it was back to Australia to try living in a different city (and to earn some money for 2014 travel plans.)

This guy.

Barista-ing, Melbourne

Great Ocean Road, Victoria

Coral Coast, Fiji

Tofino, BC

Ben's house in Shrewsbury, UK

Eleven countries, one boyfriend, countless new experiences... 2013 has certainly been eventful. While this year has made me realize that I couldn't lead this type of nomadic lifestyle forever, it's also reaffirmed my belief that traveling is what I'm supposed to be doing right now. There are certain aspects of a more settled life I'm already looking forward to one day but there are still too many more things in this world I want to see, do, learn, taste and experience first.

I don't yet know what 2014 is going to look like, although I have some ideas (Diving the Great Barrier Reef? Visiting my Cambodian 'family'? Attending a wedding in England? Teaching English in Korea?) so stay tuned!