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A Week in Tasmania


Distance covered: 381.3 km. The gaps are where I forgot to switch my GPS tracker back on in time.Distance covered: 381.3 km. The gaps are where I forgot to switch my GPS tracker back on in time.

Heading out of Springfield, I spot an interesting phenomenon: a sizeable fountain in the middle of the farmland, miles away from the town, with no one to see it but a few black swans. Huh?

Mysterious fountain.Mysterious fountain.

Not too far away there’s the Lilydale Falls. Gotta see as much of those falls as I can now! Good thing that I didn’t get to this place for a camp last night: it’s jam-packed with vehicles. A walk to the falls is quite nice though, and at this hour of the day (7:40 a.m.) completely empty.

Lilydale Falls.Lilydale Falls.

After that, it’s time to get my last fix of Tassie ferns and moss, which happens at the Notley Gorge just outside Launceston.

Impressive tree ferns.Impressive tree ferns.

Lots of moss, all right.Lots of moss, all right.

The guardian of the place.The guardian of the place.

Another quiet and even more scenic walk to a fern-covered gorge with a tiny brook streaming through mossy rocks. Pademelons and wallabies are seen and heard often, which tells me it’s not a very popular tourist spot either, although it’s barely a half-hour drive from town.

The forest in the morning.The forest in the morning.

Some really interesting trees!Some really interesting trees!

Liffey Falls is not too far away from there, but then again, nothing is too far away from each other in Tasmania. Considerably more people around. Slightly less water in the creek, on the other hand, but hey, it’s still summer.

Cool layered rocks at the bed of the creek.Cool layered rocks at the bed of the creek.

Liffey Falls.Liffey Falls.

More mushrooms!More mushrooms!

More fancy leaves!More fancy leaves!

Did I say I love ferns?Did I say I love ferns?

This concludes my Tasmanian waterfalls run, but not the rest of the sightseeing: there’s still a few places to visit before my ferry departs. Such as the Great Lake, for example. Not much of a lookout platform there, but it must be popular nonetheless, because a coffee-selling truck is parked nearby, and a gaggle of teenagers is already purchasing. The lake looks impressive and indeed quite big, with a very intricately shaped coastline.

On my way to the Great Lake.On my way to the Great Lake.

The Great Lake itself.The Great Lake itself.

On my way to the Mole Creek National Park I see a sign pointing to a place called Alum Cliffs, not marked on my map. Should I have a look? Sure, why not. The gamble pays off, and the cliffs are truly remarkable, reminding me a bit of the Leven Canyon earlier.

Alum Cliffs.Alum Cliffs.

Unfortunately, this delays me on my way to the caves. There are two of them in the Mole Creek park, and it’s quite close to 3 p.m. now, so I pick the King Solomon cave over Marakoopa. This gamble does not pay off: the chosen cave is smaller and does not have glow worms, and I won’t be able to reach Marakoopa in time for another tour, because the last one starts at 3. Oh well. Let’s see what this one has to offer, at least.

King Solomon Cave.King Solomon Cave.

Glittery rocks.Glittery rocks.

Peculiar growth.Peculiar growth.

H.R. Giger, anyone?H.R. Giger, anyone?

The water’s work is slow but steady.The water’s work is slow but steady.

It’s almost 5 when I stop at the Devils Gullet lookout. No idea what this one’s about either, but there’s only one way to find out.

The alpine plateau.The alpine plateau.

Vegetation is sparse.Vegetation is sparse.

An easy 20 minute walk takes me through a barren-looking alpine plateau to one of the most breathtaking lookouts I’ve seen in Tasmania. A canyon-like gorge is enormous, and the jagged spiky rocks, towering above it, look truly devilish. One can almost see a couple of hobbits climbing those rocks desperately in order to get rid of their Ring of Power.

What? Of course, I know that hobbits can’t possibly be here. You have to go to New Zealand for that.

Devils Gullet, looking right.Devils Gullet, looking right.

Looking left.Looking left.

As I sip my tea, enjoying the view and complete lack of people around, Mother Nature treats me with a sight of a lovely rainbow not too far from where I stand. Good thing I left the lookout in time, then: looks like a bit of rain is coming my way from over there.

A Tassie rainbow.A Tassie rainbow.

The rest of the road back to Devonport is uneventful yet scenic. A few more lookouts, and a few more twists and turns of those ever-winding Tasmanian roads. Definitely not going to miss those.

Mount Round lookout.Mount Round lookout.

Same, a few steps away.Same, a few steps away.

Mount Roland.Mount Roland.

Boarding the ferry doesn’t take as much time as in Melbourne, but I do have to wait in line for an hour and a half instead. I spot another coffee-selling van nearby: apparently, it’s a booming Tasmanian business, and I can’t help but wonder how big is the port’s cut in this.

Back on the ferry, the experience is exactly the same, and even though Devonport at night is not quite as impressive as Melbourne, it looks nice nonetheless as it slowly passes by both sides of the deck.

Time to go home now.

Bye-bye, Devonport.Bye-bye, Devonport.

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