On we go then.
I eventually got myself to Tasmania, after a forgettable flight transfer experience at Melbourne (It wasn't just me !, it has the reputation !!)
Picked up a lovely hire car at Launceston. Much better value than my NZ hire.
A couple hours drive south and I was in Brighton , roughly 16 miles North of Hobart.
Brighton is the home of my cousin Ella (Isabella) who I last saw in Redcliffe, Brisbane on my
Ella spends much of her time babysitting her grandson and granddaughter, a couple of lively and endearing youngsters . They live a short drive out to the west.
Over the next two weekends Ella's daughter and son in law organised absolutely brilliant outings for us all to make my trip to Tasmania so memorable.
In between I took a road trip around parts of the island.
My preconceived ideas of Tasmania were completely off the mark.
This was a wonderful experience, thanks in no small part to the welcome and trip planning of my Tasmanian kinfolk.
The memories are etched.
Thank you so much guys.
Brighton and Hobart
Trip to Port Arthur and the Tasman National Park
Road Trip (continued)
Mount Dromedary view from the 'Ranch'
After a fabulous ten days I said my goodbyes and drove back to Launceston.
Handed back my hire car and boarded a plane.
My hearts desire was back in Townsville.......we we're already in the planning stages of our reunion.
Not this time though, I was heading back to Perth, Western Australia for the last leg of this trip.