Tasmania pictures never seem to end...

...and that's ok with me.

Tasmania Day 4

Bay of Fires.  There are many many beaches in the Bay of Fires, we only went to one, and I can't imagine they got better than this one.  Bay of Fires in general is rated by Lonely Planet as the 2nd or 3rd most beautiful beach in the world.  They expect tourism to Tasmania to sky rocket in the coming years because of this.  We were literally the only ones one the beach, it will be a shame if they become all crowded with tourists (notice how I dislike tourists, but this does not include myself, lol).

I really wish I was better at the jumping pictures!  I just can't jump high, definitely not as high as Melissa, holy geez girl!  From right to left, Marna, Melissa, me, Danielle, and Caitlin. I became really good friends with these girls!  6 days on a bus without tv, internet, phone, work, uni, or any other distractions will do that to ya!

Leave only footprints.  I think this is proof that I have the cutest little feet ever :)

 This one is kind of my favorite, but I didn't realize it would be when I took it.  We just had to walk through this tiny wooded area to get to the giant orange rocks at the other end of the beach.

 

More feet.  I am a Pisces after all.

I like this picture a lot :)

 But this series is better.  I've only included the furthest and closest 

I'm in Tasmania!

Just like the picture of Marna at Ocean Beach...I wish that was me off in the distance.  But it's not (obviously I hope), it's Pavel.

From Bay of Fires we headed to Bicheno, where we had another nice house to stay in and Matt made us a lovely dinner :)

This is by no means a flattering picture, but proof that we did have didjerdoo lessons, and I sucked at it.  It seemed simple enough, until you actually try to suction the mouth piece around your entire mouth and make raspberry sounds with your mouth. Very difficult.

Day 5

The next day a group of us got up early to see sunrise since we were back on the east coast.  We went to find the whalers look out and failed, so we found some nice rocks to sit on instead.  Again with the feet...though this time its cool cuz my shoes match the water.

Bicheno sunrise.  This was all the color we got however because of the clouds.

My friends again :)  Danielle, Caitlin, Melissa, Marna, and Pavel.

About an hour or so after sunrise the clouds cleared, crazy bright sun.

Bicheno Blowhole. Its not actually a blowhole at all.  The waves are pretty powerful here and the rocks are laid out in such a way that the water sprays up.  Pretty cool actually.

Blowhole Chicken.  How close do you dare go?

From Bicheno we went south to Wine Glass Bay.  To get to the look out point you had to climb an even yet quite steep path.  This was your reward:

From there we had to climb down the mountain.  Not nearly as strenuous as Cradle Mountain, it was more like walking down rock stairs for a long long time.  The down part was easy, coming back up took a lot more cardiovascular strength, but the beach was awesome and I got to spend some girly gossip time with Melissa which was also awesome!

Seriously big waves.  (psst..what do you think of my skinny jeans?)

Unintentionally on everyone's part the last part of the trip was heavy on alcohol related activities, lol.

We had been drinking James Boag the whole time we were there, which is a Tasmanian brewed beer, but its not Tasmanian owned.  So we tried this Moo Brew that is both Tasmanian owned and brewed.  Caitlin and I shared one, it had this weird banana like flavor.  It was good though.

Then we stopped at a family run winery.  I bought a bottle of Tasmanian wine, mostly because tour groups get a bad name at wine tastings because people taste and don't buy.  It's good wine :)

From the winery we headed to Port Arthur which has three things, a general store, a penal settlement, and great views:

Just about sunset.

This bay, the name I can't remember, has some of the biggest waves (if not the biggest waves) in the world.  The best surfers in the world will come out here, but you can only get out to waves by boat, and you need a wave runner to get back out.  And those rocks looks freaking scary as hell.  Surfers are insane.  We didn't see any massive waves, but apparently they get up to like 15m (which is about 45 ft)

Remarkable cave.  I think its a clever and straight forward name.  I thought it was pretty remarkable the way there's just a path between the rocks and the waves come all the way in.  Then Matt pointed out the real reason its called the Remarkable Cave.  Which is because the hole between the rocks looks an awful lot like the island of Tasmania.  Pretty remarkable.