The past month has been a rollercoaster. It had its ups and downs and it passed us by at top speed.
We spent the Easter weekend at the Freycinet National Park. I, Lisa, had a job interview at the Freycinet Lodge (no luck, no job) so we decided to just make a weekend out of it. We climbed to the top of Mt. Amos to see Wineglass’ bay crystal blue water and pristine beach sunbathing one more time. We shivered in the tent at night, enjoyed the sunset and learned how to camp when nightfall comes at 5 pm. One-night Lady Aurora came out to dance with us. It was a perfect evening to see the Southern Lights. No clouds, very dark surroundings and a very active Aurora. We couldn’t see all the colours with the naked eye, but we could see the beams dancing around. It was magical.
We also flew back to Melbourne twice over the last 4 weeks to spend time with family in difficult times. Both trips were unexpected, unplanned but at the same time we wanted to be there. And although it’s always good to see your family again and spend time with them, we secretly wished we hadn’t seen them until the end of June. Life decided otherwise.
On the 5th of May, I, Lisa turned 28. On the morning of my birthday I woke up in the trunk of the Ford Falcon on Bruny Island. Just one of my lifegoals. Bruny Island is a small island, that’s almost split in halve, just south of Hobart. The place is well known for its outstanding food, whiskey, peace and quiet. It just has a unique atmosphere that will sweep you up from the moment you get off the boat.
You can reach the island with a ferry that leaves from a place called Kettering. Even if you don’t feel like going to Bruny Island, you should go to Kettering for two reasons. First of all, to be able to say that you’ve been to a place called Kettering (what’s in a name?!). Secondly, the Bruny Information Centre has the best coffee we have had in Tasmania so far. A good strong coffee with the perfect aftertaste. We’re clearly still dreaming about it.
We discovered the island on foot. We walked the Fluted Cape Circuit and the Laballardiere Peninsula Circuit. Before we commenced on the last one we came across a big, fat information board that told us the circuit was flat but long and tiring. It told us to expect a track that goes along beaches, through bushland and is 14 kms long. Now, if members of Tasmanian Parks are reading this blog I would just like to say this: Don’t print something on big fat information boards if it isn’t true! This walk was around 19 kms. Do you know how hard it is to keep motivating yourself when you’ve reached kilometre 14 and you then realize that it’s all just a big joke and you will have to keep walking for at least another hour? It’s especially hard when you’ve been spending the last hour thinking about what you will do first once you’ve reached the finish line. Don’t move that line! That’s just not cool. Can we throw it on an agreement*, please?
Anyway, all was forgotten the next day when we woke up, feasted on a big breakfast and had oysters for lunch. Yep, oysters. Fresh as they can be, right out of the sea. We were trying to be fancy while eating them but that proved a bit difficult in our camping outfits, with our greasy hair and with the smell of walking and sleeping in a car trailing behind us. The important thing is that we did enjoy that lunch. You know that the love of the man goes through the stomach, right? In Remo’s case that love, and especially the oysters, travelled back were it came from later that day. The result was a sick Remo for around 5 days.
Just a few days after the Oyster incident, the Tasmanian weather gods decided that we needed some more adventure. It all started on Thursday the 10th of May. It was a very rainy day. The kind of day where you just want to cover yourselves up with dooners and blankets and pretend the outside world doesn’t exist. As the night fell, the rain didn’t go to sleep. No, it became even more active and it brought its friends, thunder and lightning, to the party. Remo and I were cosied up in our little cottage, watching a movie but sometimes we were not able to hear what was being said because of nature doing its thing right outside. Anyway, we were acting all brave and considering ourselves lucky that the water wasn’t coming into our cottage. HAHA, little did we know that our bedroom was flooding at the exact same time. We were just not looking in the right direction. When we finally did, we stood ankle deep in smelly ground and rain water in our bedroom. We started scooping up the water and trying to keep everything as dry as possible. While I, Lisa, was feeling very sorry for myself and wishing I was in Belgium, the centre of Hobart was properly flooding. Once we woke up the next day, calmed down and saw footage of what had happened I felt a bit embarrassed. Compared to others the damage to our cottage is very little. Together with Danielle, we are trying to make our Airbnb liveable and healthy again. We pulled out all the carpet, got in some heaters and we are full on going for the industrial look. As for the Tasmanian Weather gods we’ve thrown it on an agreement* that this kind of behaviour can stop now.
In between all this excitement I, Lisa, started a pottery course. Yes, I am making plates, bowls and coffee mugs from scratch. Well, I am trying. So far, I’ve just made ugly things that only my parents will be proud of and will use. I’ve also became a member of the local fitness club to take cycling, pilates and barrecode classes together with other SOHO women. And Remo, he’s working on three projects for his classes. His semester will be finished in just three weeks. Game is on!
*literal translation of the Flemish: Kunnen we het niet op een akkoord gooien ?
English equivalents: Can we come to an agreement ?, Can we make a deal ?