This morning we get up early and leave for some sight seeing. We see the early beach runners and then we’re off.
Our first stop is for fresh fruit and veggies. The first sign along the road is clear and from there it becomes a bit of a guess. After 2km dirt road though we come to an organic farm with yummy blueberries.
Then we’re back on the bitumen and make a stop at Seahorse world where Marjo takes a tour of everything seahorsey.
And also weedy seadragons.
Plus an inquisitive puffer fish.
Then we stock up on some organic apples and pears for $2.50 a bucket; don’t you love stalls along the road.
Next we climb quickly and have a nice view of the Tamar river.
And then we turn off for the long-time anticipated Swiss village. Already on the trip over to Tasmania we thought to bring something back to Pierre and his family for looking after the trailer. And because they came over from Switzerland we thought that a Swiss village in Tasmania could have something nice.
It’s all window dressing unfortunately. Apart from all the houses in Grindewald looking like Swiss villages and the Swiss Village having a distinct Swiss atmosphere, there is nothing Swiss for sale. Not even a pocket knife.
When Marjo asks the shopkeeper looks stunned as if we are the first people to ask and he replies: “no, the closest we have is Dutch licorice”.
From there it went down hill (I meant we went literally down the steep hill), passed through Launceston, and followed the St. Patricks river west. Then we arrived at the Myrtle camp ground which was surprisingly nice. Very large sites along the river.
And when we woke up early the next morning to a stunning sunrise, we decided to stay another day.
The second day we spent cleaning the bus, laundry and some extended showers. We all felt fresh afterwards.
Meanwhile Nossi made himself at home.
A magnificent stay.
Posted from Miena, Tasmania, Australia.
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