After travelling from St Helens, via the Bay of Fires and St Columba Falls, we arrived into Launceston in the evening. We checked into Launceston Backpackers, and after being offered a significant discount on a double room we extended our stay to two nights.
Blog - Tag: Tasmania
We drove to St. Helens with the YHA in mind for our overnight stay. We had to drive around the block a couple of times to find it and we soon found out why we had missed it – it was boarded up. Luckily I had seen a sign on the high street advertising backpacker accommodation so we just drove around the corner in search of a bed. St Helens Backpackers turned out to be one of those little gems of a hostel that make travelling interesting and stress-free, just like the one in Hobart. It was run by Paul, originally from Liverpool, who had lived in Tasmania for many years.
Stopping at 'The Blowhole', where the sea is hurled out the back of a collapsed cave in the eroding cliffs, and noting that there were wild penguins in the area as we passed Pirates Bay, we arrived at the 'Port Arthur Historical Site' a couple of hours after leaving Hobart. Tasmania held a fearsome reputation as one of the last places a convict should wish to be transported, and Governor Arthur obviously ruled with an iron fist. The historical site at Port Arthur is geographically located in the far south east of Tasmania, and only accessible across a narrow spit of land.
Oh wonderful Tasmania, where for art thou Tasmania? After only two days in the Australian state of Tasmania I was thinking ‘I love Tasmania’. It felt a million miles away from the East Coast of Australia, and I think because we flew there it did feel like we were arriving in another country altogether. I have not yet been to New Zealand, but for most of the week we were in Tasmania, it felt like what I imagine New Zealand to be like. Tasmania oozed with laid-backness, homeliness, calmness, order and friendliness.