Hobart, Tasmania
Back from the Bush
Well, I survived a week in Tasmania's Bush. The bushwalk was six nights and seven days far far away from anyone and everything. After the first day, we didn't see any people for the duration of the trek. The trails that we followed, when we followed trails were that of wombats. And it was simply amazing. Our group consisted of Bill, who was making his 14th bushwalk across the Central Plateau, Lloyd the Bush rat, a seventy year old scamp who's been walking in the Tasmanian Bush for over 50 years now, Chantelle, a South African who was the sole female in our group and had to put up with sharing a tent with Lloyd and Bill all week. She was a tough, cool customer. Then there was Matt, a good friend of Jim's going all the way back to their teens at school, and the bulldozer of our trip, crushing his way through the bush and occasionally knocking over a tree. Finally, my mate Jim, who has the energy of an ADD Pekinese on crack and sugar. It was simply impossible to wear the man out, or to not allow him to help in dinner preparations each night (not that I minded one bit). The meals were wonderful though, bowtie pasta, rissoto and couscous... ah, the couscous. Jim also got pancake mix for one breakfast we had, and everyone was pleased with the choice. I will write at greater length on what I saw and did during the course of the week, but I need some time to reflect and organize my thoughts. But I will say this, it was truly a simply amazing week, I feel privileged and lucky to have been able to do a bushwalk that under 200 people have likely done. I got to see some sights that less than 10 Americans have likely ever seen, as Lloyd pointed out to me one day.
I got back to Hobart on the 29th, but couldn't get on the internet till today. The Friday before I left for the Bush I met Corey and Slim at T42, Jim's bar. Slim is from Texas and his friend Corey, who lives here in Hobart, said that he would video tape the Patriots/Steelers game that I would miss during the course of my bushwalk. Because of this, I couldn't get online till I had watched that tape as I didn't want to know what had happened. But last night, I saw the game, and now know that the Pats are headed back to the Superbowl, baby! I have to thank Corey for taping the game for me, a complete stranger. He made my week, I am so happy that I was able to watch the game. Anyway, I'm back in Hobart and still unsure when I will be leaving. All I can say is that the Tasmanian Bush can be distracting and I'm in no hurry to move on down the road.
Well, I survived a week in Tasmania's Bush. The bushwalk was six nights and seven days far far away from anyone and everything. After the first day, we didn't see any people for the duration of the trek. The trails that we followed, when we followed trails were that of wombats. And it was simply amazing. Our group consisted of Bill, who was making his 14th bushwalk across the Central Plateau, Lloyd the Bush rat, a seventy year old scamp who's been walking in the Tasmanian Bush for over 50 years now, Chantelle, a South African who was the sole female in our group and had to put up with sharing a tent with Lloyd and Bill all week. She was a tough, cool customer. Then there was Matt, a good friend of Jim's going all the way back to their teens at school, and the bulldozer of our trip, crushing his way through the bush and occasionally knocking over a tree. Finally, my mate Jim, who has the energy of an ADD Pekinese on crack and sugar. It was simply impossible to wear the man out, or to not allow him to help in dinner preparations each night (not that I minded one bit). The meals were wonderful though, bowtie pasta, rissoto and couscous... ah, the couscous. Jim also got pancake mix for one breakfast we had, and everyone was pleased with the choice. I will write at greater length on what I saw and did during the course of the week, but I need some time to reflect and organize my thoughts. But I will say this, it was truly a simply amazing week, I feel privileged and lucky to have been able to do a bushwalk that under 200 people have likely done. I got to see some sights that less than 10 Americans have likely ever seen, as Lloyd pointed out to me one day.
I got back to Hobart on the 29th, but couldn't get on the internet till today. The Friday before I left for the Bush I met Corey and Slim at T42, Jim's bar. Slim is from Texas and his friend Corey, who lives here in Hobart, said that he would video tape the Patriots/Steelers game that I would miss during the course of my bushwalk. Because of this, I couldn't get online till I had watched that tape as I didn't want to know what had happened. But last night, I saw the game, and now know that the Pats are headed back to the Superbowl, baby! I have to thank Corey for taping the game for me, a complete stranger. He made my week, I am so happy that I was able to watch the game. Anyway, I'm back in Hobart and still unsure when I will be leaving. All I can say is that the Tasmanian Bush can be distracting and I'm in no hurry to move on down the road.
posted by Bob Stein at 4:33 PM
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