Penguins, kangaroos and other inhabitants of Tasmania
Tasmanian experience began to be really a experience from spaghetti joined us this time. Jeff was an artist of social and environmental. From the second day we were a team on a mission bound for Campbell Town, a people torn from any story of Brothers Grimm, with ducks, bridges and churches impeccable bucolic. From there we jump to Bicheno where, nightfall, pairwise hid behind rocks and started counting penguins returning to sleep ashore to lend a hand to biologists and environmental department that could get an idea of the size of the local population.
Bicheno Blue Penguins are small, torpecillos and somewhat shy. The truth is that not many: All the while my companion, British-Japanese woman pretty nice quirky, and I spent talking about the eternal return and Japanese rituals we had to have a penguin or two. That night we slept in huts similar to those of Snow White and the next day we traveled in our van to Liffey Valley Reserve.
Friendship with kangaroos and wallabies at the seashore
Liffey Valley is a natural park that combines several mini-diverse ecosystems: tropical forest, palms, dry forest and up cliffs with their headlights and all. By the side of the road we followed, scurrying about kangaroos quite daring they approached closer to the monitor explained that they felt an appreciation unconditional tourist visitors because they associated them with food and everything we touch and. We also explained, more serious, actually had to feed them, in the same way that you did not have to throw apple pits through the air - and he shot me rays of fire that came out of his eyes in memory of my usual habit of throwing the remains of apples or peaches through the nature reserves, something that still consider a healthy habit, common in Spanish meadows where "what is the field going into the field, self-regenerating nature "but in Australia excommunication is of critical and universal.
I can not say much about this place because only words I can think of spectacular, incredible and exceptional are widely used and
En Liffey Valley, to compensate for the bone, spent a whole afternoon pulling weeds and went to bed early because the next morning we traveled to a mountain absolutely beautiful inscribed on the List of World Heritage called Cradle Mountain. I can not say much about this place because only words I can think of spectacular, incredible and exceptional are widely used and, but really that so much beauty and natural harmony together had not ever seen.
Drink insular as a finishing touch
On our return from the embarrassment of melodic nature, odor and color, Jeff considered necessary to complete with traditional gastric indigestion and took us to two farms where produced Tasmanian, respectively, the best of local cheese and raspberries. I have yet recorded in any corner of any taste bud taste of raspberry ice cream farm Christmas Hill Raspberry, sublimated in the breeze, wooden chairs, fatigue, the cool that seeped into the branches of the trees, fellowship of fatigue and joint staff majez. And there, joy of joys, jump to the cheese farm, with their sheep up too clean and a spectacular cheese seasoned with wine vineyard typical city.
The last night was spent at a campsite full of families, youth and children correteantes seafront. As we were a panda, we talked until late, we took a walk together without giving Jeff and to open our hearts to dinner straight from the returns, couples and love life. In the morning the van took us back to Hobart, where we arrived at the perfect time to sample, avid deep civilization, fried fish with lemongrass rich port. We took a very large table in a restaurant in front of the boats, asked many beers, we fried the fish right there and no one was, but we were in no man's land, but we were to repeat fish and reeds in an exercise to extend the magnitude endearing spatiotemporal.
In the morning the van took us back to Hobart where we reached the perfect time to sample, avid deep civilization, fried fish with lemongrass rich port.
That night, after saying goodbye, I stayed in a hostel in Hobart where on arrival I sat at a table with an American coffee and took several magazines to browse. In one of them there was a full page ad saying: «Tasmania needs you!» y toda una lista de profesiones que cubrir, and photos of huge houses, sparkling wine glasses and too beautiful landscapes we had seen and. Enter the address of the Australian immigration ministry to which he had to send the CV and meeting regularly, in moving house, an order of folders, and then look at it a while back slowly and carefully to save elsewhere with the tranquility that always stay rewarding Tasmania if at some point we have to refuel.
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Javier Brandoli
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Laura Berdejo texts are under enormous provoke like taking a plane and plant me in that corner of the world. This chronicle of life in Tasmania teaches the pleasure of being lost without great adventures. The adventure is being there, understanding the pleasure of feeling that another life, one week or one year, possible. Congratulations! Another site to the list of possible (I do not fit anymore)
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