Tassie!

So long, beautiful island! Tasmania is a world of its own. Literally. I arrived Monday night on an itty bitty plane at a one-runway airport to actually walk, yeah WALK, down the stairs, across the tarmac, to the one-room airport. I felt a bit like a celeb, not really, but it was kinda cool. Taxi it over to my friend Billy's house to skip over to one of the most beautiful little beaches I have ever seen. Seven Mile Beach. This house Billy is staying in is on Surf Road and literally a one-minute trek through the woods to discover a completely secluded and entirely surreal playa. Someone walks by every 5-10 minutes, dogs frolic and have the absolute time of their lives, and a random surfer or two is just down the shore. Spent the last 2 1/2 days exploring Hobart, a quaint town with a unique character of sailing, surfing, and...I don't have another 'S' word, but it was cute! Unlike any other place I have ever been. And far less touristy than Sydney. Much more local, not as international. And I saw a wallaby!! Wallabies should be man's best friend over the dog. For sure. Attempted surfing in chilly, chilly waters on Billy's newly owned board, gave it a good go, and I'll just blame the shallow water mixed with super smashing waves for my lack of standing. I'll be itching for round two soon, no doubt. But I did killllll it on the boogie board! When is the last time you boogie boarded? Go and do it. Best time you'll have since Chuck E Cheese's. My calves are straight hating me for running them all over the sand, the soles of my feet are all sorts of torn up from hiking on the orange rocks and splinters of shells at the point, and my shoulders and Rudloph nose are begging for some SPF 1000+ sunscreen. But spirits are high and a smile permanently on my face as I head to Melbourne this afternoon! More stories to come and loads of pics when I get back to home base, but for now just a tidbit. So hey, go out and get recreational today! You won't regret it.