So we are off - off the ship, the Esperanza, and ahead of us only the open road, a tank full of fuel, a bottle of Gin in the bag and a sketchy map of Tassie, Australia's southerly state across the Bass Strait. It is a strange sensation not to be confined to the same 70 metres of steel, to be able to walk or drive in a straight line for kilometres without having to turn around, to go faster than the 15 knots of top speed we were doing while chasing the whalers. Seeing countryside, taking in the smell of land, absorbing the green and beige tones of Tasmania are things I feel with a heightened state of awareness - my guess is because all we saw for the past two months was grey skies, water and ice. Lots of ice. So here go some of my impressions from Tasmania:
A full Australia archive set you can see here.
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