Tasmania is full of history. You can feel it. It’s in the cobblestones of downtown Salamanca and the red rock of Freycinet, it’s in the lone lighthouse on Bruny and the streets of Port Arthur. It’s beautiful and it’s emotional; it’s alive.
We spent our days down south road tripping the island, eating oysters, drinking wine, keeping warm on wintry beaches. We ate surf & turf in small town pubs, dipped our toes in freezing oceans and Tayla saw a ghost. No joke, Tassie is bananas.