I have not read any book written by Albert Camus because I think I might not finish any. Time is needed to digest his books and I am not sure if I can read anymore textbooks. Heh.
There is a quote of his though that struck a cord with me and has stayed so for a long time. I happened to be snapping pictures by Derwent River in Hobart and came across a scene that reminded me of the quote.
I played with the photo editor to see what magic I could cast and here it is.
When driving from Launceston to Hobart, it is likely that the Midland Highway, otherwise known as the Heritage Highway, is the route you will choose to take. There are many things to see along the way some of which are heritage towns built by convicts in the 1800s.
Ross, famous for scallop pies baked in an oven as old as the establishment in Ross Bakery Inn, was one we stopped at. The town is very pretty peppered with old buildings used today as retail stores selling antiques, wool, trinkets and food. But scallop pies and coffee are by far the most popular items here. There are two bakeries for this – go to the traditional one. I was surprised to see laksa curry sauce in their pies because laksa is a very southeast asian flavour. But the pies are not spicy like what we are used to at home. The pies are good though! Lots of whole scallops used!
We went to three others; Richmond Town is a little busier since it is near Hobart and hence easier to reach for visitors.
There’s also Campbell and Oatlands Towns. Drive through these if short on time, but stop by for a bit at Campbell to see the line of convicts’ names lining the pavement of the little town – they are there because they helped to build the town.
Farms after farms whizzed by as we took to the road. We started off from Launceston and worked our way northwest to see the Bay of Fires and northwest to Boat Harbour beach so well-regarded by NatGeo it made their top 10 list.
Binalong Bay along the Bay of Fires
Table Cape Lookout
Boat Harbour Beach
If you google cradle to coast food trail, you will see a double-digit page brochure giving a breakdown of the places to go to. We did that and several not on the list. Cherries, strawberries, raspberries, blueberries were in season so I had a field time stuffing my face with that. Because we were along the coast, fresh seafood was abundant. Happiness is me.
And of course, lavender!
SJ has an obsession with this furry guy. Described as a murderous beast capable of snapping one in half with a single bite, I fail to understand the obsession. But he can be silly, sometimes funny, while chasing whichever unfortunate character down to sink his fangs into.
I waltzed into Tasmania in my late teens thinking that the actual Tasmanian Devil looked like him. How silly was I to be duped by a cartoon? At that age too. Well, that was more than twenty years ago and I didn’t have Google at my fingertips. I know way, way, way better now.
How much has Tasmania changed over two decades? I cannot wait to find out.