Well it's my last day and I am in the motor home park at Barilla packing my gear and giving my home for the last seven days a clean out. I gather all the food that is left and I look around for potential travellers to gift it to. I started talking to a family across the road and they informed me that they have just flown in from Sri Lanka the night before, which I am told is very hot at present, and they will be travelling around Tassie for the next couple of weeks. They told me their rough itinerary and let them know where the free camps I stayed at were and some high lights to see on the way. After giving them my surplus supplies, I headed out of the caravan park and went to seven mile beach. I grabbed a coffee and sat on the beach thinking about what I could do for the next couple of hours before dropping of the motor home and heading home.
But you know what, I just sat there and thought about all the fun and good times I have had on my mini adventure.
It started of by meeting the fascinating Allan Bull and his wife Rhonda on the plane. With his endless passion for hand crafting pieces of art that he calls "Classical Guitars" and the wonderful visit that I had to his home where he showed me how and where they came to life. Not to mention the wonderful lunch I was treated to and the hospitality I received.
When I picked up the motor home I had to pinch myself that I was not dreaming and I was so excited to get going and start exploring.
The people I met along the way that were as passionate about photography as I am and the stories we shared about our travels and experience. We shared images of where had been on this great island and regaled each other on how we heard about these place and what we did to get the shot :)