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It's Father's Day today. So we start with a full breakfast and a beautiful rare seashells drawing of Ezra. He has one whole minute to sit toil because he preferred to clay in kindergarten. But yes, the clay was not allowed to take home. So no ashtray this year. Dad does not smoke. Anyway What there is, strawberries, eggs, fresh orange juice and muesli sourdough bread with nuts and whole prunes. Dad spoiled today. We're going to enjoy a day.
Yesterday I did all the stuff already rare seashells packed for our trip today to Bruny-island (see photo gallery). I have scoured the internet throughout and even the new carrier backpack in which Ezra can (and no, that was not the father-present) is quite well established and is full of baby stuff. I leave nothing to chance. Dad wears Ezra in the beanbag and I carry the backpack with goodies in it (and the baby of course). Dad's gift (a digital mirror reflex camera) has not yet arrived, so we are going to have a chat with the normal camera do today. A pity: Thanks webshop! rare seashells
So then but that of 11.00 packs. We have beautiful still some time to go for a cup of good coffee for me and the super-fresh sushi with wasabi grated from the root to the organic market in Hobart (and today with marinated duck) for Bart.
Then it's on to Kettering (30 minutes from Hobart). The way there is already pretty awesome. We must unfortunately still here to evade a dead Walabi but we are well on time. Ezra asleep in the car and we walk around on the dock waiting rare seashells for the ferry. It is 16 degrees rare seashells today, but it now feels much warmer. Bart hopes that we see dolphins on the way but unfortunately, we are unlucky. We book sometimes a 3 hour cruise around Bruny-island. Then you sail to Penguin Island and go to the place where the dolphins are. In the winter, can you even see whales if you are lucky. But not so today.
After only 15 minutes we arrive. We drive to the south, to Adventure Bay. It's still early in the season so not all sites are already open. so for example the Berry farm is not open. This summer we go there once blueberry, raspberry and strawberry picking with Sef uncle and grandmother (coming in January for the birth of our second child) or with grandparents Hetijhuisen (coming in February). There is a little on how it comes out.
Adventure Bay is beautiful! If it was slightly warmer, it was really bounty island-worthy. We go for a walk on the beach first and then sit down on a terrace. Nothing commercial here. It is an old tent, certainly 30 years, run by the same family. We are served by the daughter of the house (9 years). rare seashells She is a little bit and then I'm very kind-of thick fries. The manager and his wife standing chatting in the kitchen so could come from. From a seventies movie The furniture is heavy. Firmly nailed together by the local carpenter. There are crocheted doilies on the table. rare seashells
We sit outside next two ladies aged about 70. They come from Sydney. rare seashells Furthermore, it is empty in the dining cafe. We hit with the ladies talking (as it always happens when you sit down somewhere) and they give us tips for holiday destinations on the mainland. The final verdict is "not going to the Gold Coast: overrated." Bart and I have already decided that we first investigate Tasmania this year. October 18 we go to Freycinet for a week in a bungalow. Sounds bourgeois? Oh, no, look how beautiful:
After dinner we try the zitrugzak. We have chosen a short walk through the rainforest. I have done Ezra leggings under his pants because it is crowded with leeches. I am also not a fan of leeches and that kind of stuff. Anyway, you live in Tasmania so true there is only one motto: "I hike through the bush, therefore I am." Bart and I decide that this is the perfect hobby for us: Ezra can join, you get exercise, I can join my pregnant belly and you enjoy plenty of nature. It is thus that we have much to go hiking the next three years.
After a few minutes we arrive in the rainforest. What a contrast to the beach! Here it is damp and cold, because the trees have no sun. It's like entering a different world. I can not imagine that the British escaped prisoners (who were exiled to Tasmania in the 18th century) fled through the jungle when they wanted to escape. Their slave labor If this path was not laid out, you did not have any feet forward! Even with a machete it must have been a challenge. Here you will not survive long. Unless ........ you have with you, of course! backpack full of muffins, orange juice and biscuits And let me now CASUAL have with me ......
Unfortunately rare seashells we had to turn back after 20 minutes. Apparently the rangers rare seashells path not yet inspected