Oyster

Once we had all gotten ready and good to leave, the first navigation instruction was for the 'Great Oyster Bay'. After looking up where that actually was, I pulled the handbrake again and pronounced us as having arrived. The place where we stayed overnight and something like the next 100km was all part of the Great Oyster Bay. Though I'll admit that after a little driving we did come across The Great Oyster Bay Lookout.

Our previous $60 park entry ticket paid off as well, as it actually covers all national parks and we did find another national park to walk in, with a Wineglass Bay. (I did mention Tasmania's originality in naming things?) What was slightly funny though was that the sand at the beach did in fact squeak when trodden on. On my previous trip through Victoria, I went past 'Squeaky Beach', where no matter how hard I tried, it refused to squeak. I'm not too sure if the beach here makes up for it, or whether this is some sort of revenge.

Tasmania constantly reminds us that we are not even in pretend cities anymore. The sun might still be shining but everything is already closed. Trying to find a petrol pump to get us to our next camping place has already proven difficult once, and so does finding a hot chocolate at 7pm. Add the fact some of us are using a mobile phone company that doesn't even pretend to service the east coast of Tasmania, and you really start to feel like you've completely escaped western civilisation.