Tasmania

The ferry had an interesting propulsion method considering that the boat shook as though they had mounted the boat onto cylinders instead of mounting the propeller to the cylinders. But whichever method of propulsion they resorted to, at 5am we were woken by the notification that we were getting close to port. Once we had actually arrived, it was nice how they told drivers to go to their vehicles and to take all their passengers. Wouldn't want me to litter them all over the ship, I guess.

After getting off the boat, we managed to get all the way into the next town, found a beach, saw the beach, and suddenly everyone dropped back into bed. It took a lot of effort not to step into the middle again and yell "Good morning!" At least I got to pretend to be a five year old for over an hour by playing on the swings.

We had a penguin lookout on the plan for Tasmania, labelled as 'Little Penguin Lookout'. We managed to find road signs that brought us into the parking lot of the 'Makers Market'. After asking the bus drivers there, we were told just to follow the road around to the back. Once there we found a sign to follow the boardwalk to the outlook. This was attached at the end of the boardwalk, and it actually meant to follow the direction of the boardwalk but walk away from it, as we found out about 40 minutes later, after we had given up trying to find the outlook, and accidentally stumbled onto it. sigh

Camping in Tasmania also seems to be a lot nicer. For the price that we paid for a completely unserviced campground with a terrible connection to the great ocean road, we get a powered caravan park over the road from the beach and on the main road. And they don't seem to have such a vendetta against people just camping for free, to the point of having seeked us out while we were parked and placed a piece of paper on our windshield with the free camping spots in the area.