Sunday, September 24, 2006

Tasmania: Rental wrecks & chocolate highs


Can you guess where this photo was taken?
Fiji?
Nope. Can you believe it's Tasmania!? (I'm sure you already guessed by reading the title of this blog entry, duh)

Never in my life had I imagined I'd ever be in Tasmania! I was always interested in the mysterious island south of the Australian continent, imagining an island of rocks, full of animals that snorted and spun around on two legs. Then I read that there was a Cabury chocolate factory there---and added a chocolate oasis to my image of uninhabited piles of rocks and spinning animals.

The overnight ferry from Melbourne took 11 hours. Infamous for rocky vomit-inducing waters, I made sure to take a Dra-my-mine (Aussie for Dramamine) and conked out in my splendid 2 berth cabin. Just to give you an idea of how rocky it can get, there were 5 giant motion-sickness bags provided in the pocket of every seat.

I arrived to Tasmania fortunately refreshed and excited to experience the rocks. I went straight to the rental-car office, paid for my week reservation, stuck the key in the ignition of my little Daewoo, and within seconds backed the car straight into a pole. Right there in the rental car parking lot, right in front of the rental car agent. Ouch. But I had to swallow hard and forget...and left town as soon as possible hoping for a new and luckier start.

Leaving town I discovered green fields! Houses! Towns! Sheep! Cows! I was soon stuck in a herd of cattle crossing the road at their own will. Then there were many, many national parks, full of wildlife many distinctive only to Tasmania. Kangaroos would dash in front of the car at night, and you would have to screech your breaks to avoid a slow waddling echidna---an ant-eating porcupine-looking fellow. I avoiding driving at night because the amount of roadkill was phenominal, and when I did it was at a slow pace to observe all the nocturnal activity.

I was hoping to meet fellow travelers, make travelling friends, and chat with people here and there, but the tourist season doesn't start until Oct. I was alone almost everywhere. Every backpackers hotel gave me my own room of 6 to 8 empty bunk beds, and most campgrounds were empty. I met and chatted with friendly Tassie hikers on the paths, but didn't find many people in the campgrounds or hotels. One night I camped in a national park, alone, with only the "thump thump thump" of distant kangaroos hopping along in the forest. I lit a campfire, opened a bottle of wine, and found singing my only form of entertainment. The "roos" must have thought I was mad.

The famous Tasmanian Devil is actually really cute! It does not spin around like Looney Tunes projects, but it definately sounds like a devil when it growls, which he likes to do a lot. A little trivia, the Tassie Devil is a scavenger, being too slow to hunt, and he eats every part of the dead things he finds including fur and bones, ick. They are marsupials, having up to 15 babies---only 4 of which can survive as the female has only 4 nipples in her pouch. Wild devils are on the brink of mass extinction due to a contagious facial cancer that kills most by the age of 2 (usually live to be 6?). The devil parks are raising healthy devils in isolation as backup in case the entire population dies out. Scientists still can't figure out why the cancer occurs, as it is the only contagious cancer ever known to man.

On a brighter note...
The Cadbury factory was a dream come true, with free samples, and huge bags of out-of-specification chocolates sold at cost-price. I don't think I have ever eaten so much chocolate in my entire life.

It was sad to return my dented car and hop back onto the Spirit of Tasmania a week later, but I was pretty excited to join society again in Melbourne.

Melbourne, by the way, was cold. Everyday. A huge contrast to Sydney in many ways, but it seemed a cooler, more hip and international city. More my kind of place. And I met a few new salsa-loving friends, yippeee! Noriko-san was a wonderful host and having my own room in her comfy house was heaven, especially for getting over my cold. (I'd caught a cold in Sydney, blah!) Noriko doesn't eat meat, either, and we feasted on vegetarian food every night, it was bliss.

By the way, I discovered where my Tasmanian image of rocks came from. When I reached the Freycinet peninsula it was perfect deja vu---giant piles of rocks, just like I'd imagined! I must have seen it in a TV program or in National Geographic at some time in my life, amazing how the mind works.

I put pictures up, check them out if you have time!

10 comments:

Anonymous said...

Wow! Sounds like you are having a great time - besides the being alone part with scary animals...

The Tasmanian devils look like big rats in the pictures.

So what is this about moving poles in rental car parking lots?! Tricky...

sister Sam

Shannen said...

*sister Sam*

Thanks for reading my post! The night before camping in the forest I had gone to a "ghost tour" in an old prison...luckily that stuff doesn't scare me too much.

If you ever decide to "move poles" with a rental car, my advice is to do it outside of the rental car parking lot, less embarassing...

You must be sooo busy! Stop surfing the net and get to work!!!

Ravioli said...

Hey Linda.....I was missed your photos here, very interesnting; I like it, ... that is the car??? I see it and... dont have nothing!!! whats thieves!!! very expensive for repair i think so. The esclavito can repair everything and very very cheap. I like it your "carpita" hahaha. Did You listen the scream of Tasmanian Devil? Is seems a man whem him is dying??? Is true? I hear about that in the Tv. Besitos Linda....

Hiromi said...

Hi Shannen san!
I was wondering where are you these days
and visted your site.
You are still enjoying aroud Oceania!
That was surprising how beautiful the ocean of Tasmania and I WILL visit Cadbury factory if I go there sometime!
I hope you can find lots of friend in New zealand:-)

Shannen said...

*Ravioli*

I wish you could have fixed the car for me! But maybe insurance will pay for the repair, fingers crossed!
Luckily I have never heard a dying man scream, so I can't compare...ha ha...I thought the Tasmania Devil sounded more like a crying baby!!!
Did you finish your menu project?

*Hiromi-chan*

Thanks for checking up on my site! How have you been? Working hard?
You would LOVE Tasmania if you like chocolate! The beaches were beautiful but so cold! Best to enjoy them in the summer.
Have you been to NZ? I love it here! I hope you get the chance to come someday!

Anonymous said...

So, your rental car dent reminds me of when you were visiting, borrowed my new car and went to job service not more than 7 blocks away. Then you scrapped my car pulling out. Seems to be a pattern?? You are a good driver...it's just the parking lots that get you.

Shannen said...

*Anonymous*

I don't remember any of those things. Are you sure you aren't referring to someone else, perhaps, my sister? he he I'm using my friend's car at the moment, it's been three days and so far so good. Wish me luck!

P.S. I'll avoid parking lots at all costs

Anonymous said...

Hi Honey

It's Louise in England here. How are you doing?!
Tasmania looks fab.
When are you coming to Enland?!

Shannen said...

*Louise-chaaaaan!*

YIPPEEEEE!
I was just thinking about you the other day...wondering how you are doing and thinking I have to get off my lazy internet butt and write!
I definately want to visit you sometime soon! I keep telling people, I have a friend in Newcastle I have a friend in Newcastle, ha ha.
How's your new flat?

lachness said...

never got to tazzy, but it looks amazing!