The Bay of Fires

Tasmania is about the size of Ireland, so some transport is needed. I’ve hired a car and I’m heading out for a road trip.

Heading north through the central plains, I’m told that the state is waiting for some rain. The landscape is a hue of browns and yellows, as far as the eye can see.

Driving here is normal enough, lots of dirt roads and wooden bridges. Wildlife is abundant, this morning I had a near miss when a kangaroo hopped in front of my car. The radio is mostly discussing the energy crisis in south east Australia.

I camped overnight at the Bay of Fires. The red lichen on the rocks contrasts with the blue sea to form a colourful tapestry. The air and the water here are clean and pure, and the sky is so bright that you can see the Milky Way.