cruising around in a motorhome was a great way to see Tasmania. the roads are so narrow and winding, it was hairy scary, but the nature surrounding us was worth the panic attacks i was having at each bend. it feels like an untouched paradise. theres not a lot of people, or development and the roads are only just big enough for vehicles. nature feels like it is more important there. i wish that were the truth. im not talking about hobart, but up the east coast to the bay of fires. we found this beach called Dora Point, and it was like our private little paradise. with only one other family there we played with the sea for a few hours of pure joy. we then walked up the path to our motorhome and slept beside the sea.
oh how i love to wake up and look out the window to see the sea. and to lie in bed at night and hear the waves. love.