It’s another of those small little close knit community towns in Tasmania. This one, I’ve passed through about 6 times, and lived just 44 kilometres away from it while camping up in Poatina. It’s simply called Campbelltown. Campbell is a popular surname in my home country of Northern Ireland, and one of my best mates Read more about No Sign of Paddy In Campbelltown[…]
Bruny Island is one of many islands off the coast of Tasmania. Obviously it’s Australian. Again I decided to visit there as I wasn’t sure how long I’ll stay in Tasmania and whether or not I will ever be in Tasmania again after this long stint on the island. Bruny Island is situated on Read more about Backpacking in Australia: The Magic of Bruny Island, Tasmania[…]
If you think that Bagdad is in Iraq, then you need your eyes tested. There clearly is no “H” in Bagdad. The one in Iraq however is spelt Baghdad. And I’d assume would be much more dangerous to visit than the Bagdad I visited. I didn’t even get stopped on the way in, or Read more about A Different Bagdad, Central Tasmania, Australia[…]
Having found out about Dip Falls from the tourist information in the shop at the foot of Stanley’s The Nut, I drove in search of a waterfall, not expecting anything good. Considering nobody else had ever mentioned Dip Falls to me, I hardly expected to be blown away by it. I was pleasantly surprised to Read more about Mawbanna, Tasmania Tigers, Dip Falls and The Big Tree[…]
“Here’s a truck stop instead of St. Peter’s Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah”, I have to admit that I don’t have a clue what that means. I am often confused by lyrics, and especially some of those REM lyrics from the early 90s. This particular lyric could easily have applied to my overnight stay at St. Read more about “Here’s A Truck Stop Instead Of St. Peter’s – Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah”[…]
WEST COAST WILDERNESS RAILWAY PART THREE – SEARCHING FOR GOLD AT LYNCHFORD The journey from Queenstown to Lynchford is probably around 12 kilometres. The magic had already begun as soon as we left Queenstown. We were travelling on a track through the middle of nowhere. A work of engineering genius, which had taken years Read more about West Coast Wilderness Railway Part Three – Searching For Gold at Lynchford[…]
I had only 40 minutes in Queenstown, and although it was small, I quickly looked at what I wanted to see. In the end, just walking round the town for 30 minutes was enough time to “see” it all, if not experience an overnight stay in this quite remarkable little enclave. I Read more about West Coast Wilderness Railway Part Two – Queenstown[…]
I have always enjoyed railways and train journeys. As a kid it was spotting the different stations on the Bangor – Belfast train line. My home country of Northern Ireland is hardly blessed with a lot of train lines. I grew up about 5 miles from the nearest station, and my birthtown of Newtownards Read more about West Coast Wilderness Railway Part One – Leaving Strahan[…]