Those who know me know that my favourite place to travel is to Italy, especially the south, and in particular Abruzzo. But my heart was swayed north this year, and I mean way north — to Latvia. Read more
Roo and I are off again tomorrow. This time to southern Italy, Berlin and Latvia (with a side trip to Tallinn, Estonia). Ten weeks in all.
A highlight will be visiting Roo’s family in Latvia for the first time. None of the Bekeris (Beķers) family have returned since his father left during WWII. Thanks to a young cousin who speaks English, we will be able to meet everyone and travel to Jaunjelgava where Roo’s dad came from.
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Warning. This is no cheap-and-cheerful, boozy, disco nights, cheap massage, trinket-buying beach destination. For a holiday to Lord Howe Island, you save up then savour the serenity.
My husband saw a photo of Lord Howe Island back in the mid 1980s, not long before we met. We both love to travel and over the years it has been built up in our minds as a must-see destination. And I can honestly say that it did not disappoint. It is laid back, beautiful, warm, friendly, full of natural wonders and has protected plants and animals found nowhere else on earth (all of which helps it being ‘world heritage’ listed by UNESCO ).
Lord Howe Island lies about 600 kilometres east of the coast of New South Wales, just out from Port Macquarie. Here are the UNESCO maps. It’s officially part of the state of New South Wales.
The crescent-shaped island hugs a sheltered lagoon which has at its mouth the southernmost coral reef on the planet.
The main activities on the island are cycling, swimming, snorkelling, kayaking, hiking, reading, sunset-watching, photo-taking, eating and drinking. Our visit lasted one week, but we could have easily stayed another. It takes a few days to get into the island’s rhythm and really start to relax.
Our accommodation was at Milky Way near Old Settlement Beach, and we stayed in a self-contained cottage. In addition to a private veranda looking out to a sweeping paddock and the hill up to the north end of the island, we had a full kitchen, spacious living & dining area, a large bedroom and an en-suite bathroom.
There are plenty of places to eat out on the island so we did a combination of eating in and out. Food to cook at home can be obtained at two main shops and beer, wine and spirits are also available at the liquor store near the Commonwealth Bank. The main township on the northern half of the island features a few shops, the post office, The Anchorage cafe which is open long hours and also has a bakery, a community centre that serves as the movie theatre and the Catholic church, and along the beachfront, a variety of boat sheds housing different tour companies. Tours include turtle watching, snorkelling, scuba diving, hiking the magnificent Mt Gower and Mt Lidgebird, and a variety of other custom tours.
Tour-wise, we enjoyed a two-hour snorkelling trip. The fish life plus the colours and varieties of coral and reef plants were better than any we’d seen on the Great Barrier Reef, and it was all easily accessible. You could easily swim or kayak out to the spots where we had been taken.
Our rented bikes took us the length and breadth of the island. Tip: All rental bikes have a basket so keep your beach towel and snorkel handy at all times.
We approached Old Settlement Beach one afternoon and a woman excitedly ran to tell me there was a turtle in the lagoon and that I should put my snorkel on and get in straight away! I did and must say that swimming with the lovely green turtle was one of the most fabulous underwater experiences of my life. I only regret that we had no underwater photographic equipment with us.
Crime is not a problem on the island; we were given no keys for our cottage and no locks for the bikes. On a morning snorkelling trip, we left our valuables at the beach shed of the tour company. It’s that safe.
One day we hiked Intermediate Hill. We’d been told there was a good lookout at the top. Australian adventurer and philanthropist Dick Smith is a big fan of Lord Howe Island and in 2013 he donated the funds for a lookout platform. It really made the walk worthwhile as the view over the treetops is now 360 degrees.
Flights rely on favourable weather conditions to land and take off. It’s not unusual for visitors to wait a few days for a flight if there is foul weather. We had no such issues; we came and went without incident if a bit late on departure.
QantasLink flies 40 seated Dash 8 planes to the island a few times a day to and from Sydney. Additionally, on weekends there are flights to and from Brisbane. Seasonally, flights service Port Macquarie.
Only 400 visitors are allowed on the island at any time. Tourism and the export of kentia palm seeds and seedlings are the mainstays of the economy today.
Maintaining the unique environment and world heritage listing must be a delicate balancing act. Lord Howe Island seems to be doing it right.
To plan your trip, have a look at the Lord Howe Island Tourism Association website here. As their motto says: Just paradise.
I’ve noticed fellow bloggers respond to WordPress’ Weekly Photo Challenge (WPC). Back in August 2016, the topic was Frames. After taking these photos I knew that they fit the bill, with the shaded veranda framing the incredible views of Ned’s beach on Australia’s Lord Howe Island. So here’s my entry, albeit five months late.
Watch this space for a longer post with more views from our trip in December of 2016.
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Well, for a change, I am not actually ‘at large’ but at home in Adelaide. I did have a very long trip to Europe which started in Italy (2 months there), continued to Switzerland and Austria then on to the UK before finishing with a few days in Dubai.
My companion blog ‘With my heart in Abruzzo‘ is where I am still writing about my adventures in Italy, with a focus on our time in Abruzzo.
Sadly, upon our return, Andrew’s mum was unwell so we headed up to Queensland to be with her and her companion. Hilda passed away two weeks after we got home. We were fortunate to be with her for the few days before, but we aren’t certain she was really aware of who we were. Her dementia had gotten worse than before we went away and we tried to just agree with her and make sure she was comfortable. Rest in peace dear Hilda.
Back in Adelaide some weeks now we are contending with summer. It’s hard, I know, but seriously, it had been hot and sometimes uncomfortably so. I’ve had to resort to spending time at the beach or reclining with a fan blowing on me while I read books.
We’ve day tripped down the Fleurieu Peninsula to enjoy the coastal scenery, cooked a few summery meals, drunk some yummy wines and generally enjoyed ourselves.
My hubby, Roo, gardened and completed some painting and picture-hanging tasks while I relaxed and contemplated returning to work and dreamt up schemes for another adventure.
Batteries recharged, it’s time to get back to a routine.
So we are both back at work. I am doing a casual writing job that has started out full-time for a month or so then will slow down a bit to part-time.
I am planning another trip to Italy to continue my study of ‘la bella lingua’, this time for a month in Lecce, Puglia. That’s way down on the heel. I have not been that far south before and look forward to studying at the University of the Salento and exploring ‘il tallone dello scarpone’, ‘the heel of the boot’ that is Italy.
January is nearly over already. I hope you are all starting 2016 out right and enjoying life, wherever you are on the planet!
This is part 2 of a two-part blog on a recent trip to Tasmania. The first part is here.
We left Cradle Mountain National Park mid-morning with our next destination being the east coast of Tasmania, specifically Swansea. Our friend Amanda had booked us into a little cabin that had a fabulous view back across Coles Bay to Freycinet National Park. With the short days and our stop in Bicheno to buy food supplies, we arrived at Hamptons on the Bay just after dark, but not before stopping on the road to catch the last light in the sky looking east.
Next day we headed off in promising sunshine towards Freycinet National Park where we planned to walk from the visitor’s centre across the saddle and down to the famous beach at Wineglass Bay. We weren’t on the road long when a large grey cloud came into view. By the time we got to the park the rain was coming down in sheets. Roo and I were prepared with sturdy boots and coats that kept us dry in Patagonia 18 months before. But Amanda was forced to don my emergency white poncho so her down jacket did not get soaked! It was a ghostly sight her flapping around in the wind and rain behind Andrew as we made for the top of the climb.
The rain let up for a bit and we were able to see the freshly washed trees and plants glistening. It wasn’t overly cold but very damp and fresh by the top of the saddle from where you can see out to Wineglass Bay. But as we got to the top the rain just pelted down again. Having done this walk before we knew that there was a bit of clambering downhill to the beach and that it was slippery with loose rock, even in the dry. We made the decision to turn back as the rain showed no signs of stopping.
During the break in the rain, we did capture some scenes of the surrounding bushland.
After our aborted hike, we headed back out the National Park Road towards the highway. On our way in we had spied a sign for fresh seafood so we decided to pull in and have a look as it was almost lunchtime. Fresh seafood is naturally a feature of an island and Tasmania’s clean waters are a boon for fish lovers. To our delight there was a big undercover seating area attached to a basic kitchen where three women were shucking fresh oysters, cooking fish, steaming mussels and frying potatoes. We ordered up a few trays of food without hesitation and dug into a feast of fresh seafood. This more than compensated for our curtailed hike and there were smiles all around the table.
The next stop on our trip was on the way back to our accommodation on the Tasman Highway (we’re talking two-lane road here, not some superhighway). Having passed the vineyard and olive groves on our way up and down to town and the National Park, we were keen to try the local wines and olive oil produced by Freycinet Vineyard. The main vineyards are tucked into a protected valley that gets plenty of sun. The olive trees are close to the main road and you drive through both vine and orchard on your way to the cellar door tasting room.
We were greeted by the smiling and cheerful Jennifer, a young German woman on a working holiday visa who was living locally and working in all capacities around the vineyard.
Pinot Noir grows well in Tasmania and the 2013 Freycinet Pinot Noir was a revelation with the right ratio of spice to cherry. Also available for sampling was the cold-pressed, unfiltered, extra virgin olive oil. We enjoyed its rich taste and fragrance so much we bought a bottle for comparison with the warmer climate, local South Australian olive oil we use at home.
Our last stay of the trip was to be at an Air BnB apartment in Hobart. We left the east coast and slowly made our way down the coast on a mostly sunny afternoon. In and out of rain showers we were treated with many rainbows that never failed to thrill us like little children.
We arrived at our apartment with plenty of daylight and were treated to a spectacular view of Mt Wellington from the big expanse of glass in the dining and lounge areas. It’s notoriously cold and windy up on the mount and we watched the weather change over the next few days. Sometimes the top of Mt Wellington was visible but the middle was shrouded in fog. When the cloud and mist blew away, there’d be a lower line of snow dusting the slopes. Just a spectacular position we had (even if we did feel the full brunt of the wind on the windows which seemed, at times, like they might blow in).
While driving down to Hobart we decided to try our luck at getting a reservation at the well-known Da Angelo Italian restaurant in Battery Point. Fortunately, they were able to squeeze us into the big welcoming dining room on a packed-out, cold Wednesday night. I had dined there a few times in 2000 when it was new, and had never been served a dud meal!
We were not disappointed. Da Angelo serves classic Italian dishes plus speciality dishes from the Molise region of southern Italy. We dined on gnocchi, pizza and my favourite, the Stracciatella soup, a chicken broth with lightly beaten egg, parsley and parmesan cheese.
On Friday we drove south towards the Huon Valley with no real destination in mind. After a chance discussion with a local, we stopped in Kettering to sample some chocolate in an unlikely little shop attached to a cafe, the whole thing a former service station.
Inside Nutpatch Confectionary is a colourful array of chocolates made by John Zito, a former schoolteacher turned chocolatier. He doesn’t advertise and doesn’t need to. His chocolates and nougat receive orders from far-flung places and he keeps busy. But not too busy to have a chat with us about his craft.
We are so glad we stumbled upon Nutpatch and were able to, ahem, help the local economy by buying a few items for ourselves and as gifts. That Creme Brûlée truffle was an absolute stunner.
As John was born in Italy and has a connection to the motherland, we naturally spoke of things Italian. When I told him of my Abruzzo heritage he asked, if I liked pecorino. I replied, “the wine or the cheese because I like both”. Well he didn’t know about the wine but he suggested we drive south through the next town, Woodbridge, and look out for Tasmania’s only Sheep Milk Cheesery called Grandvewe. We found it easily, just 3 kilometres out of town. Inside we tasted a range of very delicious sheep cheeses, but the Pecorino was unfortunately sold out. We liked all the cheeses and I was surprised to find out that 98% of lactose-intolerant people can tolerate sheep mild cheeses with no problem. My favourite cheeses were the manchego-style Primavera and the vine-wrapped Pampino. Again, we helped stimulate the local economy by taking some cheeses with us.
The daylight almost over, we headed on for a drive along the valley, stopping to buy apples and find a cafe for a somewhat late lunch/snack.
Always thinking about the next meal, we stopped at a country butcher and bought some pork loin chops as we already had apples. Next stop was Pagan Cider along the highway at Cradoc. We tasted the standard Apple, Pear and Cherry (Cerise) ciders as well as some sample batches of fruit blends and a high alcohol number called Woody. Needing some cider to braise our pork chops and apple with back at our BnB meant that we purchased a few bottles.
Our day in the Huon Valley ended up being a very relaxed day ~ sometimes no plan is the best plan of all.
We’d arranged to be in Hobart on a Saturday so we could visit the market that sets up in Salamanca place. I remembered, from my time living there in 2000, that the markets were full of locals and tourists, with the locals were buying fresh fruits and vegetables from Hmong families. The Hmong are an ethnic group from the mountainous regions of China, Vietnam, Laos and Thailand. They have been growing and selling in Tassie since the 70s. I was pleased to see the beautiful array of greens and seasonal fruits still proudly displayed. In 2000 there were older ladies selling with their grandchildren doing all the talking in English. Fifteen years later it seems the kids, most University-aged or just younger, have taken over the stalls and were now giving granny a break.
The craft, pottery, silver work and woodwork area of the market used to be a great place to pick up a nice gift or special item for you home. It seems now though that there is more tourist-oriented ‘stuff’ and the real artisan goods are a little harder to find. Maybe it’s a sign of economic times. There were some exceptions though and were some beautiful hand-woven items like woollen scarves, ponchos and beanies.
The best thing about Salamanca Place for us was lunch at a restaurant around the back in Salamanca Square. SMOLT is decorated with a sort of Danish modern vibe, but the menu couldn’t be sunnier or more southern European. The menu is an eclectic mix of Spanish and Italian influences and its focus is on fresh seasonal ingredients. The sourdough bread is delicious, dipped in local olive oil and some balsamic vinegar.
We shared a tasting platter of oysters, jamón croquettes and lamb cutlets to start then I chose the grilled Tasmanian salmon, faro, freekeh and du puy lentil braise, chimichurri, chorizo, herb salad for a main dish. Roo and Amanda both chose the pappardelle with a lamb ragú. We were quiet and contemplative once the food arrived with the only talk being the occasional “oh my gawd this is freaking awesome” spoken in reverential tones.
Smolt was a culinary bliss point on an island full of great food.
Amanda departed for the airport later that afternoon. We drove the next day to Devonport and caught the ferry back to the mainland. It wasn’t easy to say goodbye to Tasmania again.
As I prepare to close part 2 of this post I am keenly aware that I could write 10 more posts about the 10 days we spent in Tasmania. It is truly a spectacular place and Australia’s crown jewel.
I can’t wait to go back…
Note: This is part 1 of a 2 part article. It covers the North Coast and Cradle Mountain National Park. Part 2 will feature the East Coast, Hobart and the Huon Valley.
In 2000 I spent three months working in Tasmania and was fortunate to enjoy a few weekends exploring the capital city, Hobart, and places further afield. I recall Hobart already having a vibrant cafe scene, lively restaurants featuring modern Australian and international cuisine, beautiful coastal scenery, plus lakes, mountains and forests in abundance. Keen to get back to the Apple Isle, my husband and I organised 10 days, joined along the way by our friend Amanda.
We arrived into Devonport on the overnight car ferry from Port Melbourne, across the Bass Strait, at first light. Amanda was to fly into Launceston the following day so we had time to explore the north coast before backtracking into Launceston. We headed west as far as the charming little town of Stanley where there’s a unique geographic feature that begs to be climbed. It’s called The Nut and is an old volcanic plug with steep sides and a flat top. Attached to the coast, it rises up out of the sea to 143 meters. The views of the surrounding countryside are enormous.
We plied our way back east along the coast road, stopping at leisure to see the scenery, take in the brisk, fresh air and stretch our legs. Another volcanic plug, the only other in Tasmania, is in Table Cape Geological Site, more well known for its large-scale tulip growing. It being autumn, we did not get to see the dramatic rows of flowers grown side by side in fields forming colourful stripes across the slopes of the cape.
Then we came to the lively little town of Penguin, named because of the numerous penguin rookeries along the coast. The only penguins we saw were the ones adorning, shops, signs and rubbish bins as well as the Giant Penguin, a very tall fibreglass statue representing what is really a very small penguin (formerly known as a Fairy Penguin – now called the less-interesting Little Penguin).
After a night in Launceston and a trip to the airport to collect Amanda, we headed to Cradle Mountain National Park. Halfway there the rain came and it seemed it would never stop. We passed soaked villages and crossed swollen rivers but the sun finally shown just before sunset and our arrival at our lodgings for the next two nights.
We rented a cabin at Cradle Mountain Wilderness Village, just outside the park. It was perfect and warm – a lovely heat lamp in the bathroom – with a full kitchen so we were able to prepare some of our own meals. On that first evening we took advantage of dinner at the cozy Hellyer’s Restaurant. The standard of the meals was high with the Wallaby rump being a table favourite.
The next day we chose to walk the Dove Lake circuit which we did at a leisurely pace, punctuated by snacks and photo stops. The walk can be done in three hours but we stretched it out to just over four. The track itself is easy to follow and fortunately, the rain of the previous day had not caused any serious mud! Vistas of Cradle mountain went in and out of cloud and we passed through different terrain and types of forest along the way.
Cradle Mountain National Park is a part of the UNESCO declared Tasmanian Wilderness, covering an area of over 1 million hectares. It constitutes one of the last expanses of temperate rainforest in the world. We only scratched the surface with just one walk and a little side loop near the lodge. A week would have done it more justice.
So, we left the park yearning for more and headed for the East Coast and then down to Hobart and the Huon Valley.
Hello friends, readers and passers-by. From tomorrow, for the next 40 days, I will be travelling with my husband in Chile and Argentina. You’ll be able to follow us on a purpose-built blog called Mostly Patagonia. So pop on over and sign up for postcards from the end of the world! We’ll see you back here in late December or so. Thanks for following!
A quick trip to Sydney is always a treat, but never long enough to catch up with everyone. When I went at the end of September I was fortunate enough to slip in a bit of Art!
With iPhone in hand I roamed the streets of Sydney and hit the Art Gallery of New South Wales (AGNSW) and the Museum of Contemporary Art (MCA). At the AGNSW was an exhibition of photographs by Eugène Atget, known for his photo documentation of Paris street life and architecture in the late 19th and early 20th centuries. Inspired by the work I attempted a few of my own in the style of Atget. Sydney is photogenic without really trying!
The cafe at the MCA has a lovely view of the Opera House and Harbour Bridge and a nice light filled rooftop cafe. Even though it was early spring the weather was perfect for my second breakfast!
As the MCA is housed in the old Maritime Services Board building at Circular Quay, there are vestiges of the Building’s heritage in some architectural features like this beautiful door with a nautically themed window.
This lovely lady kept watch over breakfast and a little light lunch at the local Spanish Bodega near where I was staying with a friend in Bathurst Street.
Thankfully the weather held out all weekend and I got to spend some time walking at Coogee with the Tucker cousins.
Seriously, is it possible to tire of this view?