Wow! We have a lot of catching up to do! I will let you in on what I have done. Since I have been without internet at Gran and Gramps I have written my blog entries in a document and saved them to my computer. As I write this my plan is to go to town on the weekend and find somewhere with WiFi and copy and paste all my entries onto the blog, add photos, and voila you all have heaps of stories, and I don't have to spend tons of time in some dumpy internet cafe or McDonalds.
So here I am in the good ol sleepy town of Port McQuarie NSW after spending 4 solid days packed full of awesomeness in Tasmania. I will catch you up to date with what has been going on here, as there has been developments, after I tell you all about my trip to Tasmania.
So, for those of you who do not already now how my trip came about I will give you the quick run down. My cousin on my Dad's side, Kim, lives here in Oz in Melbourne. Kim gave me a wonderful once in a lifetime opportunity to accompany her to Tasmania for the easter weekend. Without her I am sure my easter would have sucked the hind tit, but because of her it was amazing! I would like to give a little shout out to her and say Thank you once again for a once in a lifetime experience. Also all of you should thank her too because only because of Kim do you now have tons of adventure and interesting reads ahead of you.
So, for those of you who do not already now how my trip came about I will give you the quick run down. My cousin on my Dad's side, Kim, lives here in Oz in Melbourne. Kim gave me a wonderful once in a lifetime opportunity to accompany her to Tasmania for the easter weekend. Without her I am sure my easter would have sucked the hind tit, but because of her it was amazing! I would like to give a little shout out to her and say Thank you once again for a once in a lifetime experience. Also all of you should thank her too because only because of Kim do you now have tons of adventure and interesting reads ahead of you.
Thursday evening I arrived at the airport and the adventure starts there! My flight was delayed by a bit, but nothing to ruin the trip. I arrived in Hobart around 8:30pm and took a shuttle to our hotel, arriving around 9:00pm. Kim and I had a some light food and a few drinks, caught up, and planned our four day adventure. Friday was Good Friday and therefore lots of things were closed. All the shops and things were closed, but that didn't slow us down. We drove from Hobart to Launceston and made a quick stop at the visitor centre. We had thought about staying in Launceston and going to the Gorge there, but Kim urged for us to drive another hourish to the Promised Land and a 
place called Tasmazia. This was totally the best choice and I am so glad that we went there. First of all I can now say that I have been to the promised land, hehe. On our way to Promised Land we stopped in a small town, and when I say small I mean small! It very much reminded me of being home in rural Nova Scotia. As we were crossing the road to the visitor center in Sheffield, out of the corner of my eye, I saw three men and what I thought was a dog sitting at an outdoor table at a cafe. My first original thought was "OMG that is a huge dog!" Then I looked closer and saw that it in fact was not a dog but an alpaca sitting at the mans feet like a dog. He was on a leash just chillin like it was normal. So of course I had to cross the road and take a picture of the alpaca and the interesting fellow who owned him. The fellow greeted us, it was obviously not his first time being approached by a tourist, as the alpaca had a small pouch around his neck labeled 'donations'. I gave a few coins and jumped in for a snap. The guy was great and a real character, as you would expect from a fellow in a small town that hangs out with his alpaca. Keep your eyes peeled Nova Scotia, you may soon find a slightly quirky gal wandering around town with an alpaca, collecting donations for pictures too. So after a quick bite to eat at a charming little cafe called, Skwiz, we headed off to Promised Land.
place called Tasmazia. This was totally the best choice and I am so glad that we went there. First of all I can now say that I have been to the promised land, hehe. On our way to Promised Land we stopped in a small town, and when I say small I mean small! It very much reminded me of being home in rural Nova Scotia. As we were crossing the road to the visitor center in Sheffield, out of the corner of my eye, I saw three men and what I thought was a dog sitting at an outdoor table at a cafe. My first original thought was "OMG that is a huge dog!" Then I looked closer and saw that it in fact was not a dog but an alpaca sitting at the mans feet like a dog. He was on a leash just chillin like it was normal. So of course I had to cross the road and take a picture of the alpaca and the interesting fellow who owned him. The fellow greeted us, it was obviously not his first time being approached by a tourist, as the alpaca had a small pouch around his neck labeled 'donations'. I gave a few coins and jumped in for a snap. The guy was great and a real character, as you would expect from a fellow in a small town that hangs out with his alpaca. Keep your eyes peeled Nova Scotia, you may soon find a slightly quirky gal wandering around town with an alpaca, collecting donations for pictures too. So after a quick bite to eat at a charming little cafe called, Skwiz, we headed off to Promised Land. The drive to Promised Land was quite a nice drive with mostly country scenery, and a nice view of Cradle Mountain for part of the way. Finally we arrived at Tasmazia and it was awesome! Tasmazia is the worlds largest maze. There is a massive hedge maze, several smaller ones, and a mock village calle
d 'Lower Crackpot'. They even have a post office/mailbox so that you can post things out with the post mark or Lower Crackpot, hehe. When Kim and I headed into the maze we chose a few turns with the intent of heading to Lower Crackpot. In only a few seconds we found our way to Lower Crackpot, and thought we were so damn smart. Our cockiness soon came back to bite us in the ass once we attempted the worlds largest maze. We walked around Lower Crackpot and laughed at all the little houses. The guy that built this has a fabulous imagination, and sense of humor! There were all the things of a village, but in a real fun way. They also had the fountain of youth, which I took a little taste from in hopes of turning back the clock. They had several funny houses and building, and Kim and I had a hoot looking at everything. We visited the Crackpot Correction Center and tried out all the torture devices they had there, and then struck off for the worlds biggest maze. Kim and I circled around and around different areas reading all the clever signs they had posted in the maze. We were careful not to pass the same sign twice and used the sounds of the parking lot as a marker for direction. However all our wits and cockiness was all in vain for we threw in the towel and had to get gift shop lady to show us the easy way. After being shown the easy way we kicked ourselves because we walked rght by this route several times and that is the one track we didn't take! Oh well we found the three bears cottage and had a peak inside. It was a great day and I had a ball at the maze! After all this we headed back to Hobart (about a 2 1/2 hour drive) to retire for the evening. On the way we stopped at the bottle shop for a bottle of wine. Imagine our surprise when we saw a wine from the promised land. How could we not get it really? This, in a nut shell was my first day in Tasmania. I am going to post the days as seperate posts, so thus concludes Day 1.
d 'Lower Crackpot'. They even have a post office/mailbox so that you can post things out with the post mark or Lower Crackpot, hehe. When Kim and I headed into the maze we chose a few turns with the intent of heading to Lower Crackpot. In only a few seconds we found our way to Lower Crackpot, and thought we were so damn smart. Our cockiness soon came back to bite us in the ass once we attempted the worlds largest maze. We walked around Lower Crackpot and laughed at all the little houses. The guy that built this has a fabulous imagination, and sense of humor! There were all the things of a village, but in a real fun way. They also had the fountain of youth, which I took a little taste from in hopes of turning back the clock. They had several funny houses and building, and Kim and I had a hoot looking at everything. We visited the Crackpot Correction Center and tried out all the torture devices they had there, and then struck off for the worlds biggest maze. Kim and I circled around and around different areas reading all the clever signs they had posted in the maze. We were careful not to pass the same sign twice and used the sounds of the parking lot as a marker for direction. However all our wits and cockiness was all in vain for we threw in the towel and had to get gift shop lady to show us the easy way. After being shown the easy way we kicked ourselves because we walked rght by this route several times and that is the one track we didn't take! Oh well we found the three bears cottage and had a peak inside. It was a great day and I had a ball at the maze! After all this we headed back to Hobart (about a 2 1/2 hour drive) to retire for the evening. On the way we stopped at the bottle shop for a bottle of wine. Imagine our surprise when we saw a wine from the promised land. How could we not get it really? This, in a nut shell was my first day in Tasmania. I am going to post the days as seperate posts, so thus concludes Day 1.
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