And now for something completely different...

Or maybe not.

So after one day in Hobart we headed south east to Port Arthur. Back in the good ol' days Port Arthur was one of the Empire's nastiest prisons. "Gee, that sounds nice" we said. So off we went to start exploring the rest of this quaint little island (I can say that because Tasmania is fractionally smaller than the island I live on).


Port Arthur.


An old building.


A Cathedral.

Port Arthur was a bit of a let down. The information centre was all very nice, but the place was really tourist-ised. There was no feeling of what the place had been, and most people seemed more interested in the remains of the cafe where the Port Arthur massacre had been in 1996.

So after Port Arthur we headed north, along the tasman peninsula.



We took a detour to look at 'the devils kitchen'. Very cool.



How could I pass the opportunity to get arty?



It was all very dramatic.



And there were even pretty bits.



So I'm guessing you're now thinking about visiting Tasmania? Well don't! New Zealand looks the same and we don't have big-ass man eating sharks ;-)