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    • Day 174

      Ab in den Süden - Cookle Creek

      February 18, 2020 in Australia ⋅ ⛅ 16 °C

      Nachdem es ziemlich kalt wurde in der Nacht die letzten Tage habe ich mich entschieden in den flacheren Süden zu fahren. Bin jetzt auch am Ende der südlichsten Straße Australiens angekommen!
      Hier ist auch wieder viel Küste, Buchten und National Parks.Read more

    • Day 103

      Endlich frei nach 12 Tagen arbeiten

      January 21 in Australia ⋅ 🌬 13 °C

      Nach 12 Tagen arbeiten ohne einem Tag Pause dazwischen, hatten wir endlich einen Tag frei. Direkt nach der Arbeit, haben wir also fix geduscht und eingekauft und sind erstmal ein Käffchen trinken gegangen. Anschließend ging’s los Richtung Süden in den Southwest Nationalpark. Hier gab es viele tolle Stellplätze am Wasser, auf denen man bis zu 28 Tage lang kostenfrei stehen kann. Wir haben uns einen schönen Platz in den Dünen gesucht und sind dann nochmal am Wasser entlang gewandert. Der Weg war sehr cool, da man teilweise auch über Steine klettern musste. Auch landschaftlich waren sehr beeindruckt. Irgendwie hat uns die Natur hier auch ein bisschen an Schweden erinnert. Zurück am Stellplatz wurde dann noch gekocht. Als kleines Highlight kamen viele kleine Wallabies ganz dicht an uns ran und wollten sicherlich auch etwas von uns zu essen. Fürs Frühstück haben wir uns dann noch von Instagram inspirieren lassen und ein gesundes tiramisu vorbereitet. Ein malerischer Abendhimmel war das i-Tüpfelchen des Abends. Am nächsten Tag sind wir zu einer Tropfsteinhöhle gefahren. Ein Guide hat uns durch die Höhle durchgeführt. Das war super spannend und wir haben wieder ein bisschen was dazu gelernt. Danach gab es noch eine kleine Wanderung dort in der Gegend für uns. Jetzt sitzen wir in der Laundry und waschen unsere Wäsche, damit wir morgen wieder bereit zum arbeiten mit sauberen Klamotten sind.Read more

    • Day 68

      Cockle Creek

      January 16, 2017 in Australia ⋅ ⛅ 17 °C

      Zurück von der Wanderung hatten wir einen schönen Schattenplatz gefunden und verbrachten den restlichen Mittag in der Hängematte mit Musik hören. Tina war sogar im eiskalten Wasser (das immerhin direkt aus der Antarktis kommt) schwimmen.Read more

    • Day 67

      Southwest National Park

      January 15, 2017 in Australia ⋅ ☀️ 13 °C

      Da unsere Zeit auf Tasmanien ja langsam zu Ende geht, ging es noch mit dem Auto in den Süden um ohne teuren Flugtransport (der zum eigentlichen Ausgangspunkt der gesamten Strecke geht), etwas vom South Coast Track zu sehen. Wir starteten in Cockle Creek wo der Track eigentlich ankommt und liefen von dort zuerst bis zur South Cape Bay und dann weiter bis zum South Cape Rivulet.Read more

    • Day 55

      T13 - Tasmanien

      December 14, 2018 in Australia ⋅ ☀️ 18 °C

      ▪️Haben heute das Auto gewaschen und ausgesaugt, um die Ameisen los zu werden
      ▪️Haben die Türrahmen mit Anti-Ameisen-Spray eingesprüht
      ▪️Viele Tote sind aus den Ritzen raus gefallen - voll schrecklich 🙈
      ▪️Haben in einer Reifenbude ein Angebot für 2 neue Reifen bekommen (410AU$)
      ▪️Da das 2. Hinterrad kaum noch Profil hat und das Ersatzrad, Ersatzrad bleiben soll :P
      ▪️Morgen um 11Uhr werden sie montiert
      ▪️Waren im Hartz Mountains National Park beim Waratah Lookout und Arve Falls
      ▪️Der Höchste Berg ist dort der Hartz Peak mit 1255m
      ▪️Der Hartz Mountains National Park wurde nach dem Hartz in Norddeutschland benannt :D
      ▪️1,5h davon entfernt, am südlichsten Punkt von Tasmanien ist der Cockle Creek
      ▪️Der glasklare Fluss endet im paradiesischen Rocky Bay
      ▪️ Direkt hinter dieser Bucht campen wir gequetscht zwischen Gleichgesinnten
      ▪️Aber kostenlos, mit Wasser und Toilette :)

      💡Auf dem Land haben die Bewohner neben ihren Häusern einen riesigen Wassertank zu stehen, da sie nicht ans öffentliche Wasserversorgungsnetz angeschlossen sind.
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    • Day 34

      Geeveston - Cockle Creek

      November 5, 2021 in Australia ⋅ ☀️ 15 °C

      Literally the end of the road in a southerly direction in Australia. Leaving the van in Geeveston we drove south to Cockle Creek on Recherche Bay. We had considered towing the van down to camp in the National Park here but were glad we didn't. The gravel road in to the camp was narrow and potholed and the camp itself seemed to be completely overtaken by guys with boats. Fishing is the only thing to do here apart from bushwalking.
      From the National Park office we walked to the Whale Point lookout and learned about the whaling that used to occur here. So tragic. The South Cape Walk also leaves from the same office start point but we figured 16km and 5 hours was a bit beyond us at this stage. It would have been fun to get as far south in Australia as we could.
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    • Day 176–188

      Echoes of the Southern Edge

      June 27 in Australia ⋅ ⛅ 12 °C

      As the wheels of our trusty bus crunched over the last stretch of bitumen, giving way to a muddy track that wound its way through the Tasmanian wilderness, a sense of anticipation bubbled within us. We were finally embarking on the journey to Cockle Creek, the southernmost point one could drive in Australia—a destination that had eluded us months earlier during our tour with Grammy and Fran. Now, with Andy by our side, we were determined to reach this remote corner of the world.

      To our right, mountains loomed, their peaks shrouded in mist, while to our left, the vast expanse of the Southern Ocean revealed itself in glimpses through secluded bays. The landscape seemed to hold its breath, as if aware of the significance of our journey.

      As we rolled into Cockle Creek, the weight of its isolation and raw beauty settled upon us. We scanned the area, searching for the perfect spot to call home for the coming days. Once found, we set about establishing our camp with practiced efficiency, our excitement barely contained despite the ominous weather forecast of high winds and rain.

      The first days passed in a haze of contentment, our souls soothed by the untamed wilderness surrounding us. Cheeky Currawongs swooped overhead, their calls a constant reminder of our wild neighbors, while adorable Paddymelons hopped cautiously at the edges of our camp, their curious eyes studying our every move. Though our chosen spot wasn't ideal for solar power, the sheer magnificence of our surroundings more than compensated for any minor inconveniences.

      Our inaugural hike along the Fishers Point Trail was a testament to the raw power and beauty of nature. We found ourselves playing a precarious game with the tides, timing our dashes across the beach to avoid the encroaching waves. As we neared Fishers Point, the protected waters of Recherche Bay gave way to the full might of the Southern Ocean, its waves crashing against the shore with thunderous force.

      Pausing to catch our breath, we turned to look back the way we had come. The sight that greeted us was nothing short of breathtaking—snow-capped mountains of southern Tasmania pierced the sky in the distance, their peaks playing hide-and-seek with low-hanging clouds. The afternoon sun, breaking through gaps in the cloud cover, bathed the scene in an ethereal light. We stood transfixed, drinking in the juxtaposition of turbulent ocean and serene mountains, knowing we were witnesses to a moment of rare, untamed beauty.

      The return journey brought its own adventures, with the still-high tide forcing us to adapt. Andy, in his crocs and bare feet, became an impromptu ferry service for Sal, who clung to his back as he waded through the incoming waters. Laughter and shrieks of excitement echoed along the shoreline, our joy amplified by the wild surroundings.

      Our discovery of a secluded spot with unobstructed bay views prompted a swift decision to relocate our camp. The new location felt like a gift from nature itself—better solar exposure, a private toilet, and the gentle lullaby of waves to soothe us to sleep each night. As we settled into our improved accommodations, we felt a deepening connection to this remote paradise.

      Each evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of pink and gold, our little Paddymelon friends emerged to keep us company. Their presence, along with the mysterious Tasmanian Devil tracks we spotted along the beach, served as a constant reminder of the wild heart beating at the core of this place.

      Our second major hike—a 16km round trip to the southernmost point of Tasmania—was a journey to the edge of the world. Halfway through, a chance encounter with a kindred spirit—a young hiker exploring Tasmania's wilderness—added an unexpected layer of camaraderie to our adventure. As we trekked on, the forest around us came alive with the haunting calls of black cockatoos, their warnings echoing through the canopy like ancient spirits guarding their domain.

      The moment we emerged from the forest onto the cliff top of black sand and rugged sandstone was nothing short of magical. Before us stretched the vast Southern Ocean, an unbroken expanse of water reaching all the way to Antarctica. We sat in reverent silence, overwhelmed by the profound sense of being at the very edge of our continent, the furthest point from home we could reach by land.

      As our time at Cockle Creek drew to a close, we found ourselves reluctant to leave. This remote haven had become more than just a campsite—it had become a home, however temporary. The familiar faces of the wildlife, the rhythm of the tides, and the ever-changing moods of the sky had woven themselves into the fabric of our daily lives.

      Packing up camp for the last time, a bittersweet melancholy settled over us. Yet, as we pulled away from Cockle Creek, our hearts were full. We carried with us not just memories, but a piece of this wild, beautiful place—a reminder of the raw majesty of nature and our small but significant place within it. As we set our sights on new horizons, we were buoyed by the knowledge that someday, somehow, we would return to this edge of the world that had captured our hearts so completely.
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    • Day 156

      Oysters at Cockle creek

      January 22, 2020 in Australia ⋅ ☁️ 23 °C

      So easy to get a feed of oysters here. They were in the tidal creek right behind our camp in ankle deep water. None of those people who live up above Australia here obviously!! That’s me being politically correct 🤬😏😉Read more

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