AT JUST 68,000km², Tasmania makes up less than one per cent of the landmass of Australia and because it’s so tiny, I honestly thought about giving it a miss. I was fixated on the bigger and more impressive destinations on the mainland, and I figured a little out-of-the-way island wouldn’t have much for me.
For decades, Tasmania has been the brunt of many bad jokes on the mainland, but a little research reveals that this little island contains some of the last great wilderness in all of Australia, including mountain ranges blanketed in snow for many months each year, stunning white sand beaches and genuine old-growth forests that contain some of the oldest trees on the planet. Not to mention the number and variety of wild animals crawling, swimming and hopping all over the island.
With hundreds of kays of remote tracks to explore and hardly any people around to hamper the views, suddenly this little island caught my attention.
INTO TASMANIA
I WAS full of excitement and nervous energy as I drove into the belly of the enormous Spirit of
