Lost in cheap delirium, Searching the neon lights
So I just got back from Tasmania. I went with my parents... maybe our last family holiday. We went on a three day guided hike at Cradle mountain. I seriously have no muscles so I think I climbed the peak by shear force of will. ;) It was one of those cool experiences where I realised I was a lot stronger than I thought. Also I made one of those instant clicky friends with a girl called Sarah and I realised I could probably have gone on the tour by myself. I did miss beloved internet though, and my dear flist. :P
One of our guides Arana in the middle. The girl in red is British, a girl guide and archaeologist! :P The other two people are architects and both Arana and our other guide Ben studied architecture for like a year before quitting. Too much coincidence for my liking.
My legs hate steps. ;)
hehe, don't worry I'm not going to caption all of these...lazy. ;)
Cradle mountain's peak. I really wish I had a sexy awesome camera.
Dove Lake and Crater Lake.
Franklin River.
But by the end of the trip I was kinda homesick for Melbourne and its crazy weather and skyscrapers.
One of our guides Arana in the middle. The girl in red is British, a girl guide and archaeologist! :P The other two people are architects and both Arana and our other guide Ben studied architecture for like a year before quitting. Too much coincidence for my liking.
My legs hate steps. ;)
hehe, don't worry I'm not going to caption all of these...lazy. ;)
Cradle mountain's peak. I really wish I had a sexy awesome camera.
Dove Lake and Crater Lake.
Franklin River.
But by the end of the trip I was kinda homesick for Melbourne and its crazy weather and skyscrapers.