I have had two short stints away this week. Although I have been there before, I made a trip to Port Arthur. On site, I joined a tour group with an excellent guide. It is expected that they have the information to impart. He certainly had that - but there was an air of showmanship that made him into a real storyteller. I thoroughly enjoyed the walk and talk. A boat cruise is also included in the entry cost, also interesting. I always believe that time on the water enhances any experience.
On the way, I made a couple of detours. I walked across the tessellated pavement and read up on the unusual formation - and of course took photos which don't do it justice. I had a quick lunch at the hotel/cafe/restaurant across the road, gazing out at the sea. It was a lovely view and the perfect accompaniment to a seafood chowder. I also drove in to the blowhole - a wasted trip at low tide! But to balance that out, Tasman Arch provided an incredible blend of sight and sound. The colours and textures of the view (trees and rocks and amazing geographical formations and the swirling blue sea with white breakers over the rocks) complemented the wind in the trees and the crashing of the waves far below. It was a smorgasbord for the senses. Close by was the Devil's Kitchen. I think you would have to be a climber or trekker to get close enough to appreciate it. Even though lookouts were set up, viewing was sadly very limited.
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| This would look even better if I could turn the 90 degrees anti-clockwise |
I didn't get to my two-minute man. Look for him in the next post
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