On the penultimate day of our short holiday Shane and I took a cruise
that circumnavigated the rugged coastline of Bruny Island, situated off the south-east coast of
Tasmania. We travelled by bus to Kettering, 45 minutes from Hobart, where we caught the ferry to North Bruny. Here we boarded the
yellow boat that would take us on our wilderness adventure. We
had already been advised to dress warmly. In addition, we were provided with woolen
beanies, gloves and bright red floor-length waterproof outfits that we slipped over our own clothes. For safety reasons, we were also asked to wear seat belts when the boat was in motion.
For someone
like myself, who has clearly seen way too many old movies, the word ‘cruise’
has always had connotations of sleek 1930s ocean liners effortlessly gliding through glassy-smooth seas, peopled with ladies and gentlemen in formal evening wear sedately sipping
cocktails on the upper decks.
Our own cruise was far more exciting, a breathtaking, exhilarating joy ride quite unlike anything we’ve ever experienced before. The island’s towering, fortress-like cliff faces, punctuated by numerous caves and natural archways, are the stuff that legends and adventure stories are made of. The rocks, which are predominantly
Dolomite, were formed 165 million years ago.
On the penultimate day of our short holiday Shane and I took a cruise
that circumnavigated the rugged coastline of Bruny Island, situated off the south-east coast of
Tasmania. We travelled by bus to Kettering, 45 minutes from Hobart, where we caught the ferry to North Bruny. Here we boarded the yellow boat that would take us on our wilderness adventure. We
had already been advised to dress warmly. In addition, we were provided with woolen
beanies, gloves and bright red floor-length waterproof outfits that we slipped over our own clothes. For safety reasons, we were also asked to wear seat belts when the boat was in motion.
