While waiting to board the Spirit of Tasmania ferry in Melbourne yesterday afternoon, the temperature sat above 33°C. It was also humid, and a large thunderstorm was building up in the west.
I was not a happy camper, high temperatures and muggy weather did not suit me at all and I was looking forward to a change of scenery.
After an uneventful, very calm crossing, I knew I was back in Tasmania this morning when I hit a coffee shop in Latrobe for an early breakfast and captured the scene above of a young German backpacker cosily rugged up for the weather.
She had been camping and bushwalking for the past five days and was quietly tapping out a series of long emails to friends and family concerned about her whereabouts for the duration.
She was also annoyed with her former male companion who had reneged on the classic Overland Trek just 5 hours into a three-day hike.
“He was a wimp,” said this waiflike young lady, “I thought I’d be struggling to keep up with him, and instead it was me who led the walk until he quit.”
She said she would make sure she did the trip before her visit to Australia was over. In the meantime her goal was to catch sight of the elusive platypus in the wild. With her determination I don’t think it will take long.