Tasmania: a devil of a time (pun alert)
Welcome to Tasmania (yes, that's a devil) What do Tom and Kirstin do to break up the monotony of living on a luxurious sailing yacht? We call it "vacation from vacation". This involves leaving L'ORIENT somewhere and exploring via some other form of transportation. Truth be told, it's cyclone season here in Oz, so we are contractually obligated to NOT sail north until May 1. But that's fine with us, as our next stop was Tasmania. Tassie (as real Australians call it) lies below 40 degrees South latitude; an area affectionately known by sailors as "the roaring 40s". Being in this part of the world in a sailboat is not our jam, as the wind and waves make it quite dangerous when it's not lethal. I won't bore you with statistics, but if you're interested in what can go wrong in these waters, google 1998 Sydney to Hobart race. So on to Tasmania. We flew from Brisbane to Hobart (about 2.5 hours) and began our journey. Tasmania has around 500,000 ...