Wineglass Bay, Freycinet Peninsula, Tasmania
20 February 2015
By 18:10 we are anchored at 42 10' S and 148 18' E, in an empty, stunningly beautiful bay and drank in the air. Tasmania must have the cleanest, freshest air on the planet. It's intoxicating.
We pinch ourselves, feeling like we have come to an altogether different land. Standing on deck in the stillness we feast our eyes on the 360 view of 300m green-clad cliffs, blessedly tranquil waters, the long beguiling stretch of empty beach, and last but not least orange lichen which clung to the bald rocks. The orange-on-grey recall to us Great Slave Lake and the vastness and remoteness of Canada's North. We drink it all in.
For most of the evening a large, well-sculpted Shy Albatross paddles a few feet away, quite unaware that it is acting out of character to its common name.
Down below we go for an early night and deep sleep...