Earlier this year I visited Tasmania for the first time, after having just spent two weeks in New Zealand. It was an odd feeling flying back home on a Saturday night, having to go to work the next day, before flying back out again on Monday morning. A tiring 36 hours — but oh so worth it.
Touching down in Hobart, I realised that I was actually running on less than 4 hours sleep. But who could resist an early morning road trip along the eastern coast of Tassie when the views are this scenic? Even though I just spent most of the time in the car dozing off instead hehe 😉