Thursday, April 30, 2009

The hike down to Wineglass Bay was stunning: hundreds of brick steps curving down the mountainside through dense bush. A fire must have swept through this section, because even in color everything looked charred. I took this same picture and didn't mess with the coloration at all and they look almost identical.









Evidently I'm feeling very grayscale today. I'm sure it has nothing to do with the fact that I'm currently freezing: I'm wearing three pairs of socks (including a pair of thick fleece), two shirts, a sweatshirt with the hood up, a scarf, and gloves. And my curtain is closed and I'm drinking a steaming cup of peach green tea and doing toe exercises to keep them from snapping off with frostbite. I should also probably mention that it's really not that cold outside. You know you've been gone from home for WAY too long when 50 degrees becomes your new 25. This picture was taken at Fish Lips, our hostel in Taranna. While I think the overall group consensus was that it wasn't the greatest accomodation, I thought it was fabulous. There were three of us in our cozy little room, and we had to keep warm throughout the frigid night with a sheet, one blanket, and a heater that only stayed on for about 50 seconds each time you pressed the button. Being on the bottom bunk and the closest to it, I was the designated heater-hitter. That's right. I took one for the team...again and again and again.

All my attempts to make this place look creepy fail miserably because the thing about Port Arthur--a penal settlement created in 1830 and built by convict labor--is that it is absolutely gorgeous. Even when you drain the color from sky. It was so strange to think of this place existing as anything but a beautiful hillside with gutted, crumbling buildings sitting on the edge of a harbor. It's just impossible to reconcile a murderous, mutinous past with a daylight so blinding that you feel like you could wake up in the same place every morning and see a different world, be a different person every time you open your eyes.








We spent a lot of time in this bus. A lot. At least three hours every day. It got pretty cozy. We laughed, we cried, we belted the lyrics to "Bohemian Rhapsody." Actually, no--"Bohemian Rhapsody" was on the rafting trip. In the bus it was that damn Taylor Swift song "Love Story" that they played approximately 32 times on the radio and that has managed to replace all things Lucinda Williams as the bane of my musical existence. Other than the music, though, I loved our bus rides. They were warm and soothing and I spent most of them with my camera poised toward the window.






It occurred to me in the midst of my West Wing/House/Homework Procrastination marathon that I haven't uploaded anything recently. This video is part of my feeble attempt to keep you all informed. When we were in Tasmania, Laura and Cari and I filmed a series of "IES Newscasts" live from whatever location to which the day (and the bus) took us. This was our final video, shot after several hours in the Hobart Airport waiting for our delayed flight. We all agree that this is the best of the batch, although the lethargy is much more hilarious when compared to the vivacity of the other videos. Oh well. It's still golden.

1 comment:

  1. Oh my goodness! This is hilarious! Thanks for posting lots so we can all live vicariously through you!

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