Strahan to Hobart

This is one of those days that's all about travelling. We've had to squeeze as much as possible into our week on Tasmania, and we've tried to cover all four corners of the island, but this is our last day.

The trip from Strahan takes us right through the heart of the Tasmanian Highlands which is beautiful and bleak in equal measure. I wish we had more time here but at least I know we're heading back to Scotland soon so we'll get plenty of wind blasted moorland and craggy peaks there.

Since we have to hand the van back at 4pm then hop on a plane back to Sydney, there's not a lot of sightseeiong being done today. Though we do make a couple of necessary pitstops in Queenstown, and somewhere else I can't remember.

Queenstown is a mineral mining town and though it's lusher than Coober Pedy it still has that 'South Park' feel about it. I'm never sure how to feel about mining on this scale, on one hand it's visually quite awesome, but not exactly natural.

At about 3 minutes to four in the afternoon we drop the van off and walk across to the airport to spend a couple of hours waiting for our flight to Sydney.

And Tasmania gives us a delightful send off.