Australia TASMANIA: A Walk on the Wild side on Australia Day

Aug 2009
George Town Tasmania Australia
Part 1:

Australia Day is a public holiday; the first one I experienced was in 1972, six months after I arrived here from Canada, at the age of 27. Whether you're in a city, as I was in 1972 in South Australia, on the coast in Western Australia as I was from 1986 to 1999, or in a regional area as I was, and still am, from 1999 to 2013 in Tasmania, there are thousands of events that celebrate everything that's great about living in Australia.

“The great thing about Australia Day is that it's your day,” says the website designed just for this day, “and you can do what you please, whether you're into the local thong-throwing contests, welcoming new citizens into the country or lazing about listening to some of Australia's best musical talent.”

My wife was out participating in a local Australia Day event in this little town; my 3 children had all grown-up and left the nest many years ago; in this oldest town in Australia, George Town, I was on my own to celebrate this day. I had just finished my lunch of beans on toast, and I thought I would cruise-through the TV programs before beginning my afternoon of writing. The TV program that I quickly settled-on1 allowed me to immerse myself in the richness of Tasmania's wilderness. This island state’s wilderness is a natural wonderland of mesmerising rainforests, soaring peaks, windswept beaches and extraordinary wildlife.

Part 2:

The ad for the DVD of this program, at one of the many websites, said: “this program will sweep you into a world you'll never want to leave.” I arrived here, first in 1974, again in 1978, and finally in 1999. I’m here to stay until the end of my days. Indeed, I never want to leave. Australian Geographic and Sorrel Wilby, the TV program presenter, invited me on a sensual journey of bush-walking, adventure-hiking, and breath-taking views through one of the most beautiful natural landscapes on earth.

You explore Cradle Mountain-Lake St Clair National Park with its glacial lakes and Gondwanan heritage without ever leaving the comfort of your lounge-room. I delved into the mysteries of the thylacine, nuzzled a Tasmanian devil, and discovered the ethereal Marakoopa Cave as I laid-back in the lovely couch my wife bought for us on our retirement 14 years ago. I listened to captivating tales of Tasmania's human history, tales I’ve been hearing, on and off, since I arrived here in 1974 nearly 40 years ago as a young adult from Canada.-Ron Price with thanks to 1GEM80 TV, 12:45-1:45 p.m., 26 January 2013, BEST OF AUSTRALIA: Tasmanian Wilderness.

Since I don’t travel much any more
after living in two dozen towns, and
more than three dozen houses in my
70 years of existence, a TV program
like this is all I want in my travel-life
as I head into my 70s, 80s, and 90s.
years of my old-age according to one
model of human development used by
psychologists. I saw more of Tasmania
and its wilderness this afternoon than I
will ever see in the remaining years of
my life here at the end of the earth, the
last stop on the way to Antarctica if one
takes the old western-Pacific-rim-route.

Some of my friends have been seeking
Layli in the bush here in Tasmania for
years and readers of this prose-poem
can read about their experience of the
wilderness by doing a little Googling.(1)

(1) There are many links to read about this small group of Baha’is and their friends who walk together every month at places all over Tasmania. One such link is at: Seeking Layli in the Bush ....In some ways, it's all part of the new Baha'i culture of learning and growth since 1996.

Ron Price 26/1/’13