Sometimes it pays to read up on the places you are visiting, read the captions to the pictures in the brochures or even communicate with your companion on what each others understanding of a destination is.
As we headed down towards the Tasman Peninsula I was looking forward to visiting a quaint, old port with historic buildings, a penal prison built near by, cottages and tea shops just like the ones back home in Cornwall and Devon – it was called Port Arthur (for those of you in the know – I can hear you laughing). My companion on the other hand was unenthusiastic about the whole venture but never articulated why. I was equally excited about calling in to Triabunna on the way there to see the coloured rock/wave formations and take some stunning photos. When we arrived at Triabunna we found a small village on an estuary…
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