Saturday, March 20, 2010

The Perhentian Islands, Malaysia


A taste tester of photos to come - the Perhentian Islands, Malaysia.

I'll let the photos speak for themselves...




















Losing What Is Important to Us

I hear that there is nothing more heartbreaking than watching something you love slip away.

At the Tasmanian Devil Conservation Park, they are fighting a battle which, sadly, is unlikely to be won. Tasmanian Devils are slowly disappearing, due to a cancer which is spreading amongst the species. It is heartbreaking to see. The cancer on each of the little animals' faces is obvious.

The Tasmanian Devil Rehab Centre, along with the CSIRO, are working tirelessly to stop the Devils from becoming extinct. I would encourage everyone to visit the Centre if they are in Tasmania, or if you see a fund where you can contribute money to the cause, please do what you can.

These little Devils are part of Australia's identity.

We have to do something.










Lemonthyme Lodge


Our second night was spent at the glorious Lemonthyme Lodge near the Cradle Mountain National Park. The Boy booked us the best suite, being the luxury spa suite. We were so sad that we only had a day here, because it was truly heaven. We wished we could bottle the peace and quiet we experienced here at Lemonthyme and we have agreed to come back to Lemonthyme for a proper holiday very soon.

The beautiful bedroom.



Our balcony - entirely isolated and private. We sat and listened to the birds, and watched the rain lightly drizzle down into the rainforest. Pure bliss.



A highlight for an romantic - the spa bath that looks out across the rainforest.


The view across the mountains.



One of the other cabins at the Lodge.



The main lodge - the largest log cabin in the Southern Hemisphere.





This didnt stop us from taking a hike up to the lookout and down to the waterfalls.



The view of the main cabin in the morning light.



The gorgeous Champagne Falls.





This was the second time i have been to Lemonthyme Lodge. I highly recommend it for anyone who can get down to Launceston and then down into the Cradle Mountain area. It really is a spectacular area. I know the Boy and I will be back some day.


I Am Proud



I am so proud that I found the strength and courage seven years ago to finish my law degree and become a lawyer. I recognise the monumental challenge that was and I am proud of myself.

I am so proud that I travelled the world singlehandedly, to gather as much wisdom about the world as possible. I recognise the huge challenge this was, time and time again, and I am proud of myself.

I am so proud that I was brave enough to move over to Asia, alone, to experience life in the Far East. I recognise what a challenge this is for a single female professional, and I am proud of myself for having accomplished it.

I am so proud that I was able to rise from the adversity of a spinal injury and continue on in a foreign country, without having my family and friends around me. I recognise that this was an incredible feat and I am so proud of myself for it.

I am so proud of myself for being able to maintain a close relationship with my family, including my wonderful mother and father, and my amazing sister. I realise that it is could have been easy to have shut them out, but I am proud of myself to maintaining such a good relationship with them.

I am so proud of myself for having maintained a long distance relationship for the last nine months. I realise that I continue to face this difficult situation, but I am so proud of myself (and M) for having maintained the mutual respect and understanding for each other.

On the Road Again

We became addicted to driving through Tasmania.... and its obvious as to why... the scenery was so beautiful... so peaceful....











Wednesday, March 17, 2010

The Henry Jones Art Hotel, Hobart Tasmania

Our first night's accommodation was at the famous Henry Jones Art Hotel.

"Standing in the historic position where Hobart was first settled 200 years ago, a row of historic warehouses dating from the 1820’s and a former IXL jam factory have been sensitively transformed into an enthralling and luxurious, first class experience on the edge of Hobart’s waterfront. The hotel is itself a fusion of art, heritage, technology and tradition. From its original and beautifully crafted staircase to the restored machinery and the magnificent all-glass Atrium, The Henry Jones Art Hotel reflects the fascinating influences of its rich colonial past and early trading history with India and China.

Rated as one of the best 60 new hotels in the world, The Henry Jones Art Hotel has won over 30 major accolades including “Best Overall Hotel in Australia” at the 2005 AHA National Awards, two Australian Tourism Awards and multiple international awards from Conde Nast Traveller such as "Best Hotel Australasia and South Pacific 2008" Reader's Choice and "Best Leisure Hotel Australasia and South Pacific 2007"."

www.puretasmania.com.au



The front of the Hotel, which still keeps its old Jam Factory facade.



They have then transformed the entrance to something a little more "modern" which still keeping the original sandstone.


Inside the converted warehouse, where the restaurants are situated.



All the hotel and architectual awards won by Henry Jones Art Hotel.



An example of Man Porn. The Boy trying to work out how they've converted the warehouse, using an old photo that is hanging up in the outdoor dining area.


The beautifully converted rooms, with the original sandstone walls and the original wooden beams from the old factory. Simply amazing!


The lounge area...


Modern Bathroom - and the shower the size of half the bedroom (we werent sure why they wasted such important space, but ho hum, it was great to have a shower as though you were standing in the middle of a football field).




The dark but very uber cool corridors, with the hanging original art works.





Sampling at Salamanca

We arrived in Hobart, Tasmania early in the morning on our first day, so we started off by looking around the "famed" Salamanca Markets. We arent sure whether it was the intermittent rain, or the fact that we'd only just two months prior been to the Prague Christmas Markets, but we were a little "blah" about these ones. We enjoyed looking at the fresh tasmanian produce, including the honey, cheese and wood products, but we didnt stick around for long. We headed for the nearest cafe, filled up on a solid brunch and then hit the road to another famed Hobart location, Port Arthur.