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PENGUIN CROSSING |
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December,1985 |
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This is a road sign I saw in the southern island
of Tasmania.
Since I had heard that penguins come back after sunset, I waited
for them.
Sure enough, I was rewarded by the return of many penguins as
the sun sank below the horizon. To go another small island from
there, I needed to wade through the sea and climb over rocks.
I found quite a few penguin lairs there. That small island was
the most southerly part of Australia for me. I stood alone there
and shouted toward the South Pole. It was an unforgettable feeling
of exhiliration. |
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| Tasmanian nature is amazingly beautiful. As
I was rinding my motorcycle,I saw forests, rivers, mountains
and lakes. When I went to a beach with a harpoon and torch by
night, I was able to catch several flatfish and crabs. |
In my travels I met many kind people in Tasmania
as well. For example, when I was with four Aussie riders and
we could not find any hostel andstood in freezing cold rain,
an elderly lady provided us beds for the night.
People naturally start talking after making eye contact.
In Tasmania, as in other places, many a good conversation or
lasting friendship began with a smile. I realized many times
how wonderful a smile can be. |
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Upload:1998 Last update:23 May,2006 |
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Around
Oz Clockwise on a Motorcycle
Six Years from Dream
to Reality