“Words and pictures don’t do any of this justice”
“So Many things can go wrong here. Murphy’s law galore”
The young American man woke up early for his adventure. He had everything he thought he’d need; clothing, food, Teffilin and siddur, and other knick-knacks. After weeks of anticipation, he was finally setting out into the brisk early morning to catch a flight to
Things are never simple for the young American man as many of you know. He expected this. Two major things bothered the young man; the size of his bag and whether he’d be allowed to bring canned fish into
Of course, the bags wound up being an issue- with all three young men in fact. With only one 15kg bag they could check in and only one 10kg carry on each, they shuffled their things around to see if it would work. The young man simply had to give up a canister of oatmeal and some rice to make his bag weigh exactly 10kg. The others still had to pay an overweight fee.
Though the size of the bag could still ruin the whole trip
Lo-and-behold even as the young man approached the very gate he was stopped because 
his bag was too bulky. He had to move to the side of the line and stuff his siddur, gloves, beanie, hat, and both teffilins into his sweater and jacket pockets. When he re-approached the gate he was poofed up in the oddest fashion, but his bag sure as heck made it through.
He walked right out onto the tarmac. The planes around him had their engines revving and the smell of petrol snuck into the young man’s nose. He was finally on his way!
Flight was an hour long
He slept most of the way
When he landed he descended the steps onto the tarmac again. The cool morning air felt nice against his 
cheeks and the Tasmanian sun was crystal clear. Into the small airport he went.
Into quarantine
Test # two
Will he be able to bring in his tuna?
One by one they bring their bags past the dog
Now his
Sniff sniff sniff
Pass!
They waited by the luggage carousel for their bag. A sniffer dog hopped right on the carousel to sniff all the bags. He’d sniff it, and walk right over to the next. When there weren’t any bags the dog would prop his front legs on the side and simply keep up w/ the carousel only with his hind-legs. If a bag was no good, he’d just sit down briefly and get awarded a treat as the bag was removed.
Quick taxi ride to
Wow
beauty of the city; the way it seems sleepily centered on the lake and extends upwards in the hills creating a bowl made of houses, half-filled w/ water. A huge bridge connects the two sides of the city and as one crosses over they can see Mt Wellington towering in the background. Along with all the ships and sailboats in the water,
Get to the bus stop
Shaacharis and explore!
The young man left the bus stop. The place seemed more like a small town than a city. People were walking the streets bundled up in scarves because of the chilly air. He made turned the corner and discovered a farmer’s market. The young man decided he’d see what goods he could buy for his trip. He walked down. It was still morning and 
the sun shown low and right into this little area filled w/ honey, fruits, vegetables, and even nuts. He looked all around the booths until he found bags of carrots for $3 a bag. The young man picked up the bag and fiddled around for some coins. A little Asian girl, perhaps ten years old, came up to him, “Excuse me sir how can I help you?” The young man looked down and smiled at the charm in her polite voice, “I would like a bag of carrots.” “That’ll be three dollars. Would you like a bag?” “Yes please.” The young man gave her one two dollar coin and one one dollar coin. “Have a nice day!” she said as he left the market with his good bag of carrots.
The bus arrived
A large 21 passenger van type thing
With a compartment in tow luggage
They loaded their stuff and were off!
That is until the bus broke down right around the corner
No time to fix it
So they called another bus
A coach bus
A whole coach bus for six people
Riding in comfort
They rode and rode through the Tasmanian land. They trio was dropped off by a crossroad where a 21 passenger picked them up for the second leg of the journey; to the national park visitor center. The whole way the driver told them facts about the place and how now the whales are migrating. Maybe they would see one.
“Whales” the young man thought,
“Seeing that would make my whole trip.”
They left what they didn’t need at the center
Packed their backpacks
And headed the 4 kilometers to the trail
Walking down the road was exciting. They could officially call themselves backpackers now, carrying their entire week comfortably on themselves. But walking on the road is still boring. It was the hike they wanted to be doing! One of the young man’s contemporaries decided to stick out his thumb at a passing pick-up truck. The young man passively protested the gesture, “Come on, they’re not gonna—“
The truck eased on its brakes
It stopped for them!
The young man couldn’t believe it. The woman inside asked where they were headed. They asked if she could take 
them to the car-park down the road. “I can take ya as far as the bend.” She said.
They hopped into the back
The truck drove
This only happens in the movies!
She made it to the bend and turned to the side of the road. The three hopped off and thanked her for the ride. She responded w/ ‘no worries’ and ‘take care now’ and turned around. They marched on.
They made it to the car park
Filled up on water
Last filtered water they’d have for a while
Thanks to the bus breaking down they were tight on time. They needed to make to 
They lost
Nothing but torches to light the way
As they trekked to the beach they could hear the sound of the waves drawing closer. They finally 
reached a clearing and the young man’s face was hit with mist and the smell of the sea. Amidst the darkness and roar of the waves they decided to pitch tent right on the beach for lack of a better option.
A full moon was making its way over the mountains
They got the tent set up. The young man changed his undershirt to sleep in something fresh and dry. It was entirely to dim to see anything and he remained ignorant of the beach’s surroundings.
Time to eat
The young man popped open a can of tuna, some Pringles, and a boiled egg. He also threw in a carrot for some vitamin A and to feel fuller. His companions also took out whatever foodstuffs they had brought and dined in the darkness. His older contemporary had brought ethanol, some metal cups and holders and made a little stove to boil water. He boiled potatoes, radishes and carrots as well and made himself soup! It was certainly bland, but out there everything seems scrumptious. He also brought candles to read which proved excellent illumination for the tent. The young man was impressed by his friend’s forward thinking.
Time to sleep
Seven o’clock and dark. There is not much to do other than sleep, especially in anticipation for an early and long day to follow. The young man wasn’t able to secure a sleeping bag fit for the elements, but he brought along a sheet and blanket along with the bag he did get and hoped for the best.
He fell asleep to the sound of the waves quite warm
Until he awoke later
Because it was quite cold
Finally dawn came
The true start of their adventure
And the scene he beheld when he emerged from that tent…
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