An island off of an island: Bruny Island, Tasmania


I saw this on Pinterest – The Neck, on Bruny Island, and it immediately became a place we had to see. The good news was that we were already planning on heading down to Bruny to visit a friend who’s an Oyster Farmer on the rural island.


We followed the sign that said “Adventure Bay,” and found clear, crisp, light blue ocean, with few to no people around. In the van we passed chocolate factories, cheese tasting, and berry picking, it was rural perfection.


We made our way to the very bottom of the island to Cloudy Bay, where we would be visiting the friends. We waited around, lazing in the van and swimming in the ocean until Rob’s childhood friends came barreling down the dirt road. Watching these lifelong friends catch up for a surf while the sun was setting and the wind was blowing through the grass was all kinds of beautiful. (If you look carefully, you can see three dots in the water – that’s them!) 🙂


The next day, we decided to take the road out to the Bruny Island lighthouse. I couldn’t help but be in awe of the history – this towering light-giver has surely seen it’s fair share of storms.


Bruny is an untouched, completely magical place. In and out of cell phone service, dirt roads and little to no population, you often find yourself almost alone on the pristine beaches.


There’s something so perfect when everyone forgoes their instant messages and comes together to hang out for an uninterrupted escape from reality.


I learned how to shuck an oyster, I tasted true fire roasted mussels, and laughed around a fire with some seriously wonderful people.


On the way back to the mainland Tasmania, we decided to take a road right through the middle of the bottom half of Bruny – known for seeing Albino Kangawalahops. (aka, Walabis.) No such luck for us this time, but I guess we’ll just have to go back.


Taking a quick hike on our way out, we stopped halfway down a track from Adventure Bay to stand in awe of the majestic rocky capes. There’s so much unspoken history in this place, and it’s not even a thought on most peoples travel radar. (Which is probably a good thing…)

I drove away from Bruny feeling incredibly privileged, that I, little old Canadian Em, got to experience such a unique and beautiful place.



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