It’s hard to believe that commercial trekking has existed for less than 50 years in Nepal. Everest Base Camp has become a name that encompasses almost all trekking ambitions, and Kathmandu has ballooned into a city that barely fits its own clothes.
But even in just five decades the trekking landscape in Nepal has evolved enormously. In recent years wifi has sneaked into the mountains and valleys, and roads have all but devoured the famed Annapurna Circuit, which was once the most popular trek in Nepal. If the Circuit is close to dead, however, the Annapurnas are not. Annapurna Base Camp has lost none of its lure, and new trekking routes are arising, including Kopra Ridge. Continue reading
Those who’ve been following this blog until now will know the importance I place on introducing children to the outdoors, hopefully generating a love for the natural world and confidence in their own self-sufficiency.
Last week I spent four days hiking with my 10-year-old daughter, climbing to the summit of Frenchmans Cap, one of the most prominent mountains in Tasmania. I then took my eight-year-old son for a three-day hike around Freycinet Peninsula, circuiting its beaches and crossing the summit of Mt Graham. Continue reading
Think of great mountains across northern Tasmania and most people think only of Cradle Mountain. But to reach Cradle Mountain, you invariably drive past another imposing and isolated line of rock that is the breastplate of Mt Roland, a mountain that’s arguably the equal of its more famous neighbour.
To most who drive through here, Mt Roland is just windscreen scenery, a moment of ‘I wonder what that mountain is called’, before it’s forgotten in the quest to reach Dove Lake and Cradle Mountain. Continue reading
Narawntapu National Park is rather fancifully known as the ‘Serengeti of Tasmania’ for the profusion of its wildlife. The critters in this park on Tasmania’s north coast, once known less romantically as Asbestos Range National Park, aren’t lions or elephants, but most commonly wallabies and wombats that browse each dawn and dusk through its open, grassy plains.
A few days ago, approaching dusk, I lay in the grass and flowers observing this wombat, one of around half-a-dozen that were in sight. I lay still for so long that the wombat eventually forgot I was there. As it grazed, it moved to within a metre of where I lay, the sound of the tearing grass growing louder as it came. Something happened, something outside of the wombat and me – a twitch in the wind? the distant movement of a wallaby? – and the wombat bolted. It did so without looking up and, before I had a chance to move, it ran headlong into my camera and my shoulder.
I’d been attacked (of sorts) in the Serengeti and I lived to tell the tale…
A new year brings both expectation and introspection. With 2014 rumbling into view and 2013 somewhere back behind us, I’ve suddenly realised just how much travelling I did in the last 12 months. As I think back, a few moments and places stand out as high points in another itinerant year. Here are my 13 travel highlights from 2013. Continue reading