Tasmania :: Day 08 Huon Bush Retreat :: Hasting Caves and Thermal Baths


I woke up quite early and had a hot refreshing shower. Even the wallabies were surprised to see me being awake so early in the morning. After my shower, I retreated back into my tent. The flies were buzzing first. As the sun rose a little higher, the birds stirred from their slumber. Yellow tailed black cockatoos finally made their appearance and they were very noisy indeed. Despite that, Thomas slept in.

Hastings Cave was the children’s first cave experience. As it was quite a popular tourist attraction, we could only purchase timed tickets that also came with a guide. It was quite cool in there and we needed our waterproof jackets to keep warm. There were many steps. There were no bats or glow worms in here. There was a constant random pattern of water drip dripping but it didn't smell damp. The guide gave us the opportunity to touch mineral formation of the cave but we cannot touch the rest as the oil in our hands damages them. The texture didn't feel any different to touching a flat rock but the feeling was of privilege.







The thermal spring was not what I expected.  My experience with thermal springs were in Malaysia whereby you can cook an egg with the heat, and Budapest where the water was quite warm. This one looked like a normal swimming pool at 28 degrees Celsius.  There were lots of flies, wasps and bugs outside and in the water. Surrounding the pool were barbeque area and lawn area

Once Ella Mae rescued a lady bird from downing, we started rescuing all the bugs. We met a family whose older daughter was called Ella May and younger son was called Thomas. Both sets of kids were impressed.

We went on the platypus walk but didn’t’ spot any. We saw three trout. There was a thermal spring tap, to experience the difference between normal and thermal water. The children stayed here for a while, pressing the buttons. I was very excited by a Macleay's swallowtail as it floated by. 

We wanted to visit to Ida railway but it was closed. 

As we drove on the road back to our campsite, the children were looking forward to the dips and lumps.

We made dinner and met the most amazing family. The father was a British Indian mix and the mother was Indian. Their 4 grown children, their partners and a couple of grandchildren were there too. Some of them stayed in tents and the parents stayed in the cabin. We had a good time connecting with them. The children enjoyed their company too especially their esky.


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