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There is no one thoroughly despicable. We cannot descend much lower than an idiot; and an idiot has some advantages over a wise man.


Kookaburra. Knocklofty Reserve, Mount Stuart. January 2012.

Tasmania has 19 National Parks. I was happy to revisit two this past week, which is a beautiful segue into today's Sunday Top Five: The Fourteen National Parks That I Have Visited [Thus Far] In Tasmania!


That leaves five to go.
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smudgeon said…
Combine your desire to sail somewhere with a visit to Strzelecki and The Kent Group? Multi-tasking at it's best...

I'm impressed you've been to Savage River National Park...there are very few who have! Make sure you get to Mt William some time - quite a hike away, but your reward is silence, the wildlife experience of Narawntapu, and beaches on par with the best of the east coast...
22 January 2013 at 12:21
Kris McCracken said…
He's alive!!!

What's all this about a mistress in Berlin? I loved Berlin, but make sure you make some time to explore Nürnberg and surrounds.
22 January 2013 at 13:51
smudgeon said…
Next time, Nürnberg is a must. Good this is, Miss Berlin hasn't seen a lot of the places I haven't seen (it's a big planet), and Europe is like one big buffet...
26 January 2013 at 16:15
Kris McCracken said…
Miss Miss Beliner a genuine Berliner or a blow in?
5 February 2013 at 14:32
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