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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.

Comments

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...
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.
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...
Kris McCracken said…
Miss Miss Beliner a genuine Berliner or a blow in?

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