In the year 2000, just after finishing primary school, my mum drove my brother and I down to Tasmania to live for a year. Fifteen years later, mum asked me to join her on a twelve day road trip around the island state. Knowing me, I was riddled with a cold within two days, sneezing my brains out, but it was enjoyable nonetheless.

While a beautiful place, I found it quite isolating at times, especially when we drove out to Gordon Dam and back. There was probably less than five cars on that road for over an hour of driving, along with the gloomy weather.

I'll let the pictures do the talking.