About Kelli Mutchler

Kelli Mutchler

Kelli Mutchler left a small, Midwest American town to prove that Yanks can, and do, chose alternative lifestyles. On the road for five years now, Kelli has tried news reporting and waitressing, bungy jumping and English teaching. Currently working with Burmese women refugees in Thailand, she hopes to pursue a MA in Global Development. Opportunities and scenes for international travel are encouraged on her blog, www.toomutchforwords.com.

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How Do You Define Adventure & What Does it Feel Like?

November 18, 2016 by  


“What do you like to do on holiday?” When asked the question for a to a trip to Trinidad & Tobago, I instantly imagined myself + good book + beach. Then I said, “Anything,” because it was also true – and sounded a lot better.

Does this mean that wandering through English literature is any less awesome than swimming up a remote jungle gorge? Or that it’s not truly bad-ass/brave (insert dramatic adjective here) if a helmet and possible death aren’t involved?

Who says exploration can’t take place in a thousand different ways, and that we can like all – or only 100 – of them? No one else can decide our limitations, or the extremes we’re capable of reaching.

So, what is Adventure?

adventure travel parasailing Queenstown

Sometimes, we use adventures to defy our age. Parasailing in New Zealand.

As always, I asked my friends for wisdom. They (and a few other famous explorers) tackled this big A-word with the same spirit they’d tackle a 134 meter bungy jump…

How do we define it?

adventure rappelling Trinidad

The phrase “outside my comfort zone” comes up almost universally. Samantha says this brings a feeling of freedom. For George Elliot, the unfamiliar physical activity is merely an action – the real adventure is within us.

To embrace new-ness requires a change in something: scene, attitude, companions or mood. That’s why Caitlin recognizes marriage and parenthood as perfect examples of this. It’s “…never knowing how you will be tested.”

“Life is either a daring adventure or nothing at all.” – Helen Keller

adventure travel parenthood camping

It can be an adventure sharing favorite experiences with new people. Camping at Lake Wanaka, New Zealand.

How do we describe it?

adventure culture Myanmar

Adventure can be J.K. Rowling’s “flighty temptress,” or the “uncomfortable things” that make Tolkien’s Hobbit late for dinner. Kelly describes it as butterflies in her stomach; butterflies that Jess says start the moment you start thinking about what lies ahead.

Her husband, Micah, likens it to a perfect photograph you see and then strive to recreate – with yourself in it.

“Adventure is synonymous with exploring!” April exclaims. To Bear Grylls, it’s the bonds we create with other people.

Maybe that’s a wedding, a new job in a foreign country, running a marathon; as Bruce points out, it’s anything we’ve never previously considered doing before, and do for no one but ourselves.

“Adventures do occur, but not punctually.” – E.M. Forster

Adventure isn’t just about high places and fast movement. Hiking near Wineglass Bay, Tasmania.

adventure travel hiking Tasmania

Adventure isn’t just about high places and fast movement. Hiking near Wineglass Bay, Tasmania.

How do we handle it?

adventure travel bungy jumping New Zealand

It’s always easier to talk about something than to act on it. So what happens when we feel those fluttery wings in our belly, or notice a challenge staring us down? What can we do to make sure Adventure remains a capital-A friend for life?

If you’re a Star Trek crew member like Leonard Nimoy, you “let the chips fall where they may.” If ‘yes’ is a key word, like it is for Courtney, you walk out the door with an open mind for anything that lies ahead.

“Adventure is going out and finding views and experiences and people you may only ever read about,” declares Trevor. And he doesn’t just mean off-the-beaten-path, but backyard style, too.

No matter how you embrace an unfamiliar opportunity, just be sure to let it shape you. Or as Judy says, “…become a better version of you.”

So, you see, they’re always looking ahead to something new and exciting. The secret is not to look back. – Norman Rockwell

adventure travel beach jump Tonga

Adventure is a week without electricity or running water, but plenty of coconuts, on Uoleva island, Tonga

What does adventure look and feel like to you?


Rappelling photo courtesy of Courtenay Rooks, Paria Springs Tours, Trinidad. 

Ten Great End of Summer Books to Read

September 2, 2016 by  


end of summer travel books

Flipping the calendar to September may signal a change in seasons, but it doesn’t mean the summer’s dead yet. With a bit of optimism and a last-minute trip – or a travel book that’s just as adventurous – you can stretch things out a little bit longer.

These ten books, both old and new, feature summer and fall jaunts — each one shows how to turn those sunshine moments into a year-round affair.

The Loose Ends List

1. The Loose Ends List, Carrie Firestone – “The end” seems faster when it’s not just the season that’s passing away, but your own grandmother. Maddie’s fun summer disappears when she finds out Gram has cancer, and wants the family to join her on a “death with dignity” cruise. Foreign destinations can’t distract Maddie from the tender lesson that goodbye is never a simple word. (Young Adult genre at it’s lovable, laughable best).

Free Air

2. Free Air, Sinclair Lewis  – 1920s America isn’t ready for a feisty heroine like Claire Boltwood. The East Coast socialite drives her dad West for relaxing scenery and (you guessed it) free air. Comical mishaps befall their journey; love blossoms between Claire and a Midwestern mechanic. Will autumn end their journey, or prove that love transcends seasons and class divides? (A vintage rom com told with typical Lewis wit).

Telling Our Way To The Sea

3. Telling Our Way To The Sea, Aaron Hirsch – Memoir meets scientific study in this story, which follows a student group to Baja Penninsula’s Sea of Cortez. While snorkeling and interacting with locals, the group examines the effects of tourism and climate change on a rare, diverse ecosystem. (Students and sea life tug at the heartstrings of anti-environmentalists).

800 Grapes

4. 800 Grapes, Laura Dave – Georgia doesn’t return to her family’s Sonoma County vineyard just for the end-of-summer harvest; she also needs to sort out her disastrous love life. While seeking solace in familiar faces, the bride-to-be learns that no relationship is that straightforward. And ‘home’ doesn’t require four walls – merely space where things make sense again. (Like a bottle of moderately priced wine, sample before judging).

Between The Woods And The Water

5. Between The Woods And The Water, Patrick Leigh Fermor – What began in 1933 as a trek from England to Constantinople (in A Time of Gifts) continues in the second of Fermor’s travel reflections. This time, the confident youth crosses the Danube and dances with gypsies during Central Europe’s hottest months. Undaunted by deadlines, he keeps walking. (A must-have on everyone’s travel library list. Promise).

Kon Tiki

6. Kon-Tiki, Thor Heyerdahl – Few academics believed Heyerdahl’s theory that Polynesians originally crossed the Pacific from Peru. So the Norwegian explorer proved it was possible, heading west with five crew members and a giant balsa raft. In August 1947, the courageous gang landed at the Tuamotu Islands, after 104 days at sea. Acclaim and awards followed. (Real diary entries read like an action-packed script).

The Vacationers

7. The Vacationers, Emma Straub – Paradise doesn’t hide human imperfections, as noted in this tale of a family vacation in Mallorca. What’s meant to be a wedding anniversary celebration quickly turns into squabbles, resentment and secrets revealed as everyone spends way too much time together. Luckily, blood bonds remain long after the harried holiday is over. (Save for after your next family reunion).

The Summer of My Greek Taverna

8. The Summer of My Greek Taverna, Tom Stone – This is one man’s love story with a place, and an example of what happens when we allow ourselves to stay. Intending to live on Patmos for a single summer, Stone meets a woman, eventually buys a taverna and stays on the Grecian isle for over two decades. Naturally, cultural challenges and tasty recipes follow. (Manly, Hellenic version of acclimation through eating).

One Summer

9. One Summer, Bill Bryson – Learn about the summer of 1927, when a series of new and exciting events forever altered America’s presence on the world stage. From Lindbergh’s flight across the Atlantic to the production of the first film with sound, those three months – and the consequences still felt today – take on new importance. (Coated with humor, this history lesson is an easy pill to swallow).

10. The Secret Chord, Geraldine Brooks — this novel is a rich and utterly absorbing novel about the life of King David, from the Pulitzer Prize–winning author of People of the Book and March.  Brooks takes on one of literature’s richest and most enigmatic figures: a man who shimmers between history and legend. Peeling away the myth to bring David to life in Second Iron Age Israel, Brooks traces the arc of his journey from obscurity to fame.

What’s on your end of summer and fall reading list?


Photographic Reflections & Burmese Ghosts

November 30, 2015 by  


Karen children near Hpa'an Myanmar

Someone once wrote that to visit Burma is to be haunted for the rest of your life. I read it in a book while traveling the country; some text that we tucked furtively behind the Lonely Planet guide so no one could see the now-forgotten title, nor learn that we might carry novels speaking candidly of the military government.

temples in Bagan Myanmar

No one had told us we needed to be so careful, but there were veiled warnings. The unnamed men who seemed to follow us in Shwebo. The merchants of Aung San Suu Kyi souvenirs, poised to dash at the slightest trouble from authorities. The youth who asked to share his honest opinions at a later meeting place – and then never turned up.

2012 election posters Myanmar

We wondered about exchanging money on the black market, medicating whatever germs were ravishing our intestines, and getting our tourist visas revoked so close to the 2012 April elections. Again, no one told us this would happen, but we’d heard stories.

Hpa'an Myanmar

And there was no need for our Western bravery, because Burma’s own citizens – emboldened by the promise of democratic voting – showed courage anew. Approaching us to whisper The Lady’s name with enthusiasm, or tacking a National League for Democracy flag onto the roof of a trishaw. Public support unimaginable even a year before.

Burmese children photographs of Myanmar

Now, while the country votes in its first general election since then, I’m haunted by this quote, and our travels there. I’m haunted by all the questions I never asked. All the things I was afraid to say.

fisherman on Inle Lake Myanmar

The country’s borders officially opened to tourism in 1996, yet entire ethnic regions were still prohibited to travelers in 2012. And so I’m also haunted by the places we could not see, the cultures hidden, like our books, behind more acceptable imagery.

Buddha under construction Bago Myanmar

The ghosts of our travels tease me with the lingering flavor of le payey, sweet tea, and the weary sigh of overloaded buses as they spewed out a thousand extra passengers and bags of market vegetables.

markets in Kalaw Myanmar

I can still feel the bony weight of the grandmother who climbed into my lap in a packed minibus from Mandalay to Kalaw; and on certain foggy mornings, my eyes play tricks with clouds and rice paddies that no longer exist.

trishaws in Tachileik Myanmar

I’m reminded of passport checks on the borders of nations unrecognized by the U.N., the barefoot children who kicked a soccer ball as well as my boyfriend, the scarlet stains of betelnut on broken pavement slabs.

monks play soccer in Halin Myanmar

Memories mute my words and muddle my opinions – the very thing a travel blogger is always supposed to have in good, loud supply.

But that, in its own way, is my experience of the country now commonly called Myanmar. A place that politely shirks all the opinions you lined up against it, holds them before proud faces rubbed with thanaka, challenges each one with an easy smile and respectfully passes them back to you.

abandoned monestaray Inle Lake Myanmar

I have loved a thousand destinations and frequently declare my will to return to them all someday. But only Burma taunts me in daydreams and news headlines, outdated library books and the occasional golden egg curry.

monk in Shwebo Myanmar

Only Burma sends its ghosts after me, reminding me that even with an eternity to travel, I will never fully appreciate the place it is, nor understand the country it could be.

Full Moon Festival in Bago Myanmar

New Zealand Travel: A Helicopter Journey To Cecil Peak

June 22, 2015 by  


Lake Wakatipu Queenstown New Zealand

Queenstown’s aluminum roofs shrink to bread boxes, then postcards, as we gain height; at 4,500 feet, it’s a crumb-sized civilization clinging to Lake Wakatipu’s eastern shore.

Mountains hedge in these neighborhoods from the uninhabited land beyond, and I cannot decide if I’m terrified of what I see (always have been a nervous flier) or enraptured (only a handful of eyes have witnessed this view today).

For some reason, I’m reminded of Tolkien’s classic quote, “Not all who wander are lost.”  There are five helicopter companies in town, each one offering some variation of a Lord of The Rings tour and winging visitors over the improbably real landscapes used for filming.

But we are ignoring his wisdom and trying to fall off the map today.

Over The Top helicopters Lake Wakatipu

It’s my thirtieth birthday present: an unspecified length of afternoon at an undisclosed location, accessible only by rotor blade.

helicopter Lake Wakatipu

And even though locals moan about Queenstown’s busy roundabouts, and visitors complain about it’s over-crowded sidewalks, all that human bustle disappears if you venture just a few miles from town.

One moment, my hands clench the leather seat cushion as Over The Top’s black chopper zooms illogically upward. Seconds later, confident fingers click the camera as Cecil Peak’s rocky stubble passes beneath us.

Cecil Peak Queenstown New Zealand

It’s an awkward scramble out of the helicopter. Though my shoulders are far from the circling blades, their impatient wind tickles my neck and turns me into a hunchback.

“See you in a few hours,” the pilot shouts over the engine and waves goodbye.


As the black underbelly flies off like some unnatural insect, we become strangers planted on foreign soil. Our only form of communication is a walkie talkie left behind.

Is this what abandonment felt like to the country’s original settlers?

But Hadyn has packed a picnic lunch with all the comforts of our Kiwi home: Just Juice bubbles, brie and smoked chicken, water crackers and hummus, cider and Donovan’s feijoa chocolate.

picnic on Cecil Peak

Mid-February means late afternoon shivers, but this high up, I have to roll back the sleeves of my sweater. Forever aware of the Southern Hemisphere’s fickle ozone, we build a base camp with golfing umbrella and blanket.

Cecil Peak Queenstown

The beverages are stowed among pebbles, in water so clear it is almost imperceptible. My eyes casually search for the forgotten debris of other visitors, but all we find is a rusty can, many meters away. Again, I feel that we are the first explorers to leave footprints on this part of the mountain.

“How many people do you think have been here?” I wonder aloud. My boyfriend is not sure. Could I count them on one hand? “Possibly,” he assumes.

Cecil Peak lake

Had the helicopter remained on the peak, our pilot would have silenced the machine – its hum quickly replaced by wind through bushes, the occasional cry of a hungry gull, the distant splash of a small mountain waterfall.

panoramic view Cecil Peak

The peak is named after a son of William Rees, Welsh pioneer and Queenstown founder. But the little lake we’ve used as a fridge has no title. None of these humps and outcroppings, as far as we know, appear on any atlas.

family helicopter trip Queenstown

I love that. To be here with my family, in a secret square of my favorite country, has created a new standard of birthday surprise. Where will we go for my 31st? What untrod ground will we discover?

getting lost on Cecil Peak Queenstown

The very very best part of the celebration is another surprise: the realization that, though we’ve moved to Queenstown for the indefinite future, we have by no means exhausted our list of things ‘to-do’. Every good pioneer pushes into new environments, especially when doubts linger.

Over The Top helicopters – famous for their excursions to the world’s highest golf hole – offers a range of regional scenic flights, as well as bespoke tours for special interests and events. Flights run year-round; visit their website for more information on all the places you can get lost in New Zealand.

Some photos courtesy of Hadyn Fitzpatrick. 

Reasons Why the Charm of New Zealand Will Steal Your Heart

January 31, 2015 by  


How do you measure the smallness of a town? Count the blocks between its borders, the farm animals grazing in residential front yards? Or how often “the usual” gets ordered at the corner cafe?

After moving to tiny, twee Arrowtown, I began collecting the characteristics of New Zealand’s littlest places. Daily walks to town highlighted things that I could only associate with those miniscule dots on the South Island map.

small town New Zealand

Which seems just fine to the folks who live here. They’re proud of rural roots and hospitality. Let three-quarters of the population flood the North Island. Remote survival is just one of the many reasons they – and I – love small town New Zealand.

small town New Zealand

Plus a few reasons more:

1. You don’t need to look before crossing the street.

2. And you don’t need to lock your front door at night.

3. Or your car doors, either.

Arrowtown New Zealand

4. Strangers can be trusted to watch the horse/bicycle/baby you’ve left outside the shops for a second.

5. Of course, no one is a stranger once you say “hello” and initiate a conversation.

6. And you say “hello” to everyone.

7. Town halls still serve a purpose.

8. Though, in practice, the corner pub becomes the town hall on weekends.

Colac Bay tavern New Zealand

9. It’s OK to go barefoot everywhere.

10. Or wear your gumboots.

11. Everyone has a hobby displayed in their garden or window.

12. The mom-and-pop cafes sell these mom-and-pop crafts.

jandal fence New Zealand

13. Or stick them in highly public places.

14. Kids still play outside.

15. Yep, you can say “hi” to them, too.

small town New Zealand

16. The library only has 500 books, yet the rental limit is 100.

17. Sometimes, you can’t find things at the local dairy, because produce is transported and eaten seasonally. Limes disappear for weeks at a time, and peppers cost $6 in the winter.

18. Street side shopping is a sustainable alternative. Drop your coins into the Honesty Box and go organic.

honesty box New Zealand

19. And even though every cafe sells classic pies and sausage rolls, you can also find regional specialties like grass-fed venison and green lipped oysters.

20. The woman who cuts your hair lives next door to the uncle of that kid you went to school with who now dates your second cousin.

21. At least two other second (or third) cousins live down the road.

22. As do random Kiwi celebrities. An actor, ex-All Black or the country’s richest businessman may be your next door neighbor.

cafe small town New Zealand

23. People plant fruit trees.

24. That rustling in the bush can never be anything more dangerous than a rabbit.

25. Each town features a creative motto and a well-tended ANZAC (Australia & New Zealand Army Corps) memorial.

Arrowtown New Zealand

26. And sometimes, they add a bizarre, yet loveable, giant statue.

27. It’s safe to hitchhike from town to town.

28. It’s legal to drink in public.

29. And community events literally include the whole community – all 127 members.

Long Lunch Arrowtown

What do you love about small town New Zealand? 

Top photo credit only: NewZealandtradelinks.com.

Parasailing Over Queenstown New Zealand

November 10, 2014 by  


Parachutes have a way of eliminating excess weight – like the leftover pounds of a post-pregnant mother, or the unwanted ounces of one visitor’s recent addiction to hokey pokey ice cream. Even the heavy winter coats we wear for a season that never seems to end. All these burdens are temporarily forgotten under one massive yellow safety net.

Painted on the parachute are two eyes, a smile and the name of this vacation paradise, Queenstown. As Rock unfurls it behind the Paraflights boat, I wonder how this flimsy sheet can actually carry two full-grown women.

parasailing Queenstown Paraflights

“Doesn’t look so bad,” Mom shouts over the motor, though she and I are obviously thinking  slightly less confident thoughts. The curse of the Adrenaline Amateur is to always hope something natural will cancel your adventure, before your terrified bladder does.

But she’s right, this looks survivable. As the other two passengers – Dunedin uni students in a shocking ensemble of shorts and t-shirts – gracefully glide back to deck, I agree with the pilot, Quinn. “Yes, we’re ready!”

parasailing Queenstown Paraflights

Harnessed next to Mom, I count back to the last time I did anything ‘extreme’ in town. Though it’s nicknamed Adrenalin Capital of the World, my last forays into wildness seem like eons ago, before I had a baby. Before we ‘settled’ down in New Zealand.

Bungy jumping, paragliding, river surfing . . . “Just remember, stand when you land,” Rock instructs.

. . . The world’s biggest bungy swing . . . A gust of wind lifts us elegantly off the boat.

. . . And now parasailing, I think as my toes dangle higher and higher above Lake Wakitipu.

parasailing Queenstown dog

It’s quiet up here. We should be yammering about the altitude and keeping a firm grip on the rigging, but mom and I are silenced by the dramatic scenery. I think we’re also secretly pleased not to have swore aloud as the parachute pulled us into the air.

Some six hundred feet in the sky, we are unencumbered by gravity or her impending departure; my easing post-natal nightmares, the washing I will need to do later . . .  Just us. The way we see ourselves, I suppose. Young, brave, witty, free.

It’s only fifteen minutes but feels like an hour. Quinn points the boat back toward Queenstown, teasing us with a narrowly-missed dip into Wakipitu’s freezing waters. “Stand as you land!” Rock reminds us.

parasailing Queenstown

Naturally, we crash onto deck in an exuberant pile of arms and legs and laughter.

Maybe it’s not the parachutes, but the outrageous things themselves that make us weightless. Whether they remove a layer of adult responsibility from a new parent’s shoulders, or remind the worrier how much fun a little risk can be. Perhaps they even give us an excuse to giggle like kids again. Something worth doing every single day . . .

(Queenstown Paraflights operates year-round from the town pier. One – four folks can fly at any time, weight depending. Prices vary. To make a booking or watch the ungainly landing of other tourists, just follow that big yellow face in the sky).

Photo credit: Parasailing images courtesy of Queenstown Paraflights.


Headhunters On My Doorstep by J. Maarten Troost

July 2, 2014 by  


Headhunters On My Doorstep, by J. Maarten Troost

Auki warned us about the gelatinous creatures we’d discovered in tide pools along ‘Eua’s coral shelf. The sea slugs had always been part of the Tongan’s diet, with natives picking and eating sustainably. But now, aid and corporate funds from China had purchased the foreign investor free license to over-consume and threaten the islands’ delicate ecosystem.

This is one of many reasons why Tonga – and the South Pacific – are hailed as the “last frontier” in tourism.

Tonga now faces the same challenges as destinations in the Caribbean and Central Asia: how to protect its unique culture from an influx of outsiders, while improving infrastructure to draw in tourism money, and carefully balancing growth without destroying the scenes such travelers are desperate to see.

Headhunters On My Doorstep – J. Maarten Troost, 2013

Robert Louis Stevenson

Robert Louis Stevenson. Photo credit: Wikipedia – University of Edinburgh.

You can only imagine how exotic and pristine these isolated countries must have appeared to early expatriots, such as the renowned Scottish author, Robert Louis Stevenson.

After penning the classics Treasure Island and Kidnapped, a deteriorating health condition sent Stevenson sailing through the South Pacific in search of warmer climes. Troost, though never a huge fan of the Scot’s writing, decides to follow Stevenson’s route on his own journey of self-improvement. Only Troost isn’t struggling with weak lungs, he’s battling alcoholism.

From the Marquesas to Kiribati, Troost’s cocktail-temptation-trail between remote island chains is only slightly less difficult than Stevenson’s original route. With his usual ability to turn small details into entertaining anecdotes, Troost faces devious gold smugglers, starving sharks and the ghosts of old islanders. A bit more candid than in his previous South Pacific narratives (read: The Sex Lives of Cannibals, Getting Stone With Savages), the author returns to familiar settings in order to compare how they – and he – have changed over the decades.

The result could be ‘yet another South Seas story’ of predictable fact and wit; luckily, Troost’s personal demons and Stevenson-influenced itinerary turn Headhunters into something slightly more than expected.

Most of the titles on Longitude’s list study heavier subjects of social, political and economic impact. While Headhunters seeks to compare environmental and emotional instability in some of the Pacific’s most unique locations, it does so with a quick but lighthearted perspective guaranteed to educate the reader without becoming overtly academic.

Plus, though Troost’s movements and style may seem rambling at times, they subtly reaffirm Stevenson’s own motto for travel: “Sometimes the journey is more important than the destination.”

Pele Vanuatu

Pele, Vanuatu. Photo credit: Nicky Fernandes, Flickr – Boat Boys.

Why it’s relevant to travel in 2014:

Auki was right; there are few other destinations in the world so physically removed from modern society that the sheer tyranny of this distance protects regional identity. Flights and ferries to the South Pacific don’t run frequently, or on time. Travel here is dictated not by man-made schedules, but by tides, storm fronts and the whim of locals. Though previous attempts at colonization – through whaling and trading, missionary work, and goodwill aid efforts – have already brought about noticeable damage to cultures and environment, optimistic efforts at preservation are growing.

It may sound hypocritical to trumpet a location’s delicate natural beauty, then prompt travelers to rush there. But, if you believe in tropical paradise and want to experience it before it’s destroyed, follow Stevenson and Troost to the south seas.

“This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be; Home is the sailor, home from the sea…” – Robert Louis Stevenson

The Uniqueness of Tasmania Compared to Other Aussie States

June 15, 2014 by  


Welcome to Tasmania, the place of two heads, snaggle teeth and webbed feet. An assortment of unflattering body parts that supposedly separate inbred Tasmanians from the rest of Australia. However mercilessly the Mainlanders may laugh at the island, locals shrug it off with a stoic pioneer spirit. During my six months here, I’ve realized that they’ll gladly trade a little laughter in order to keep secret the paradise that is their home.

How do you actually distinguish Tasmania from other Aussie states? The devil is, quite literally, in the details.

1. Loony Toons’ spinning maniac isn’t far from the real thing. Tasmanian Devils are noisy carnivores with sharp teeth and a ferocious jaw. Rarely seen in the wild, the Devil population has been slowly declining due to an incurable facial tumor. Make a difference by adopting a devil, or purchasing one of the many souvenirs that donate a percentage of sales to the Save The Tasmanian Devil appeal.

2. With a human population of about 512,00, it doesn’t take many visitors to make a crowd. In 2013, a record 1 million tourists explored the state – a number slightly less than Tasmania’s total population of sheep. Join the journey on the newly-created tourist highway, The Great Eastern Drive, which will rival mainland’s Great Ocean Road.

Cascade Brewery Tasmania

3. Regional alliances aren’t based on politics; instead, they’re shaped by beer. Southerns swear by the striped mascot of Cascade’s Tasmanian Tiger, while Northerners sip up the ales of James Boag’s. Why the dividing boundary? Cascade, Australia’s oldest beer, is brewed down in Hobart, and Boag’s is bottled in Launceston, up top. Taste a bit of local flavor with Cascade Draught or Boag’s Wizard Smith Ale, two unique beverages only available within the state.

4. The main road between the two largest cities, Launceston (or “Lonnie,” as the natives call it) and Hobart, is a one lane highway. Expect to travel it in fits and starts, as your route is slowed by road-killed wallabies, suddenly changing speed limits, nervous tourists in camper vans and neighborhood farmers chugging home in tractors.

road signs Tasmania

5. Shopping can still be done at roadside folding tables. Hand-painted advertisements for cray pots, potatoes and sheep poo line the winding highways, with tin can collection jars acting as cash registers. Need used books or Tassie Devil oven mitts? For another rural shopping experience, swing past Shop in the Bush, a lonely bric-a-brac store on the outskirts of the Blue Tier Forest.

6. The hottest event of the summer will not be the 2014 Fifa World Cup, but the United Nation’s decision to uphold Tasmania’s World Heritage site. The Tasmanian Wilderness is one of the largest conservation areas in Australia, covering nearly 1/5 of the island. The federal government has petitioned the UN to reduce the size of the site in order to increase logging. Keep an eye on the news in mid-June, when a decision on the Tasmanian Wilderness will be made at the 38th World Heritage Committee session.

Port Arthur Tasmania

7. The most popular and recognizable style of architecture is Convict. While Britain’s transportation policies to the mainland ended in the 1850s , Tasmania remained a penal colony until the 1870s. The bricks and mortar of this recent history are evident around the island, especially in jail settlements like the infamous Port Arthur. Built on the edge of the Tasman Peninsula, this was a prison within a prison, a place where eternal punishment destroyed rehabilitation. Explore the grounds of Port Arthur with a sense of reverence; nearly 130 years after the final prisoner was flogged here, Australia experienced it’s biggest public massacre when a gunman opened fire and killed 35 people.

8. Thanks to a rich soil and the ban of all genetically modified crops, Tasmania is an agricultural haven. Savor salty Pacific oysters, succulent Cape Grim beef, aromatic wheels of King Island brie and crisp red apples – the fruit behind Tasmania’s nickname, “The Apple Isle.” With multiple wine, cider and microbrewery trails, it’s quickly becoming a gastronomic destination. Don’t stop at the food stuffs; try Lark, a distillery product that just won the title of “World’s Best Single Malt Whiskey.”

Freycinet National Park Tasmania

9. People often refer to the island as “the New Zealand of Australia” because it’s smaller, more scenic, more colloquial, and all jokes involve sheep and cousins. Much like residents of Alaska or the Isle of Man, folks relate foremost to the soil beneath their feet, and not the nearby mother country. To be Tasmanian is to protect a parcel of land so wealthy in history, wildlife and natural resources, that insulting generalizations are simply empty sentences. Look closely and you’ll see, the joke is really on those unlucky folks stuck on the mainland. 

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