Tasmania is hellish. Unknown to most, mocked by mainlanders and loved by those with an affinity for raw, unforgiving nature. Following our semester at the Uni of Melbourne, three of us set out to the mysterious island to tackle what is considered one of the world’s finest treks. For nine days straight we endured rain, hail, and snow as we beat our soggy boots down the Overland Track. What we discovered was a humbling wilderness, a tarp wrapped German named Rob, and a down-to-earth people quick to offer a cold crafty and wallaby pizza. Next time we’ll stick to summer hiking.

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