Bruny Island (part one)

Carlos and I just got home from our first Aussie camping trip to Bruny Island. Getting there was easy: we drove for about 45 minutes to the Kettering ferry, hopped onboard and within 20 minutes were there. Only an hour of travel but we were transported to another world entirely. Bruny is remote. It’s an island off an island off an island for god’s sake. Wind swept beaches, dense, wet rainforest and grassy pastures compose the 100k stretch from the northern to southern tip. There were many expanses where I felt like NO ONE else was on Bruny. Dirt roads connect “towns” which consist of no more than a community hall and general store. Only about 600 people live on the island and most visitors check out the island from the water on tourist boats. It was just us, our new ute and the animals we encountered.




And while there aren’t many people on Bruny, those who are farm or make some of the best produce we’ve had in Tassie. Naturally we turned our visit into a culinary treasure hunt. In between biking, hiking and swimming, Carlos and I found our way to all of the food producers on the island to snack or buy items for our dinners. For our first day we lunched on smoked trout sandwiches from Bruny Island Smoke House and ate grilled wallaby burgers and salad for dinner. The next morning we  ate breakfast  on the beach of freshly picked strawberries, loganberries and raspberries from the Bruny Island Berry Farm and had a picnic lunch of smoked wallaby and Bruny Island Cheese with fresh bread. That evening after a couple of hikes we feasted on an appetizer of Get Shucked oysters and Cloudy Bay lamb (about 10k from where our tent was), a bottle of Bruny Island Premium Wine and Bruny Fudge for dessert. Before heading out on Tuesday we stopped again at Bruny Island Cheese for pizza and an elderberry milkshake. It was SO good and as local as you can get.

Get Shucked Oyster shack

Get Shucked Oyster shack


Wallaby burgers on the campfire

Freshly picked summer fruit from Bruny Island Berry farm

Freshly picked summer fruit from Bruny Island Berry farm

Breakfast on the beach

Breakfast on the beach

The privacy of it all was surreal and I got the impression from the food producers that they were a bit perturbed at tourists for disrupting their island solitude. No one really wanted to chat– and that’s just as well because in between eating we had many an adventure to fill our days….


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