25 February – Day 3

Hello again. This is going to be written in installments because I don’t want to leave anything out from our time here in Tasmania. For the first time since our group met (probably exactly a month by the time I get this posted) we have individual rooms for the most part. Even at our apartments we are in open lofts and pull out couches. Don’t get me wrong, the apartments in Byron Bay, hostels in various cities, and camping out are great, but there is something to be said for a large, warm bed in a closed room. Don’t worry, my window is open so I can get my dose of nature. There are about 6 of us that have what I think are queen size beds in a room WITH a door! Also on a hygiene note I took one of the best showers of my life today, from my experience in Oz you get consistent hot water OR water pressure. Finally had both this evening and enjoyed all 5 minutes of it. Trying to be environmentally conscious in the shower department is a skill I am slowly acquiring. This was day 3, night 2 in the southernmost state in Australia. If you take a look at “Tassie” (Aussies love their abbreviations) on a map, one will see large amounts of green and very few dots indicating population centers.

Listening to: All Eyez On Me vs. Bittersweet Symphony - 2Pac and The Aranbee Pop Symphony Orchestra (DJ Hero Soundtrack) Yes…I have the whole thing on my iTunes.

I will hopefully get pictures up simultaneously with this blog post, because where we went today was absolutely beautiful. Initially we just saw a “lake” surrounded by mountains, but slowly learned an ugly truth about this body of water that is more rightly named a “reservoir”. What used to be Lake Pedder is now called Huon-Serpentine Impoundment (the greens were really happy about the dam....) after the “hydros” (hydroelectric power companies) dammed the lake along with two other lakes in the area to create a large reservoir for hydroelectric energy and recreational activities. This story should be on the international circuit because it has everything that international media craves: corruption, murder, sabotage, deceit, and big money corporations. After learning all of the history behind the stunning scene we were taking in, it took on a bit of a different meaning and continued to illustrate the fight that goes on the world over between environmentalists and the government/big businesses. We headed back down the mountains a bit to our lodging arrangements and thus ended Day 3 in Tasmania! Oh, and there were some platypus sightings today behind our rooms.

26 February – Day 4

Well, another day of paradise in the books. Today we took about a 6k hike up Mt. Field in Mt. Field National Park, we saw some interesting geological formations that caused little cirque lakes to form all over the mountain. We did have the option of swimming in the one at the bottom if we chose to do so. Coming into our Tasmanian excursion, we were all expecting snow, ice, war, rapture, famine, tsunamis (this actually almost happened), locust swarms, and various other natural disasters in this state. I think I might have taken a little bit of liberty with that last part, but I will leave that up to you. At any rate, we moved on to the Styx (yes, like the band) Forest which is a forest preserve but it just goes to show you, even when you protect something, people want more. The entrance sign reads "Welcome to the Styx State Forest: Big Tree Forest Reserve", the ladder part has been modified to read "ONE Big Tree ReserveD". Granted there are some huge trees (80+ meters, that's about 263 feet for those playing at home) but the park caters to the general public, not your typical conservationist. After checking out really big trees, we headed down to a nice river to have another swim. Neither of the two swimming experiences have been exactly warm, but just the experience of swimming below the 40th parallel has some form of weird pleasure to me. Saw my first platypus today, good times. That is the day in a nutshell, next!

Listening to: Vicarious - TOOL

27 February – Day 5

Ahh, I could live in this place FOREVER. Today we headed out to the Florentine forest to check out the protester camp that is situated in the middle of a logging road that the companies are trying to push through to reach a group of trees they want.

We spent about 45 minutes touring their camp and hearing their "war" stories. They have what are called 'tree seats' which are about 20m off the ground and are attached to a rope that is interconnected with about 20 other things. There are about 6 of these that will be occupied when the logging companies/police come through on a raid so that if they want to get through, they have to cut the rope. If the rope is cut, 6 people are killed at the hands of the logging companies and police. Needless to say, you have to be a pretty intense person to take a seat on one of these contraptions. The media is always on hand for the raids so this would never be done for obvious consequences, however, the protesters have what is called a "black wallaby" who is a person that runs through the forest with a video camera rolling the whole time a raid is occurring so that nothing goes down that can't be sent off to the AP. Another contraption in the road are two cars that have their wheels removed and have cement poured in the chassis. These babies are called dragons.

These are also connected to the tree seats, if that rope is cut, giant logs suspended from the air come crashing down on these two cars. Not only is that more blood on the loggers hands, it makes a hell of a lot of noise to alert any one around that a raid is happening. After hanging out with the protesters for a while we headed to Lake St. Claire! On our trip to the lake, we took a few day hikes and on one hike we encountered a Tiger Snake, this little guy is the 8th deadliest animal in Australia (read WORLD) and the 3rd deadliest snake (same rules). He was just hanging out off the side of the trail and gave us no trouble what so ever.

1/10 deadliest animals seen.

Lake St. Claire might just be perfect. We arrived at our camps which were just National Park bunkhouses with a kitchen attached.

Everyone really enjoyed our time here immensely. Phebes, Laura, Kerstin, and myself walked out after dinner to a full moon, cloudless sky and just sat on the rocks in silence, taking everything in. I decided I would wake up early the next morning to check out the sunrise for something different.

28 February -- Day 6

So at 5:40am (sun rises early here) I drug myself out of bed and brewed a quick cup of tea and headed down to the lake with Aimee, Catie, and Laura to check out the rising of the sun. Snagged a few pictures (discovered my camera has a 16:9 aspect ratio on it).

Definitely nothing wrong with waking up to this on a daily basis. This was the start to another good day filled with hiking. We headed on our way Strahan, but stopped a few times on the way. During one of the trips we learned of the earthquake that struck Chile and quickly realized we were on an island that is barely protected by New Zealand. Thankfully, we are on the western side of Tasmania so there is no danger of us being struck by any waves, but there are tsunami warnings out for the eastern coast which is a very scary reality. On one of our 4 or 5 hikes we spotted yet another tiger snake this guy was also just off the trail and paid us no never mind. After that is all said and done I am pretty tired in general sitting here at Mollys: Great Food having just received my chicken sandwich, I think I am going to sign off from this marathon post and eat some well deserved grease. Hope all is well stateside!

Cheers!

-zuey

Melbourne and the start of Tasmania

Hello again, sitting here at the dock waiting on the Spirit of Tasmania to come into port. There might be a 20 to 30 knot offshore wind coming off the ocean and the security guys here are saying that it is possibly the worse it has been since they have been here. Our guide for Tasmania is with us and he has been traveling to Tazzy for 50 years now and he reckons this is one of the rougher times he has seen. We are all just hanging out in the waiting area, the boat just pulled up (9:38pm) and we were supposed to be leaving port at 8:30 pm. It is an overnight ride so should be an interesting time for everyone involved. The “ferry” is the size of a small cruise ship so the guys are saying that it shouldn’t be too rough of a time while we are on our way.

The sustainability festival in Melbourne was absolutely amazing in every way, shape and form. The talks we got to hear were always informative and knowledgeable. I went to a fair amount of talks but the few that stuck out to me were ones titled: “The Great Barrier Reef On Death Row”, “Mass Media and Climate Change”, and “Climate Change in Australia”. First off, the one on the reef was very sobering in the fact that it essentially told us we have gone too far with ocean acidification and the reef WILL be gone in less than 50 years unless a major change occurs in our behavior. Professor “Charlie” Veron is considered the leading voice for the reef on the scientific front so I was able to fight through my post lunch food coma and stay awake through the presentation. On a food note, I think I have eaten maybe 4 meals with meat in them in the past 2 weeks. This is an extreme departure from my normal, turkey/chicken for every meal. The weird thing is that I don’t miss it all that much when I eat vegetarian. Now don’t get me wrong, I am not becoming a vegetarian any time soon but my tastes have definitely expanded exponentially since I landed here almost a month ago. Back on track, I will definitely be making a trip to the reef to do some diving after the program (ugh...I want to dive now) especially since it is in such dire danger of disappearing for the remainder of our lifetime.

The second lecture I attended was about mass media’s role in the topic of climate change. There was a panel of three media “pundits” who each represented a different medium: a journo from a national paper(Paddy Manning), a radio broadcaster for Australia’s version of NPR (Alexandra de Blas), and a guy who makes environmental documentaries(Dr Homayoun "Hamy" Kheyri). Each had a different view on how the media plays a role in the exposition of climate change. The first two believe that it is not a necessity for scientists to be in the media field and that a good journalist can do the same thing as a scientist in the same field. Hamy (along with me) took extreme offense to this as I am Meteorology major and Communications minor so I plan on using this as my life’s goal. Getting science to the general public is what I am trying to do. A fair amount of people jumped on the first two people for their views on the subject and hearing Hamy speak his mind was a welcome relief.

The final topic was hosted by the Bureau of Meteorology and was very informative on every level and I even met the head of communications for the Bureau (so much cooler than the NWS or NOAA). I hope to work at a weather station on Lord Howe Island or Norfolk Island for my ISP period.

Lord Howe Island

Norfolk Island

Yeah, I want to spend a month at one of these two places (rough) and take weather observations then spend my weekends on the beach or snorkeling. Hopefully the contacts I made at the festival can help all of this go through.

Listening to: Ohio - Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young

On our last free day in Melbourne about 7 of us went to an AFL (Aussie Rules Football League) game. This stuff is absolutely insane!!! We tried to describe it and ended up using pretty much every sport in America minus baseball. It was a preseason game but the players were flying all over the field. If you have never seen a game just YouTube some highlights and you will have no idea about the rules but it just looks damn cool!

After two days in Melbourne we had a class day (really annoying), this academic stuff keeps getting in the way of my social life. Geoff (another teacher) gave us a thorough introduction to Tasmania that covered most of everything one would ever wish for. We were now all looking forward to an overnight ride to Tasmania on a ferry that actually turned out to be a smaller cruise liner. (Yes I realize there is a disconnect from the beginning, I wrote this over the period of two days).

She is called the Spirit of Tasmania and it was a great experience! After being a beautiful day in downtown Melbourne, we took a 20 minute cab ride to the port and all of a sudden a 30 knot off shore wind was whipping up. This delayed the ship (refusing to call this baby cakes a ferry) by about 3 hours because it had to be tug-boated in to port. We finally embarked at around 11pm (supposed to be out by 9pm) but this actually worked out for the best because we didn't have to get off the boat at 6am to get our day started. Dave, Jesh, and I stayed up until about 2am when the boat started to get out of port and stuff started to really hit the fan. When we were on Deck 10 and we were getting wet, we decided it was best to call it a night. Jesh and I got back to our berth around 2:30 or 3am (not sure, no cell phone/watch is a great thing) and things started to get rocky, but it felt like a giant baby rocker to me. Woke up to the ship's staff over the loud speaker alerting us to the fact that the boat was reaching port in Tasmania. Little did I know, about 6 members of the group, including one of our berth mates were kept up all night by the "gentle" rocking of the boat. Right before I fell asleep I could feel my stomach jumping all over the place much like what it must feel like to be on the aptly named NASA training plane "The Vomit Comet". I rushed to take a shower and pack up so I could get some pictures of us coming into port, when I came onto one of the lower decks I noticed about 2 inches of standing water on the deck. After talking to some of the group who were kept up apparently water was crashing over the lower decks in the early hours of the morning.

This is our first night in Tasmania, but so far this state is BEAUTIFUL!!! It is what would happen if the Pacific Northwest and Glacier National Park had children and they moved down south. We arrived in Devonport at 11am and took off for a small town called Deloraine which was a nice relief from the hustle and bustle of Melbourne. I guess I really am a small town kid at heart even though my current career path will more than likely lead me to a large metropolitan area. I just need to be able to get away from the sounds of horns, sirens, and rumbling engines every so often. After Deloraine we headed south for Hobart. I know all of you from Valpo reading this are giggling right now. This town is actually a decent place on earth, it is the biggest city in Tasmania. It has just enough big city to make it a big dot on the map but has an extensive suburbia which still gives it that quiet town feeling once the workforce has left the business district.

Listening to: Regret Not - All That Remains

We have a free day tomorrow which JJ "The Jet Plane" and I will be taking a shuttle up to the top of Mt. Wellington to ride down nearly 4200ft.

Sadly, most of this riding will be on the road (no full suspensions rented out here) I guess this might be for the best, although I would like to have the claim to fame of adding downhill mountain biking to the "no-list" as we have so gently named it. Either way, it will be nice to get back in the saddle to pedal around for a bit. The girls room flooded with god knows what (hopefully water) but apart from that I have nothing else to bother you with. Thanks for reading and expect an update after the rest of this little expedition or right before we reach Sydney!

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Cheers!

-zuey

Short Update

Well I figure I'll update this now to delay the monstrosity that will definitely occur after Tasmania. The past week in Byron has been great as usual, this town is just a blast and a half. We did the class thing on Monday (that sucked) and just went over some stuff for ISP (Independent Study Project) period and learned a bit about Sustainability. Good times. Went out with Nick on Tuesday afternoon/evening and tested out the waterproof ability of my camera by capturing my first surf session (pictures on facebook soon-ish). It was a great experience to have, wish the swell would have been bigger, but hopefully we can go out again our next time in Byron. I really want a picture of him all barreled, tucked up and stuff (my sorry attempt at surfer). Like this:

They get some pretty solid waves here in Byron from what I've seen and Nick even showed me some footage of him back home off the coast of Hatteras which surprised me that OBX got that serious of a swell. Well after the surfing experience we had field trips scheduled on Wednesday to an organic farm, a permaculture 'settlement', and an alternative energy company.

Listening to: Forever - Drake (keep repeating the Eminem section though...)

At the organic farm we learned a lot about how our culture is essentially going to implode on itself if we don't get our collective act together on the farming front. Pete made a lot of good points and the little amount of time I have spent on a farm in Arkansas gave me a reasonable amount of background knowledge to understand the concepts he was explaining and their difference to conventional farming. Had some organic bananas and this fruit juice whose name is escaping me right now but I think it involved the Davidson plum or something similar to that. Side note, my computer is continuously shocking me in the wrists while it is plugged in, thank you 240V. I have about 30 minutes to get out of the apartment so gonna save here and apologize if there is a drastic change in thought after this.

Well after the whirlwind of packing up I am now sitting in a room full of bags finishing this thing up. After the organic farm we headed to a place where a permaculture (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Permaculture) settlement had been established. I for one had never heard of this (this is becoming a common theme), but it was quickly apparent what they were trying to do with the establishment. They try to essentially establish a small group living experience where they grow most if not all of their food on site, use composting toilets, passive solar heating, etc. It is a really neat concept that could easily be applied to a new development on some scale. I would definitely move to a "gated community" if they had garden areas designated for each lot and houses were designed with sustainability in mind so that the community could function as a whole instead of our extreme individualistic society in America.

After the trip to the permaculture site, we ventured to Rainbow Power Company. This trip was shortened by about an hour due to the fact that our bus was resting on the right front rim when we walked out from the permaculture site. Gus, Dave (bus driver), and myself tried in vain to get the front tire off with tools that looked better suited for an El Camino than a 21 passenger bus. We managed to bend one of the t bars and Gus ended up punching the ground once or twice. Long story short, Dave picks up cell phone and calls bus rental company while Peter started to shuttle us in groups of 4 to the power company about 3 km down the road. Once we all got there we met quite the character. His name eludes me right now, but he had some very informed points on the energy front and just the world as it stands. We all learned some frightening truths about the use of depleted Uranium (Gulf War Syndrome) in bombs deployed over Afghanistan and Iraq and the horrid effects on the residents of both countries and American troops. This correlates to why nuclear power should not even be considered, not to mention the half-life of Uranium is multiple billions of years. His solution, we have vast deserts in the African Sahara and Serengeti along with the northern Australian Outback. Why not tap into those natural resources and use concentrated mirror farms (Clive Cussler's Sahara and subsequent movie with Matthew Maconahay and Penelope Cruz) to focus the daylight sun energy and send it to countries around the world. He had figures that weren't unable to be verified on the spot by us but if they are true then there is no reason that this should not be looked into by the world as a whole. I forgot the exact number but I believe the theorized output from a solar farm was a Tera watt of electricity that could be sent in DC current and less than 5-10% of the power would be lost even in transatlantic transit. I'm all for it, they can get us away from fossil fuels and they look wicked cool. Why not?


Listening to: Incubus - 11am


Living with Molly and Phebe has been great, experienced vegetarian life for the week. Note to self: Never bash tofu again. The stuff you can do with just veggies is quite impressive, (Mom, I have eaten green and red peppers in food...repeatedly...and liked it. You can thank the girls later) so much so that I no longer immediately look away from the vegetarian options at restaurants or street vendors. Exactly 3 weeks in and I have learned/grown more than I think I would have in 3 months of classroom time. This experiential learning stuff is freakin' cool not to mention everyone on the trip is chilled out and laid back so that everyone is able to roll with the punches of traveling internationally with 25 students who have their lives crammed into 2 backpacks. Thanks to all the parents/grandparents reading this, your kids are awesome!

Listening to: Parkway Drive - Guns For Show, Knives For a Pro


We are about to jump on a train that departs Casino tonight (Thursday) at 7:30 pm and after a train switch at 6:30am, we get into Melbourne at 6:55pm on Friday. This should be fun. In Melbourne we are staying at a place called The Nunnery, also indicative of a good time. We do get to attend a Sustainability Festival all weekend which should (no sarcasm here folks) be really awesome. I think the concert on Saturday night is overshadowing my whole trip though. First it is free, second it is under the stars at Sidney Myer Bowl (very similar to Millennium Park in Chicago), third we get to bring our own dinner into the concert, and fourth/best of all, there is a performance of Dvorak Cello Concerto in B-Minor by one of the top cellists in Australia playing with the Melbourne Symphony. Needless to say, I am quite excited about this although I hope to meet up with some Australian Bureau of Meteorology folks at the festival to see if we could do some American/Aussie joint weather forecasting/observations for my ISP. Somewhere on the south of Tasmania at a weather observation station much like Mt. Washington Observatory would be a perfect month of study for me.

Why Meteorologists are deemed "odd".

Well that is just about all I have to spill right now. Hopefully I can get something cranked out in Sydney on the way back from Tasmania to update this thing. If only to post an uber-tourist shot of me waving like a raging idiot in front of the opera house. I wonder if we can climb the bridge there too? We can't do anything dangerous (read: my definition of fun) such as skydiving (okay, I can deal with that), flying in private planes (guess P-Diddy can't fly down and meet me so we can go island hopping), rock climbing (so far 3 for 3 in my hobbies), drive (don't worry, they drive on the wrong side of the road anyhow), or SCUBA dive (apparently even being a certified diver doesn't allow me to try to kill myself) trust me if I injure/mortally wound myself diving or anything previously mentioned, the last people myself (if still living) or my parents blame will be the program. If I am throwing myself into that type of danger, it is 100% my fault if something goes wrong. It is infuriating that in this "cover your ass" society we have set up, everyone spends more time trying to figure out what things can go wrong than doing something positive. Okay, I'm off my soapbox. Hope you enjoyed the update, hanging out in Byron for about 2 more hours then off on our little adventure down the east coast.

Cheers Mate!!

-zuey

First (well more of a recap)

Well, been here about 3 weeks now (maybe?) and so far I have found nothing wrong with this country except for the price of food and drink. Started off the trip in a site south of Brisbane called 7 Mile Beach (must refer to nautical miles), we camped there for about 4 or 5 days for orientation and then headed into Byron Bay. Byron has no American equal, this place is surf town rolled into New York City then deep fried in island culture.

Definitely feeling the ozone hole so far, I think I have gotten tanner in these few weeks than a summer of being on the lake back in hkweezy. Everyone here is extremely nice and very environmentally conscious. There are tons of cisterns around and solar panels litter the skyline. I haven't touched a cell phone since I departed Charlotte on January 26th and I feel great. It is so nice to just drop off the grid at a moments notice and be completely worry free. Some of the kids on the trip have their international crackberries but I don't miss my Droid for a second. I am on skype though (zachuey) so I will occasionally check in with the states when we come back from various field excursions.

The Australian culture is a good blend of the island time mantra and some typical western ideals. Aussies are very egalitarian with their society and no one is actively trying to flaunt wealth or social status (welcome change). It is beyond "frowned upon" to insult a waiter much less a maid or janitor.

After we spent some time in Byron we headed to a Buddhist retreat center in the rain forest (yes RAIN forest) of The Channon. This place was remote. The bus about slid down a wet forest road and we ended up having to walk up a hill to get enough weight out of the bus so it could make it up the hill. We spent 3 days in class (meditating) learning about how there are numerous views on how to save the world. From a 'technological fix' to what is called 'deep ecology' (this is what the Sea Shepherd "Whale Wars" people subscribe to). It is a very interesting way to classify the green initiative. Learning a lot even though I have yet to spend a single second in a class room. With the rain forest and remote locations come big animals and leeches. Never had a full on experience with a leech and granted it doesn't hurt when they remove your blood, it still isn't a welcome feeling to see a shiny black creature squirming around on your leg and then plucking it off only for it to bleed profusely for over an hour. Our accommodations were right up my alley though, we had the option of sleeping in tents or in an open air loft above the kitchen area. Naturally, I selected the open air loft which held about 12 people on the first night and 4 on the second. Apparently I don't taste sweet to mosquitoes. Who knew? It was a great time but I think my grand total of hot showers was 2 since arriving in country.

After returning from The Channon, we spent another few days in Byron Bay which always leads to going out and a damn good time during the day. Doing homework on the beach or poolside is quite possibly the most relaxing thing in the free world. We have a decent amount of readings but they are all really interesting and lead to engaging class discussion.

Listening to: All Along the Watchtower-Dave Matthews Band

The time spent in Byron is always welcome after a field excursion but by about the third day I am always ready to bust out the sleeping bag and toss up the tent for some good 'ol time with nature. Which leads me to our most recent expedition. This time we traveled north of Byron Bay (maybe?) and ended up in Bundjalung country to hang with a few Aboriginal elders and other members of local tribes. The Aboriginal culture is one of deep, spiritual respect and understanding of nature along with a generosity that puts anyone to shame. They are the nicest, most genuine people you will ever meet. Even after being hunted for essentially sport by the whites in the early 1900s, they welcomed us "whitefellas" into their land and showed us how they live and work on a daily basis when they are in the bush. I cannot even begin to write down the countless stories told around the campfire, but I have never learned so much and had so many new experiences in such a short amount of time. Before we left we were told to leave all electronics, books, papers, and non-essential clothing behind. I was quite skeptical about leaving my camera behind as I wanted to document this experience, but I know now that I will never forget this experience. We learned to throw spears, create a bush hut, "get a feed in the bush", how to interpret Aboriginal art, what our individual totems were (I am an Emu), and even a tree that has sap with enumerable uses. We took short trips to a National Park beach with one of the most pristine coastlines I have ever seen in my life and even swam in a freshwater pond that had an 80 degree water temperature. Nick and I started climbing some of the trees and jumping off them into the pond while Doug (Aboriginal owner of land) rigged up a rope swing that had been in place for past groups. By the end of our time there even the girls were climbing up the trees and leaping into the pond. With bodies falling from the sky we all realized that we were all having an absolute blast, had no concerns about the day ahead, no worries about work, and were just outright relaxed about the whole time. After swimming to our hearts content we journeyed back through the bush to camp and the guys (all 6 of us) took off into the bush with Dougy and Pete. Nick, Jesh, Dave, and Myself wielded machetes with no more than shorts and flip-flops on. Upon reaching an outcrop of palm trees we began falling them to create our bush hut. We just got into the spirit of being one with nature, (brace for male moment) running around with just the bare minimal clothes, tromping through the bush, cutting down palm trees with machetes and bringing the fronds up to the girls who were waiting back down the trail a little bit. Good to share a male bonding experience like that. Good shit. That was definitely the time when I was able to feel how they work on a daily basis, just living off the land. Needing no money, no consumer products, no TV, no internet, just you, your buddies/family, and the bush. Once we assembled the bush shelter we began work on Bush Damper (pronounced Bush Dampa). This bread-like product will blow your socks off and make you want to slap your grandma. It is just self-rising flour, instant milk, and some salt, but once you put some butter and syrup on it. SHOOWEE. It was another highlight of my trip. I do wish I had pictures to post to share the experience but the memories will never leave my mind.

Listening to: The Escape Artist - August Burns Red

It was a very sad time to have to leave Dougy, Pete, Russ, and Ian but I know that they opened up their hearts and minds to us in order for us to learn as much as we could about their culture. Sitting here typing out my experience from the past few weeks seems like I have just put down a semester worth of experiences but knowing that it is barely a quarter over makes me happier than anything. I do miss you guys in HKY, and Valpo, but I wouldn't trade these past few weeks and the six guys here and all the girls on the trip for anything in the world.

Next up: Overnight train to Melbourne (pronounced Melbin) for a sustainability festival this weekend and then Tasmania!!

Cheers Mate!
-zuey