We arrived at the Esplanade in Strahan Village and, after much deliberation and helpful advice from the extremely well-run tourism centre, decided upon the West Coast Wilderness Railway - tantalisingly billed as one of the world's great railway journeys.
Queenstown struck us as a despondent place the first time around and was pitch black on our return. The train trundled past delipidated and graffiti covered houses backing the track, and the centre of town was like an out-post in a Wild West movie. But despite these rash first impressions, our accommodation was divine.
View over Queenstown from the then Mt Lyell Mining Company's General Manager's bedroom window.
Back-tracking once again, we made our way next morning on the pilgrim's route to Cradle Mountain - the unmissable destination in Tasmania likened in the tourist blurb to the "ruined remains of a medieval cathedral perched imperiously above the lakes that adorn its base". I've longed to go there for more than a decade, so head off with big expectations.