Tasmania 
Ever since Susan read a book about Van Diemen’s Land she’s needed to go to Tasmania. So we did. the entire time we were there i had the U2 song going through my head.  
We rented a camper complete with hot water, shower, toilet, fridge, stove and enough room to stand up and move around. This allowed us to free camp. the first night we free camped, it rained. Actually, to say it rained is an understatement. it was Biblical in proportion. lightning followed half a second later by camper shaking thunder. rain hammering down harder than we’ve ever experienced. and this went on for three hours.  
we were quite worried we’d be flooded in, the road from the free camp site to the highway would be washed out. But at 3am, what can you do about it. except experience it.  
the next day was still rainy (as it was for another 3 days), the road to the highway was fine, and the highway was passable. a few downed trees and patches of standing water to contend with.  
In two weeks we covered very little ground, but saw a lot. we ventured up the east side, and down the middle. fires raged in the north and west, so we stayed away. the two big cities in tasmania (launceston and hobart) were charming and fun.  
On the last day in Hobart we headed to Salamanca market. We were detoured by one of Australia’s warship in the harbour offering tours. We got into the ops centre. A mix of OCC and ATC. With radar screens tracking air, surface, and submarine traffic. The seaman I talked to was very open about what everything was, what they did. I asked a lot of questions.