While driving down the road that felt completely devoid of anywhere to park, Brian said something along the lines of, "The popular beach, isn't the good beach. We're going to the good beach."
I'll admit, I couldn't keep up with Brian's long legs sending him leaping across the rocks like a flaming wallaby. So, I entered the water a little earlier.
He had found a shark, alright. Several of them. The waving and yelling, however, had been fuelled with excitement, not worry. A school of Port Jackson sharks had been sleeping under a shallow overhang, and he had wanted me to hurry up with the camera! I've added a video, which you can view at the end of this post or by clicking here.
The den was pretty amazing. We took some snaps and tried to count how many there were. I think it was somewhere between ten and thirty, we couldn't be sure!
After one of the sharks woke from his slumber and began swimming around Brian with a hungry grin, we continued swimming further along to an old Aboriginal fish-trap. It was a pretty clever setup. Basically, they had built a rock wall in the shallows, which water goes over during high tide. When the tide goes back out, any fish that aren't quick enough to escape are caught. Easy dinner!
Snorkelling at Boat Harbour was a top way to finish our Tassie trip. So, that's it for our Tasmanian blog posts. I hope you've enjoyed our adventure over the island state—we sure enjoyed did.
As always, we look forward to our future adventures.
Happy Travels!
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