There’s a hole in the ozone layer above the deep Southern Hemisphere. Dan and Ally paid heed and fastidiously applied sunscreen throughout our Tasmanian holiday. Val and I were not so disciplined, and unfortunately this bit us square on the ass at Wineglass Bay.
We’ve been to some pretty spectacular beached in our travels, enough that it’s hard to choose favorites but wineglass is hard to beat. It’s a perfect arch of squeaky white sand in a remote and unspoiled setting. The sand composition is high in silica and doesn’t get hot, even when subjected to the relentless Southern sun. This lulled these two naïve Americans into a false sense of security, and gave us a sunburn heard round the world.
We had plenty of time to reflect on Wineglass Bay as we shed jigsaw puzzle pieces of skin off unlikely parts of our bodies. Despite a bit of pain it’s still one of the most beautiful places we’ve ever visited.