Driving from Arthur River to Corinna was a day of surprises: the slippery sand roads, my sighting of a wild Tasmanian devil, and finding a hand written sign as evening dawned.

It was written by Irene, a German lady I had met on the way, who was convincing me creatively to turn right to Corinna instead of taking a left to Savage River. And I would not have wanted to miss this historical village at the ferry crossing.

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The element of surprise was even bigger because it was not the first time during my travels someone was contacting me this style.