We both woke up this morning covered in mozzie bites, particularly Jay. The little *******s just seem to love our blood. The mozzies on Tasmania seem to be more vicious and in bigger numbers than on the main land. Two of them got flattened with a book but a couple of them we just couldn't get and they were buzzing around all night, annoying the **** out of us. The ones we did squash splattered loads of blood everywhere, our blood! It was like a Hammer Horror film!! Apart from the mozzies I had slept quite well but Jay had a bad night. I managed somehow to sleep through the possum shena****ns occurring at the tent next door. A naughty possum trying to get food (probably the mischievous one we saw last night) had disturbed all the stuff next door had left outside their tent under the awning. The guy from next door had come out, put the light on, and tried to shoo it away but it was having none of it. The possum was shrieking a death curdling noise. Jay thought the guy next door was trying to kill it but we googled possums and discovered that this is the noise they make when angry and frustrated. The possum just kept coming back until finally it would seem it admitted defeat. In the peace of the morning and mozzie free for now we had breakfast and then drove the short distance to the Wineglass Bay lookout. It was a reasonably short walk to the lookout, 3 kilometres return. It was a great walk and the view of Coles Bay and Wineglass Bay at the top were magnificent. It was very busy here, one of the busiest walks that I have been on. After the walk we spotted wallabies hopping around the car park. After the walk we decided to head down to Port Arthur. It was about midday and Tom Tom was telling us that it was a 3 hour 10 minute drive, so plenty of time to do it. We stopped on the way at a place called Swansea for fuel and the toilet. For some reason although the scenery around was great this place didn't do it for us. We didn't like it as it had a funny vibe. We had been thinking about staying here, I'm glad we didn't. From here we drove further on to a place called Triabunna where we stopped at an IGA for some food shopping. This was a very strange place, very Royston Vasey. The girl in the shop wasn't very friendly and it was a little too hill billy for us. I think that some incestuous breeding may have been taking place here! We didn't dare stop or look at anyone again until we were well clear of this place. From here we drove all the way down to Port Arthur which is near the end of a peninsula. It is this area that had very bad bush fires just after Christmas, the worst bush fires that Tasmania has had for years. There were miles and miles of destruction with burnt trees in every direction. The area covered by the fires was huge. The worst town affected appeared to be Dunalley where there were loads of burnt out homes. We feel so sorry for those affected. Although the landscape was burnt in a funny sort of way it looked quite beautiful and with the brown colours of the burnt leaves it looked a bit like Canada in the Fall. The road to Port Arthur was very busy and it was a twisty road with quite a few hills. We have both noticed that in Tasmania the drivers are generally very impatient and arrogant and up your **** all the time desperate to get past. The place is full of arrogant tossers in BMW's (there are hardly any BMW's on the mainland but loads on Tas) or boy racers in suped up Fords. They overtake in some dangerous places and are quite horrible. It's like the Dukes Of Hazzard!, or like driving in the UK with all the ******* in big grizzly snarling BMW's. It's not like this on the main land where even when overtaking the drivers are generally courteous. The camper van can't go that fast up hills and round sharp corners so there's nothing I can do. Although most of the people we have encountered on Tasmania have been very pleasant, people here generally don't seem to be as happy as on the mainland. There is a big difference in feel and vibe here. We got to Port Arthur eventually and I was very tired. We rocked up at Port Arthur Tourist Park but they had no sites available. The guy on reception though was very friendly and he phoned another site for us to see if they had space and luckily they did. He directed us to the White Beach Tourist Park about 11 kilometres down the road. This was a pretty nice site amongst trees and right on the beach. We got a nice plot here and just chilled till bed time.