Once touted as the Riviera of Australia, Maria Island with its crumbling relics of penal colony, 19th century tourism venture and cement works has been on my must see list for some time. Along with a rugged landscape that boasts beautiful beaches, various mountain hiking trails and indifferent wildlife roaming the brown hillsides, the island has always had an irresistible call. Perhaps it's also the fact that there are no cars allowed, just bicycles and that you can pitch a tent or stay in the old penitentiary but you have to cart everything there yourself, including water, that adds to its mystique and allure. It only attracts the most dedicated of campers. But still I never managed to get there.
That is until this week, when I was lucky enough to be offered some work there, nothing too strenuous mind you, but interesting and delicious just the same. There was time to take in the big blue sky, watch the tall summer grasses blowing in the breeze and swim in the turquoise waters.
Maybe you might see the results on television down the track. But in the meantime, checkout these few snaps of the tiny part of Maria Island I visited, whilst I dream of a return visit soon.