The kindness of strangers: while we waited outside in the rain, a young boy brought us hot tea and cake | Tasmania holidays
It was 1974 and my school friends and I decided to backpack around Tasmania in the middle of winter – go figure. We were three mates in our late teens, without a clear plan. After arriving on the ferry, we hopped on a train owned by a mining company and travelled through the wild and unpopulated Tasmanian west coast to Queenstown. It was all forest and mountains, and so utterly freezing we sat in our sleeping bags on the train to try to warm up. The economy in Queenstown at the time revolved around the copper mine. I remember the shock of travelling through hours of forest to then arrive at a place where the hills had been denuded of vegetation from the pollution generated by the mine. The gloomy mood wasn’t helped by the bone-chilling cold and constant drizzle. Our idea was to hitchhike from Queenstown to our next destination, so we walked to a stretch of road on the outskirts of town and took up our position in front of the neatly kept …





