Earlier this month, I took a 8-day road trip with some of my best mates in Tasmania. It was a vacation like no other since my previous trips were typically completed on foot or via public transport. Furthermore, spending hours on end every day in a vehicle isn’t quite my idea of an ideal holiday as I’m prone to motion sickness. So I began the trip in trepidation, fearing when I might start acting up again.

Fortunately nothing serious happened except for a bout of seasickness though the feeling was fleeting. The road trip was just like in the movies with windows wind down, the cool breeze blowing and music from the early noughties blasting from the car stereo. Ah the nostalgia! Sure it was freezing at times like the cruise which turned out to be a speedboat ride in choppy waters or the hike around the lake in single-digit temperatures, but the people made for warm company.

The sights were good though not great, the food nothing much to laud about and the city centre a dead town on Sundays. In spite of all these, this jaunt still ranks up there as one of the best trips I’ve ever had – the pacing was just right and I had a complete detox from work (no checking of emails or replying text messages) save for an urgent call on the first day. I even got to brush up on my culinary skills as we cooked up a storm on two occasions.