After the trek up the mountain, we descended to the coast and the captivating town of Penguin. A name like that sets certain expectations, doesn't it? And Penguin, Tasmania, delivered in spades.
The first thing that struck us was the architecture. The Uniting Church, standing proudly in its coat of white paint and sharp red roof, would be perfectly at home in a New England postcard. It was a stunning sight against the backdrop of the Tasmanian sky.
Venturing closer to the foreshore, we found a charming park that was absolutely teeming with…penguins! Though, admittedly, of the fiberglass and bronze variety. No matter, they added an undeniable charm. There was even a police box standing watch, seemingly out of place, yet somehow fitting perfectly into the quirky atmosphere.
One bench, in particular, caught our eye. Decorated with a vibrant mosaic depicting a tree of life, it was a burst of colour that we found deeply moving. We spent a few moments admiring the artistry and craftsmanship that had gone into its creation.
Of course, we couldn't resist the urge to pose for a photo with the oversized penguin statue that dominates the town's waterfront. It is practically obligatory, and we are nothing if not obliging tourists.
It offered a perfect memory to take home and share with our family.
The foreshore area itself is beautifully maintained, with inviting seating areas overlooking the ocean. It’s easy to imagine spending hours there just watching the waves roll in.
We noticed that even the rubbish bins are penguin-themed, which we consider a nice, if somewhat kitsch, touch.
Before leaving Penguin, we took a walk across the small bridge over a trickling creek that feeds into the ocean.
The town had a quiet, relaxed atmosphere that we found incredibly appealing. Penguin, Tasmania, is a place that takes its name seriously, but also doesn't take itself *too* seriously. It’s a combination that, in our opinion, makes for a memorable visit.
