Ten days in Tassie with Mazzy – Also known as Mazmania or MazInTas
Christmas Eve 2017
So all my fretting and worry about the crossing were in vain. Thankfully the seas were mostly calm, with just a little bit of rocking at one stage that briefly woke me but didn’t keep me awake and certainly didn’t make me feel sick! Yahoo. Not keen on the pursers voice at early o’clock but glad to be in Tassie finally. Devonport was sunny, if a bit windy and cool. After an orderly disembark we made for a riverside park and enjoyed our breakfast as the day kicked off.
Our plan for this morning was to get some washing done, load up the MazStar with shopping ready for Christmas and head west along the coast. Fortunately it all went to plan and not long after 9am we were ready to go. This year we will be having turkey on Christmas Day. Our drive here to Stanley was very pretty, with so many options but we chose to book into the caravan park, just to be sure we wouldn’t be homeless on Christmas Eve. On the way we stopped for a walk and a pie in the town of penguin and found a big bird for our (now) annual big bird Christmas photo. Onwards we came across the sweet and very beautiful town of Boat Harbour with stunning blue water and beach views to die for. If we’d known about this place, and could have been sure of a spot, we definitely would have stayed here.
This part of the coast, east to west or vice versa, is beautiful. Today it was calm, warm and clear. I imagine it can be a bit more wild, windy and rugged but the view from Table Cape today was fit for limited edition pano from The Newby. What a huge view! On a clear day you can see back to and beyond Devonport. If it’s a windy day you could get blown there! Late in the afternoon we arrived in Stanley and with the camper set up for our first night in Tassie we wandered the quiet town that was used for the filming of the movie, The Light Between Oceans. I read the book a few years back and we watched the movie a couple of months ago, before we realised some of it was filmed here. The final scene shows the imposing and impressive Nut, the landform here that towers over the town. On our walk we found various boards, describing the filming of the movie and spots where scenes were filmed. It’s so pretty and quiet here. No wonder they chose to film here.
And now, back here at the camper, we have just had a visit from Santa, doing the rounds on the fire truck. This is something I am familiar with from living in a small coastal town on the mid north coast of NSW for many years. But I suppose it must look strange to someone who has spent most of their Christmases in the northern hemisphere. It was certainly reassuring to see Santa. At least he knows where to find us all when he loops back later in the sleigh. For now though, it’s been a long day, so, it’s time to hit the sack. Goodnight and I hope Santa finds you too.
Christmas Day
Merry Christmas one and All and merry Christmas to us here at Stanley, loving the power surging into the solar panels we bought each other for Christmas. Today’s plan is to get out of this caravan park and enjoy the day. What better way to enjoy Christmas than with a very strenuous walk straight up The Nut!
Goodness me that’s good for the thighs and lungs. It’s well worth the effort! The view from the top is phenomenal and we were lucky to spot an echidna, be escorted by monarch butterflies and have our path crossed by a blue tongue lizard. We also secured a Tassie geocache! Back to the view. I had no idea that Tassie has such pristine, crystal clear water on stunning beaches. To the east the beach stretches into the distance with a view back many kilometres. To the west I’m fairly sure I can see the edge of the island and more closely, the beach at Stanley is so inviting. The barmaid at the pub in Cobargo wants to travel the world to see clear water and pristine beaches. She should stay home and head straight for Tassie! I’m certainly impressed.
Time to move on and head down to Strahan but first a few views of The Nut were needed. Despite being Christmas Day the tourists were out in force and we managed to arrive at each spot moments before they did in their convoy of many cars, either standing in foreground of the best shot or parking their cars in the scene! I’m not going to cope well with the throngs, especially their need to snap a selfie or 50! The view is behind you!
In honour of Christmas and as a spot for lunch The Newby decided we should head to Christmas Hills. For your reference in future, should you think about heading there, don’t! There is nothing there, except an intersection and a Telstra exchange. Having determined there wasn’t even a spot to park and eat, we headed instead to Cowrie Point for a nice, light lunch before taking the long drive to Strahan. Tonight we are in a caravan park, more out of necessity than desire. There would have been nothing worse than having nowhere to enjoy our Christmas dinner, cooked to perfection in The Weber. We’ve had a long walk to the botanical garden where maybe we saw a platypus, but maybe it was a water rat. Whatever it was, it didn’t hang around long, and in the dusk it was hard to see.
We hope you’ve had a lovely day, spent with family and friends. We have, but we’ve also heard the sad news of the passing of one of The Newby’s family today. A harsh reminder that each and every day we are given needs to be lived to the fullest and enjoyed. Good night and god bless.
Boxing Day.
Our first and hopefully our only early start came as a bit of a shock this morning but we made the dock in more than enough time to take our seat on the red boat to spend the day touring Macquarie Harbour and the Gordon River. There is a choice between the Red boat and the White boat and by all accounts either is fantastic. We chose randomly and elected to take the mid-range option price wise. If you want a day without kids, I suggest you take the high end price option as it would be prohibitive for families and you would be unlikely to encounter the kids on the top deck.
What a great day! The boat takes its passengers safely out to the mouth of the harbour and into the open ocean via Hells Gate, with the chatty captain describing the initiative of sailors in embedding rocks in the harbour to “train” the water to prevent the harbour mouth from repeatedly closing due to sand drifts. As you go out there on a calm day it’s hard to appreciate what it must be like when the ocean is rough and the wind is howling, and even harder to imagine what it would have been like in a sailing ship full of convicts.
Next we cruised past the floating farms that are raising Salmon. It’s amazing to think that there is very little fish life in the river or harbour due to the extent of fresh water from rainfall and lack of oxygen. Apparently there are almost no native species creating the opportunity for salmon farming. The fish are therefore fed pellets as there is nothing else for them to eat in the water. If they escape they can’t find food and die, preventing the possibility of them taking over the waterway. I know that you get one side of the story as a tourist and often the bright side, but I found all of this interesting and clearly it creates industry in a place where there isn’t much opportunity. The boat then took us all up the river to disembark onto Sarah Island. Tasmanian colonial history is not something we learned about in school. Growing up in Sydney it was all about Captain Cook and Botany Bay and Port Jackson. Of course we heard about convicts but not how much they suffered for what were petty crimes. Sarah Island feels a bit strange and while I enjoyed the tour and the stories of the convicts and guards, I wouldn’t want to be left there overnight. There was clearly a lot of sadness and suffering here, but at times there was hope too. One of the head honchos even turned the best building on the island into the dormitory for the convicts, in a successful attempt to improve their behaviour. (Back home in Perth I have had a read of a couple of books and also watched the movie Van Diemen’s Land that shed more light on the horrors of this area. No wonder it felt spooky).
The next part of the day involved lunch as we cruised a long way up the river to disembark to view the Huon pine and other plants. There is not much else in the forest or the river, it’s naturally devoid of animal life, but the greenery is fabulous. We did learn all about the Huon pine when we were in school and I always imagined it to be a majestic and towering tree. It isn’t! It’s more like a messy, stubby, ugly attempt at a tree but it has a divine, hardy wood that is exquisitely scented and very easy on the eye too. On our way back to the dock in Strahan we got to chat to the captain as we hung out in the wheel house and even sat in his seat! This was a fabulous day, we would both highly recommend and a great way to spend Boxing Day. Back on dry land, if you have the time, there is a demonstration of wood working to watch and a play to see. We didn’t have time for the play but we watched a little of the demo before we wandered through the shop admiring the pieces. Of course felling Huon pine is now banned but logged trees can still be retrieved by those with permits and occasionally trees logged many decades ago still wash down the river in floods. As we left the shop I decided to buy a piece of Huon for $10 in the hope that it can be made a feature at home above my dining table. In the meantime, it’s going to make the camper smell nice!
Following our cruising in the boat we cruised off in MazStar to Derwent Bridge via a devastated Queenstown. This part of the country is severely scared by mining and had some horror stories of its own to tell including the Mt Lyell fire where so many men (and perhaps a woman) lost their lives underground. Eventually we completed the curly road trip and made it here to Derwent Bridge and had a drink in the bar. We are camping the night here in the car park with the wallabies and mosquitoes. The sunset is fabulous, the road is quiet and the amenities will more than suffice. Good night!
Wednesday 27th December 2018
After a good (free) nights sleep we headed to Lake St Clair for a look and parted with enough money ($60) to cover our entry into Tasmanian Parks for the duration of our trip. The wind was well and truly blowing a gale so we too, a quick look at the lake then jumped back into the car and headed for The Wall. This is one mans work, carved by hand over a period of years. I’d love to share a picture or two with you but photographing the work is not allowed. In fact it’s considered unAustralian! So I’ll have to describe it.
It’s about 100m in length and is made of mostly complete, hand carved panels that tell a story about the colonialists in the area. Without a doubt it’s amazing. And the “story” is interesting and moving. But it’s very somber and there are lots of rules – don’t photograph, don’t touch, children will be asked to leave if they are noisy, don’t play the piano etc. I think The Artist should consider turning up some Australian ballads, taking down the intimidating signage and letting the people enjoy the wood work in a more relaxed way. Maybe even have a piece or two that folk can touch. After all wood is very tactile. But that’s just my Australian thoughts, after having spent 15 Australian dollars, earned in Australia, providing services to Australians. I guess it got up my goat to suggest I might be unAustralian.
As always, we had the geocaching options open to us so we had a look at what was around. We found one right on top of Tassies belly button! That’s The Newby standing on it in the picture at the top of this page. As you would know if you’ve read my stuff before, I like locations like this. So we had to stop and retrieve the cache. In doing so our shoes got covered in nasty, sticky burrs that looked so cute, like little furry balls, but stayed put like Velcro! So, over morning tea at the not so scenic hydro plant down the road, we picked them out before heading up the hill to lookout over the hydro. Having free camped the night before we were both keen for a shower so we gladly forked out some dollars to clean up in Hamilton before heading into a local cafe for a nice lunch with Milly the delightful (read painful) 4 year old. She is the owners daughter who decided to pull up a 3rd chair and join us for lunch. She commented that The Newby speaks a different language so he must be from Thailand. He said no (I was ignoring her, hoping she would go away), so she went through a lot of countries (like the Northern Territory) before we told her he was from Scotland! “I’ll remember that because my uncles name is Scott”.
For reasons I don’t understand, our next stop was to take a photo of sign pointing to Elderslie. The Newby jumped out to take this pic and as he came back in front of the car to get in the passenger seat I deliberately beeped the car horn. He jumped ten foot and I nearly pee’ed my pants. I haven’t laughed that much in a long time and he has a couple more grey hairs! Now I have a new game to play …
Onward to our next destination, we cruised through Hobart then up to a lookout we discovered over Tolman. Hobart is a pretty city and we are looking forward to being there tomorrow, but for now we are on our way the Rosehaven, stocked up on raspberries and cherries. Along the way we passed many Plover conventions, taking place in parks, on ovals, in the middle of the road, alongside the waterway and just about anywhere! Plovers clearly have few predators here and are thriving and convening in great numbers.
Tonight we are pleased to be in another free camp, hosted by the RSL of Geeveston, by the Kermandie River. We have been for a walk and seen platypus in their natural environment. We were so mesmerised by them, that after wandering on to the timber workers memorial and strolling up the Main Street of Rosehaven like Daniel and Emma, we had to go back for more platypus action. We eventually had a lovely, late stream side dinner, topped off with fresh raspberries and left over Christmas custard.
Thursday 28th December 2018
It seems a shame to leave this part of the woods as we’ve barely been here and there is so much further to go south, not to mention seeing Egg and Bacon Bay. But there’s just not enough time. So after doing our washing in the laundromat and enjoying breaky and coffee in the bakery next door we are off to Hobart.
First stop today was Mount Wellington. If I knew then what I know now we would not have taken MazStar up there! It’s a heck of a climb for a wide car, carrying a heavy load and allowing others to pass going the other way. But the view was worth it! It was a little windy but not cold when we were there and we could see a long way in all directions. A word of warning if you go up, lock the car with the key, not the remote as apparently the antenna can disrupt your central locking. No such worry with Maz. Central locking doesn’t exist!
After taking in the view for a while we had to descend, which was at least as scary as going up. Especially from the passenger seat, looking over the edge. There would be no coming back from a spill over there! I was very happy to get to the bottom of that big hill and find the Cascade brewery. No time for a tour but time for a beer, that’s for sure! With nowhere booked to stay but wanting to explore the city a little we decided to pitch up at the Hobart Showgrounds for the night. Seems funny to park MazStar right where the wood choppers do their thing. Time to hit the showers and let Maz have a very well earned rest.
Refreshed we were lucky to find the correct bus to Hobart and I managed to convince the bus driver he was a good bloke and should let us on! He was more than happy to tell us when to get off too! Welcome to Hobart. Knowing the boats from the Sydney to Hobart had safely arrived we wandered in the direction of Constitution Dock and on the way discovered the Lark Distillery. Yes please, I’ll have a lovely gin with pepper berries and a twist of orange. The Newby also tried their whisky before we moved on to see the boats.
As is the way with us we managed to coincidentally time our visit to arrive right as the contention about the winner was resolved. Sorry Wild Oats XI you didn’t win after all. Give that trophy and honour to Comanche and behave next year. It was great to see the boats up close, without crowds and be able to walk right up to them, look all over them and see instrumentation and panels. I’m glad it’s not me that has to sail from Sydney to Hobart with just the wind. I’d need a few more travacalm to cope with that.
Having not eaten for at least 10 minutes we decided to head across to the wharf for something to eat. As luck would have it the Taste of Tasmania started tonight (and runs for a week) so we were in the right place! There was lots to choose from, lots of people to contend with and lots of options for a great drink too. So we tackled a nom nom plate (a tasting plate of meats), some paella, a serve of patas Bravia and finished our meal with ice cream. As we feasted we washed our choices down with a locally brewed ginger beer, some delicious sangria and a tasty Semillion Sauvignon Blanc. Thanks Tassie, you do indeed taste good! Got to love an Uber home. Considering we had no plans, that evening turned into one to remember.
Friday 29th December 2017
Despite our exciting and tiring night out we wanted to make an earlyish start on heading to Port Arthur. We took our time on the road though and arrived there about 11.30, with heaps of other folk. On the way we were reading about the horrific massacre that occurred there in 1996. As we drove in and arrived at the site these events were upmost in our minds. After our coffee stop we joined the guided walk to learn some of the convict history that is both interesting and scary. For instance most of the convicts were not hardened criminals. In fact that had committed misdemeanors yet ended up transported to a land far away. If they became criminals its no wonder, given the conditions they had to endure and the punishments inflicted on them. The cat o’ nine tails sends a shiver down my spine thinking about how it ripped skin off the spine of others.
The next part of our day was aboard a harbour cruise to hear about the arrival of the convicts, as well as the island for boys and the island for the dead. We were getting the picture that the convict events were horrific too. I should say that this guided tour and the harbour cruise are both part of the adult entry fee of $39, making this day out very good value for money. Back on dry land we started exploring the buildings and the people of the port, as we created a picture of the settlement and it’s workings. It’s easy to see why your entry is actually for 2 days. There is loads to see. We didn’t leave until late in the afternoon, having traversed the entire site.
It is all incredibly interesting and very moving but the two things that struck me most were the convict quarters, especially the space for the bad guys, and the separate prison. I know these men were “criminals” but some of the punishments seem incredibly harsh. The idea of being silent, alone, in the dark, for days on end is downright scary. The “church” in the separate prison is plainly bizarre and the fact there there was no asylum until after the separate prison was built speaks volumes. A menace on the hill indeed. The other interesting building, or what remains of it, is the church. The reason it is interesting is it was never consecrated because it was used by different denominations – the Anglicans and The Catholics. Not that they got on. I think it was more about resources.
After such a busy day we needed a place to stay but everything was either full or required campers to be self contained. So we made the easy decision to head back to Hobart Showgrounds via the Blow Hole (not blowing), Tasman Arch, Pirates Bay, and the Tessellated Pavement. Of course, we arrived back at camp very late in the evening but our spot was waiting for us, with a great view (of the gents toilet door). Goodnight to all.
Saturday 30th December 2017
Having found ourselves back in Hobart we decided to do the Museum of Old and New Art – MONA. Everybody says you have to go and it is Hobart’s number 1 attraction, so we went along. We arrived not long after it opened at 10 and paid our entry, secured our O device and wandered off on our merry way. It’s hard to describe this place. If you’re looking for traditional art, this isn’t for you. Yet I think some traditionalists would love it. It has pieces and collections that are quirky (like the dinosaur display), shocking (like the 77 c#$@ts), fun (like the shiny grotto you can lie in) and imaginative (like the massive waterfall). I’m still not sure what to think of Tattoo Tim, or the huge motor oil display (you didn’t read that wrong) or the poor gold fish in the bowl. If you go to Hobart I suggest you go to MONA but don’t blame me if you don’t like it.
There is never enough time to do everything but we did want to go to Richmond so we opted to head there for pies and coffee on our way to Launceston. The place was packed, thanks to the weekend markets so we will have to go back, but we did do a drive past of the old bridge. Similarly we need to head back to the towns of Ross and Oatlands and others along this inland road, although we did manage to pick up a cache in Perth. From Perth to Perth. Eventually, and intothe wind, we rolled into Launceston and decided to stay at Old Macs farm, despite the short walk to the loo on the hill. At $10 a night, Mac is a legend for letting people camp here.
So, having secured our spot we headed off to cheer for the ‘Canes in the BBL. Unfortunately they lost but Launceston put on a HUGE Mexican wave that lasted at least as long as it took The Newby to join in, decide to go to the loo, come back and rejoin for a few more laps of the oval! If only someone had let the Guinness Book of World Records know because it was definitely longer than the official record. Oh, and the bogans in front of us provided lots of entertainment with their antics designed to break the rules that meant they spent most of the game avoiding the security guards! I love my cricket!
New Years Eve 2017
On one of my many business flights in another life I saw an aerial shot of a Tasmanian Lavender farm in the inflight magazine. Ever since then I have wanted to see a farm full of flowering lavender. Today we went and did just that. The Bridestowe farm has some 260 acres (or 200 kms) of lavender that was in full bloom and some of the best bloom ever. When we got there we treated ourselves to lavender scones with coffee before doing the really informative tour. Lucky for us there were only 4 people on the tour. We timed it perfectly as they have been getting more than 1000 visitors a day! So, they produce oil, gifts and are a tourist attraction. By my calculation they make much more money from tourism than lavender products, as they only produce 1000L of oil each year at $500 a liter. Each tourist though pays $10 entry, buys scones and gifts.
After the tour we wandered the lavender, sharing it with loads of bees and Asian tourists again. Don’t go here if you have a bee allergy! The day was overcast so my pictures aren’t great but they show the beauty nonetheless and I think the Maz looks great in the midst of it all. As we were leaving I scooped up about a teaspoon of tiny lavender seeds that were collected in a furrow beside the plants. They are in the bottom of a mint tin and we shake it up to release the scent. It is divine and I’m hoping it lasts a long time.
After the farm we chose to drive around to Scottsdale, on to Bridport that has a massive caravan park and a decrepit wharf, through George Town, across the impressive Batman Bridge, through Swissville (Grindelwald) and back to windy Old Macs, to quietly see in the new year together. Happy 2018. Here’s hoping for love, happiness and peace.
Happy New Year 2018
Unfortunately we woke up to find that it’s still windy. The weather killing my holiday is one way to really bring my mood crashing down and that’s exactly what was happening. Fortunately The Newby has worked this out and realised I had had enough of the wind and being stuck inside and needed to move on. We decided to have a look at Launceston’s number 1 attraction and headed to Cataract Gorge for a look, a walk and a cache. This is a lovely spot and if you don it, I suggest you park in town where it starts and walk the short and easy grade walk to the gorge and back again. Take your swimmers as you can swim in the water (!) and there is also a public swimming pool.
After coffee and a shared slice we decided to drive up to Beaconsfield to the mining museum. This is a very impressive and informative museum. The mining has stopped there now but the site is all part of the museum. At the moment part of it is being stabilised after some of it sank, but normally you can go through the mine head and down into the mine. I wasn’t at all upset that it wasn’t available to us! Inside the museum there is a great display of various aspects of life around the time that mining started in Beaconsfield including machinery. The most impressive part about this museum is that many of the exhibits are hands on! You are encouraged to touch things, try things and experience things. Including the water wheel that moves the pistons that grind the rocks! The Artist from The Wall could learn a thing or two from this museum.
But the most moving part of the museum is the information about the disaster in 2006. It is respectfully and tastefully presented, giving visitors a real sense of what the 2 men trapped underground must have experienced, including a chance to pop your head up into a space the size of the cage they spent 321hrs (or 14 nights) stuck in. But it also presents the bigger picture and just how many people were involved in their rescue. For this display alone, the entry to the museum is worth it. If you head here make sure you give yourself at least 3 hours to experience it all.
And just like that, all of today is gone so we decided to camp the night at the Beaconsfield sports ground, have a windy and quite cool shower and settle in to watch the cricket. Well some of it at least …
Tuesday 2nd January 2018
Before setting off for our days adventures we stocked up on some delicious sour dough bread recommended by fellow WikiCamps users. And it has not disappointed. We also had a wander around the little town, secured a stamp for the post card and then made for Westbury. This looks like yet another cute town with signage for Liffey Falls that we tried to follow but it bought us back to the place of the horses arse. We have this thing where the passenger in our car assists the driver at intersections with some guidance on coming traffic. As we drove through this little town I was passenging and noticed a horse float parked in the street we were crossing with the horses bum facing me. I gave sensible advice in the interests of not wanting to cause an accident, like “white car coming” then “all clear after the red one” but after we started across the intersection I thought it appropriate to declare “horses arse”. The Newby had no idea what I was trying to say, or for that matter, why. Neither do I really.
So without having found the falls, despite a lap of the town, we pushed on to Deloraine for coffee. We found the Cruising in the 50s Diner but were hugely disappointed it was closed. In peak holiday time. Instead we went into town proper, had a lovely coffee in a place with some fantastic bush furniture, before we wandered this very busy, very bright little place, ending up having a chat with the steam punk guy who makes a mean boot The Drummer would love.
Not having a place to stay for the night we booked ahead, into the Mole Creek caravan park and then took our time through the Meander Valley, discussing the merits of possibly buying a B&B. Perhaps The Newby is right and Tassie isn’t a good place for us to enter that type of venture given that it gets cold. Didn’t stop me looking for options outside of Tassie that he still didn’t like the sound of either. Perhaps it’s the lack of ability to move around that’s putting him off. Could we do a mobile B&B?
Although I do get a little claustrophobic, we decided to venture into the Marakoopa caves. We secured our tickets and then had one of our typical cheese and bickies, cashews and sparkling water lunches, while we spied an echidna in the bush. The caves were worth the money and the short trip there. Our guide was an interesting bloke, perhaps a former school teacher. He wasn’t actually patronising but he wasn’t overly approachable if you had a question. But if you got an answer to one of his questions right, Bingo! With all our new knowledge of stalactites and stalagmites, shawls and flows, we headed on a round trip of Mount Roland, gathering a few geocaches and finding some beautiful scenery, including a trickling fall and great mountain scape.
Finally, late in the evening, we made it to the caravan park, secured the requisite coins and had a beautiful shower at last! And then, as I was cooking up a storm our small gas bottle finally expired, after 14 months, with loads of cooking, having given great service in the name of camping and travelling. Gas bottle, we salute you! Lucky for us we have the bigger bottle and the Weber, so I was able to finish our dinner in the company of the park chooks. If only they knew how much I love roast chook. Lucky I’m also a lover of live birds. They made great photography subjects and probably would have only been good for chicken stock. Live and let live.
Wednesday 3rd January 2018
Today’s mission is to visit Cradle Mountain, the most acclaimed tourist attraction in Tassie. It’s a shame to leave our streamside campsite but of course our other mission for today is to ensure we make The Spirit in time for our sail back to the mainland. So we’ve got to go. We have had a great time here on the apple isle and are looking forward to capping it off today.
Unfortunately and despite on early start, there were a million people at Cradle Mountain. When I say a million I mean that many that the car park attendants were out in force, “even the boss is driving a shuttle”, no photo vantage point was free of a selfie taking tourist and the tracks and trails were congested. Our alternative plan for seeing the mountain, a helicopter ride was also thwarted by the weather and so our trip to Cradle Mountain was a BIG disappointment. We were there for a very short amount of time and decided to forgo any attempt at a walk, opting instead to leave before the site got any busier. By the time we got back to Maz the carpark queue was incomprehensible, verifying our decision to get the heck outta there! I suspect that winter time is a better time to come to the mountain, when it’s colder and therefore quieter. Although it was certainly cold!
To lift our spirits we decided to treat ourselves to lunch at the cafe in Moina before we headed on a scenic drive to Devonport where we got our gas bottle refilled, nabbed a couple of caches and eventually boarded The Spirit of Tasmania II. Tonight the Maz is parked right at the front of the boat, behaving like Rose on the front of the Titanic, doors flung wide, the camper behind her. Ok, maybe that’s overkill in terms of my description. On board now, we had a simple sandwich dinner while trying to watch the cricket. My 24hrs worth of travelcalm has made me sleepy again. It’s time for an early bed, in anticipation of an early wake up from the purser. See you later Tassie, we loved you and we will be back! If you want to follow our travels to Perth click here.
The Solo Avocado 