It's been an age since I've been in a camping ground, and even though we are just in a cabin, rather than a tent, the feeling of living on top of each other, the freshness of the grass and trees after a reasonable amount of rain, very nice.
Had some weird dreams last night - one of which K had travelled to Oz before kicking on to Africa (via Darwin and India for some reason, on Delhi Airlines), but before getting on the plane I didn't have a visa for India, simple me thinking that as a Commonwealth country I was allowed in anyways - K, of course, had her visa months ago.
Second dream was somewhat weirder even - I was at work, in a windowless office by myself (the layout of the office reminded me of Richmond Gaol, actually), whereas everyone else had windows, and weren't working just by themselves, usually two to an office. Being by myself for 10 hours a day was causing me stress, and I was maybe close to another breakdown, my boss LD (from the Ministry back in Wellington) called me by phone to call her into the office.
Then it morphed into another dream, whereby my contact lense was stuck in my eye, so I had to take the entire eyeball out - accidentally snapping the optic nerve, so we sorted the contact lens out, but when I put the eyeball back in, hoping I would be able to see, the reality of the optic nerve going meant that I was now blind in the left eye. I think it actually woke me up to check that I could see out of both eyes because the dream had turned so realistic or terrifying.
We left Richmond about 9am, and had breakfast at Maccas at Sorrell - stopped myself getting run over at the drive thru, which was nice - and then drove down to Port Arthur. Found a Hobart FM station (HOFM, named Aich Oh, rather than Ho) to get the Steve Irwin service - oh, and there has been a coup in Thailand, which is the big news story internationally - Thaksin was overseas at the UN General Assembly or something.
Anyways, listening to Steve Irwin's memorial service while going down the peninsulas to the Port Arthur area - good lookout to the Tasman park, then the Tessellated Pavement, the Tasman Arch, the Devil's Kitchen and the Blowhole. Absolutely stunning scenery, and hope it comes out in the photos.
Off down to Port Arthur, when I was in the car, I imagined how it must have been for the cops racing down the same roads in 1996. Decided to do the general admission and the two side trips, so lots of walking, lots of cruising.
Before the cruises we did the Government Gardens and the churches, then off to the Isle of the Dead, where the Port Arthur graveyard was, and then off to the Point Puer Boy's Prison, where they tried to rehabilitate the young Brits before they had youth centres in the UK - there were only six of us, four being the usual suspects, and me being the only boy, was picked as both the good and bad boy, and the guide was interacting with me in front of the others - I did the better job as the bad boy. Must have been the beanie, which V suggested made me look like a crim.
Went to the Memorial Garden for That Shooting, and then up to the Penitentiary, Military Barracks, Commandant's Quarters, Hospital and Seperate Prison. All very good, all very striking, all very tiring.
Headed to Hobart, got lost trying to find the motel in Glenorchy, the light on the sign was on the blink and the map was inconclusive. We got here, got BBQ Idol pizza from across the road, and flopped into bed, figuratively and literally. I have a few ideas of what I want to do tomorrow, but the others are looking more to shopping...
Had some weird dreams last night - one of which K had travelled to Oz before kicking on to Africa (via Darwin and India for some reason, on Delhi Airlines), but before getting on the plane I didn't have a visa for India, simple me thinking that as a Commonwealth country I was allowed in anyways - K, of course, had her visa months ago.
Second dream was somewhat weirder even - I was at work, in a windowless office by myself (the layout of the office reminded me of Richmond Gaol, actually), whereas everyone else had windows, and weren't working just by themselves, usually two to an office. Being by myself for 10 hours a day was causing me stress, and I was maybe close to another breakdown, my boss LD (from the Ministry back in Wellington) called me by phone to call her into the office.
Then it morphed into another dream, whereby my contact lense was stuck in my eye, so I had to take the entire eyeball out - accidentally snapping the optic nerve, so we sorted the contact lens out, but when I put the eyeball back in, hoping I would be able to see, the reality of the optic nerve going meant that I was now blind in the left eye. I think it actually woke me up to check that I could see out of both eyes because the dream had turned so realistic or terrifying.
We left Richmond about 9am, and had breakfast at Maccas at Sorrell - stopped myself getting run over at the drive thru, which was nice - and then drove down to Port Arthur. Found a Hobart FM station (HOFM, named Aich Oh, rather than Ho) to get the Steve Irwin service - oh, and there has been a coup in Thailand, which is the big news story internationally - Thaksin was overseas at the UN General Assembly or something.
Anyways, listening to Steve Irwin's memorial service while going down the peninsulas to the Port Arthur area - good lookout to the Tasman park, then the Tessellated Pavement, the Tasman Arch, the Devil's Kitchen and the Blowhole. Absolutely stunning scenery, and hope it comes out in the photos.
Off down to Port Arthur, when I was in the car, I imagined how it must have been for the cops racing down the same roads in 1996. Decided to do the general admission and the two side trips, so lots of walking, lots of cruising.
Before the cruises we did the Government Gardens and the churches, then off to the Isle of the Dead, where the Port Arthur graveyard was, and then off to the Point Puer Boy's Prison, where they tried to rehabilitate the young Brits before they had youth centres in the UK - there were only six of us, four being the usual suspects, and me being the only boy, was picked as both the good and bad boy, and the guide was interacting with me in front of the others - I did the better job as the bad boy. Must have been the beanie, which V suggested made me look like a crim.
Went to the Memorial Garden for That Shooting, and then up to the Penitentiary, Military Barracks, Commandant's Quarters, Hospital and Seperate Prison. All very good, all very striking, all very tiring.
Headed to Hobart, got lost trying to find the motel in Glenorchy, the light on the sign was on the blink and the map was inconclusive. We got here, got BBQ Idol pizza from across the road, and flopped into bed, figuratively and literally. I have a few ideas of what I want to do tomorrow, but the others are looking more to shopping...
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