Because We Can

Very long busy day including a night trip in search of wildlife in a National Park, plus no Internet, so we are a little behind in posting. A slightly different view out our window this morning. Have to love the clouds both below and above Mount Wellington with the colorful buildings of Hobart in the foreground. . A near perfect breakfast. Baked beans, mushrooms and ham. How far the mighty have fallen. Where we spent most of the day. The windows all around made it very easy to see any sights. And Troy and Gordon are the best guide and driver we have ever had. There’s likely more OAT tours in our future. Our first stop was at Bonorong Wildlife sanctuary, a wonderful place to experience the wildlife of Tasmania. It was our first time to get a look at wombats. The common wildlife of Tasmania is so different from what we are used to. What’s not to like about a wombat, including its name. The babies are very cuddly, the adults are as likely to attack you as not. Based o...

  The view from our window this morning. For a tour company that advertises 3 1/2 and 4 star hotels, this is not what we expected our view to be. Traveling on our own we stay in lower class hotels and have better views. Maybe I am still feeling the unpleasantness of our overcooked fish at our OAT included for dinner last night. Grouchy Bob. Breakfast was buffet style. It most definitely wasn’t up to the level we had at the Customs House. Definitely Grouchy Bob. We started off the morning with a city tour. Linda and I had trouble understanding why a guide with a soft voice would chose to stand by a noisy fountain to give a lengthy monologue on the history of the immediate area. Not trying being picky, just trying to give an honest review of the mornings events. Heading down to Port Arthur, the most notorious of all the convict sites. Troy filled us in on all we were seeing and often had us laughing at his bad jokes, while Gordon, who will be driving us around Tassie was also...

Morning has been special at the Customs House with the sun rising over the distant mountains and spreading across the harbor. I wonder what morning will look like from out new hotel room? One of the many “terms of endearment” I have for Linda is “Ms. Snoop a Lot.” There was a large stack of laundered bedding beside the elevator. Linda just had to pick up the paper laying atop the stack and see what it said. When I remarked after entering the elevator, “I see Ms. Snoop a Lot is at it again,” she looked at me in a most serious way and informed me it was a a most important piece of paper because it would allow the accounting department to ensure they were paying for the correct amount of laundry.I guess I just don’t understand what is really important. When a female convict being transported from England to Tasmania misbehaved, they were placed in a box such as this. I note that it is just the perfect size for her. Wonder if the plans are available? The photo doesn’t begin to due j...