The rest of Tassie went pretty quickly, seeing a lone penguin in Bicheno, some tassie devils, wallabies and roos at Nature World, and trying local cheeses at Pyengana. Getting back to Hobart of Friday night, I tried to have an early night, but had my rubber arm twisted by some of the friendly folks at the Pickled Frog, and so after a speedy game of chess--in which I seized defeat from the jaws of victory--we did a tour of some of the local Hobart attractions. I know I came home with a couple of entry stamps on my wrist, but that's about all I could tell you about where we went. There were a couple of Aussies, a couple of Kiwis, three other Canadians (one from the 'Peg and two from Guelph -- seriously!), and a couple of Belgians. Left on Saturday for Devonport, but not before hitting up the Salamanca market and having shark and chips for lunch.
From Devonport I took the Spirit of Tasmania ferry to Melbourne. It's about an eleven hour trip, and fortunately, quite calm. I did meet a very nice eighty-three year old Welshman named Con who has been travelling around by himself and was, I think quite lonely for company. We chatted a bit, and had dinner at the eatery on board. The next morning once we docked, he insisted that I share his cab into town (he was going right where I needed to go) and then met me up for lunch! He was good company, and as I said, I think he was rather lonely.
Am in Melbourne now, indefinitely, or until I figure out what I'm going to do in NZ, when I'm going to go, and how I'm going to get there. It's rather warmer here than it was in Tassie, but a little rainy. Am going to wander today, and possibly buy a new pair of jeans (mine are two steps from death). Then laundry tonight, and a movie? Only time will tell.
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