We shouldn’t be left on our own!!!!

What can I say about Tassie?


Well it has so much to offer that as usual we could not possibly see everything suggested. We landed in Hobart (Slobart to the locals) and got ourselves settled. To our limited knowledge of the Aussie calendar it was a state holiday with the wooden boat show going on. Great, not so with just about everything closed, restaurants, bottle shops, pubs even.


Off we go down to the harbour and catch the end of the boat show on the water. We saw lots of beautiful wooden masted ships and plenty of replicas.




Hobart harbor

Now we made many a reference to the cost of food in Ireland in our last blog but we experienced the zenith in Tassie, Just as an example the highest cost for fish and chips was $30. OK, so you don’t have to tip and it comes with real cutlery, a salad and a napkin but really $30 for fish and chips in a country where seafood is so plentiful. Yet no one seemed to blink and eye for F&C at $23, average cost. We walked also around the area where the Salamanca market is held on Saturdays only.


After a short nap we took the car and started to look for a bottle shop and a restaurant. Found both in the same area but not much to write home about. Anyways as we got back into the car Pave’ noticed her credit card, which she had just used to pay for dinner with, was no longer in her hand or in her bag. Back to the bottle shop and restaurant, no luck at either place. Empty out her purse, turn it inside out littering the pavement with North American contaminants. Nope not there either. Look in the car under the seats, on the seats, beside the seats, in the trunk (why I don’t know but leave not stone unturned) and then break into a prolific sweat because Nada! Pave’ was certain it was the Russians lounging around outside the area where the car was parked that pilfered the card right out of her hand and she had the cut on her finger to prove it.


Skyped Visa and cancelled the card, got a new one sent to a destination in New Zealand (we hope), drink wine, try to sleep. OK we are in downtown where all the cross walks have sounds for the visually impaired which go from the slow single beep to the erratic beep on speed and we had one of these crossings right outside our window. Needless to say not a terrific sleep but the Internet was cheap so we caught up on pre-planning.

Decide to head north to Launceston as our next base rather than travel every day. Arrived later that day, Tuesday, and found our spot in Grindelwald, a faux Swiss village atmosphere. A swim and another rest (driving on the opposite side is a bit exhausting) dinner at the restaurant and small walk and prep for the next day. But wait where is the camera, not in my pack, not in Pave’s pack, cannot find it in the car but it is so dark I cannot see or feel anything. So that night’s sleep was a bit fitful. How much will a new camera cost, what kind can we find etc?


One more look in the car with more light and low and behold it was in the glove compartment.


Off to Launceston and the Cataract Gorge where we took the chairlift across the river which has the longest single span for a chairlift in the world (304 meters). Samantha and Pave’ took this little ride 25 years ago. “It seemed so big back then“. Now as chairlifts go don’t get excited that you are missing something dramatic because you aren’t but you do travel through a channel of giant rhododendron trees where your feet can brush the leaves. One way was 5 minutes and I think a slow boat to China is faster. Off we trek down one side of the gorge and enjoy the well fenced and paved pathway. We were going to take a boat trip up the gorge but we already saw it so cancel the boat. After we get to the bottom we have to get back up, well let’s take the trail up the other side. WARNING, HIKERS ONLY, pashaw we decide we can do it, besides who wants to go back the way you just came down. Well 20 sweaty minutes later we emerged from our foray on the Zigzag trail.





Cataract Gorge

Lunch time and off for our picnic, not a problem right, well no picnic tables to be found anywhere inside Launceston. So out of town scouting out picnic table sites. We almost got back to out hotel when we take a chance, shoot across the highway and actually find a spot by the highway at the wildlife sanctuary. Now back home being so close to the road would definitely not be a good idea but here with maybe 1 or 2 cars a minute we did not mind it. After our obligatory bottle of wine, with meat, cheese, bread, tomato and what ever else we picked up for our meal. Off we go for a self guided walking tour of Launceston, which as you can imagine was not without a few surprises.



That evening we drove into town to hear some music. Found a restaurant/pub with music at 9:00, shared a nice dinner and then went for a walk because we had about 45 minutes until the music began. On our return we were denied entry because we did not have closed toed shoes and then if we did go in they wanted to charge us a cover fee. Dang. Well back to faux Switzerland we go and end the evening.



Up and off on a well deserved wine tour. The first winery, CLOSED, the next winery was not open yet but as we turned around the owner drove and said the tasting shop would be open in 10 minutes. So up we drove and enjoyed the beauty of the scenery while the cellar door was opened up. Beautiful boutique wines so we purchased a Riesling. Onwards to more wineries, Closed, Closed, next one open with very nice champagne style wines, so nice they took more points than those “Frenchie” ones at competition, Pinot Grigio purchased. Off to find some provisions so we had to divert from the wine route. We found a pleasant location and ate in the car due to inclement weather. Found the last winery, Leaning Church, we had mapped out, Sauvignon Blanc, absolutely delicious.





Tassie evening

Back home and when we return there is a message to call about a found Visa card. Pave’ called but it was my card left behind at the LC winery. With no good maps off I go to retrieve the precious and necessary piece of plastic. Get across the river and the low fuel indicator lights up, OK use the small amount of cash have in my wallet. Not today because there are no gas stations along the cross country route I decide on taking and to boot I forgot my wallet back at the hotel when I changed shorts. Finally found the correct road and retrieved my card but the nearest gas station was maybe 30 to 40 km away. Well coasting down every hill and across any flat section I could I finally made it to a station that would take my card. Now is it possible for a 60 litre tank to take 61.5 litres.

The next day we headed back to Slobart via the east coast. What a stomach in the mouth trip at some points. Who needs the Mad Mouse now. Stopped at a brewery out on an amazing point overlooking the ocean for lunch as we came across no deli or bakery.

Finally found our accommodation which was definitely the low point of the trip so far. Everything was booked - except $300+/night. We ended up in a room with a bed above a very noisy pub. Well it had to happen sooner or later.

Saturday morning we head to Salamanca Market in a Vancouver type rain which did not let up while we were out. Again this had been somewhere Pave’ had wanted to return to. So sad in the pouring rain. .

Wet Salamanca market

We decided to go to the Museum of Old and New Art (MONA) which we discover has only been open a month. Absolutely amazing so find it on the net and enjoy. To boot it was free with the most incredible technology to let you know where you where and what you were viewing. Then enter your email and you get web access to the tour you took

This is really an exhibit not a person

Now you would think that we had our three mishaps, not so the hotel owners son was 30 Saturday night and the Private Function room was just below our room where the party went on until well after 3 in the morning. Thankfully we did have ear plugs that cut the noise in about half.

Up and off to Port Arthur where modern prison reforms were bring put into practice over a long period of years. Modern practices were segregation rather open ward type cells, solitary confinement rather than flogging. It was a change from physical deterrents to physiological deterrents.

A bit of Port Arthur,

A terrific drive down and back with a chance stop at a stop called Fish Lips for dinner. It was the best meal we have had in Australia, cooked by a couple of retired Finns who spend half the year in Tassie, and split the remainder in Finland and Queensland. Back to the hotel and prepare for our early morning departure to New Zealand.

Return the car and check in for our flight which was delayed. get some coffee, which we finally figure out how to order, and then through security were we wait again. the announcement eventually comes to begin boarding in about 10 minutes. Also get a text that a credit card was found in the rental car and if we return to the counter we can get it back. Out I go, retrieve Paved "lost" card and am back through security before boarding begins, A very small airport. And we begin our adventurous trip in New Zealand.

Tried to post videos but no luck this time

Regards AJ

Adelaide and Beyond

After the beautiful, bustle and weird and wonderful weather of Melbourne Adelaide was a lovely tonic. We were met at the train station by Rosie a wonderful teaching buddy from my stint in Adelaide in 1986!. It was as if the twenty-five years were nothing and we hugged and laughed as if we saw her last week.

She and her husband Mike were teaching during the week so Arne and I stayed in The Adabco Boutique Hotel (not sure about the boutique bit) and busied ourselves in and around the city as usual on buses and this time on bikes (free.) We rode on a hot and dusty day down by the River Torrens. Bikes with three gears gave us a good work out. We followed this with a nostalgic ride on the Obahn - a bus that turns itself into a train and whizzes on a narrow gauge track outside the city and up to the base of the Adelaide hills - a kind of Chitty Chitty Bang Bang for the modern years. Actually it had just been put into service when I was in Adelaide all those years ago. We should try it in Vancouver.

Down by the Torrens


We left the Obahn and took a long bus ride up into the hills to the Cleland Animal Reserve where it was sadly too hot to handle koalas - anything of 32 degrees and koalas can’t be held. Nonetheless they draped themselves so gracefully among the tree branches for us and languidly munched their eucalyptus leaves like roly poly Roman Emperors. We ate our lunch under the jaundiced eye of a kookaburra who looked as if the minute we left he would go off and join his friends for a good natter about tourists.

Too hot to be handled

If you’ve been to Victoria, BC you have a sense of Adelaide - with sun of course and gentle hills all around. They also have Mount Lofty - which isn’t.

It was in Adelaide when we began to get a real sense of how expensive it was to eat out in Australia. But the food is usually good and there’s no tipping so….
As the Australians say, “You’re right.” (said quickly and with a duck of the head)
It means variously, You/he/she/it
Is/ are alright,
or It’s OK, that was my fault,
or, Everything’s fine.
It’s a wonderful, catch-all phrase.

For the most part each day begins with coffee (more about that in a minute) a sweetie,(to eat that is) a drive to somewhere or something which is always interspersed with a picnic lunch for which we assiduously purchase a bottled of chilled sauv blanc (or something else that is white and cold), buns, cheese, sliced meats a carrot and a piece of fruit. Our picky nickys are the favourite part of the day. We have usually driven a distance and found a lovely spot - or not and a table, or not, and then a good nosh. Dinner out has been a bit hit or miss. When you don’t know the area, arrive late, read the guide book for guidance - well sometimes it just doesn’t work. But it rarely matters because lunch is always such a treat.

Coffee: As Canadians who love our drip coffee it has been a challenge to find just a cup ó joe. You can get - long flat black, short flat black, latte, macchiatos… the list is endless. But just a cup of plain, drip coffee - no go. Although Rosie like a true Italian did brew us some fine expresso - so grateful.

But we have found a way to get what we both want in our morning fix. Ask for long, flat black and then bring those little creamers from your hotel room and add them to the coffee which is really a big, strong expresso - success!

We were wined and dined royally by dear friends Angela and David. Their great kids Bonnie and Will actually hung around too while we went on a long and windy trip down memory lane. Some of us (and I won’t mention any names but her name begins with P and ends with e) really enjoyed the champers - until morning and the reckoning.

We spent the weekend with Rosie and Mike with a trip out to the Bourassa Valley (where some of those very drinkables wines come from) and a wine tour. We sipped and munched the afternoon away.

That evening there was a grand party in our honour and many old chums arrived. We laughed over very bad old pictures of ourselves as young teachers and some of us (not mentioning any names but his name starts with an A and ends with an e) really got into our cups and swept me around the kitchen to Stan Rogers singing “Forty five Years From Now.” Have you noticed a bit of a boozy trend here?!

We left Adelaide just as the sun was rising and had a too long and not too comfortable flight to Tasmania - we had to go back to Melbourne and then on to Hobart - no direct flights.

It was good to return to the heady days of my youth (well I was certainly younger) see good friends again and to revisit old haunts and some see some new ones. I always wanted to come back to dear, old Adelaide and thanks to good planning on AJ’s part I got my wish.

Actually out for dinner

PJ

My posts may be a bit disjointed from here on in for the next few attempts.

I was informed that my Mom passed away Feb 15 and Pave'& I had already said our goodbyes before we left. We will finish our trip as sketchy as it is.

Thanks for all the positive feedback on the few post we have already completed.

Regards Arne

The end of Melbourne

Jenny, Brenda, Helen ( Samantha's boss), PJ, AJ, Dianne (Kim missing due to improtant work)


We met up with Samantha's colleauges at Melbourne University for lunch and had a great visit.


Wandered around after that and ended up at a free exhibition of Australian Children Books Illustrations. what a fantastict showing of prints with copies of the children's books to read afterwards and experience the complete conception of the work. This building was also the main Library where they had Ned Kelly's original suit of bush armour. Should be a photo here but it did not download and have since cleared the chip.


The next day we went to St Kilda's beach and came across a few live music performances, we liked both spots we hit that we bought cd's and they are great to listen to in the car.




One of the free concerts



Back to the apartment and get ready to move out early the next morning for the train to Adelaide.

So what can I say about Melbourne that impressed me? Well two things actually, first the public transit system is very good and if you know the connections getting somewhere quickly is not too much of a problem and even the ugly people look good in Melbourne. Everyone is so well dressed regardless of the time of day that they look as if they are going to some special event.

Thx AJ

the Grotto

London Bridge (fell down 1998)

Loch Ard Gorge

12 Apostles

Gibson Steps

We are now leaving Melbourne for Adelaide on the Overlander train. It is a 10 hour trip but we are trying to reduce our flying requirements with all the security issues at airports.

We are going to try and add some photos and possibly a 30 second video but if nothing shows up we did try.

So what did we get up to over the past few days after our free romps on the tourist bus and tram?

Off to the tourist office for maps and ideas of what to do. We decided to rent a car and do some outside Melbourne touring. First day we drove the Great Ocean Road for a short portion (hope video appears) the following day we drove to Phillip Island for the Penguin Parade (no photos allowed).

The GOR is really a trip that should be done over a couple of days but we ended up with about a 17 – 18 hour day. It was well worth the effort. Unfortunately we could not see all of the sights or points of interest which were not all that well marked for their turn offs. We left Melbourne as the backlash of cyclone Yasi was buffeting the area but as adventurous and ignorant travelers off we set seeking the sun. Yah right.

We stopped for our first picnic fortuitously finding an area with a number of picnic tables that had seen better days protected from the offshore winds and relaxed with our $4 bottle of wine, cheese, meat, fruit etc.

We found the Gibson steps and got down to the beach where we almost got soaked as a roller came in and we found ourselves knee deep as we stood well above, we thought, the water’s edge. Onwards to the Twelve Apostles (sandstone water and wind sculpted formations) , past the Bay of Martyrs (little apostles), a stop at the Loch Ard Gorge, named after a ship of the same name that was shipwrecked offshore, with our final stop before trying find our way back at the Grotto. Absolutely fantastic and we recommend the adventure to anyone considering Melbourne as a destination.

The return trip was long and we changed the route back due to the time, still cannot get used to the sun not setting until 8:30 – 9:00 mentally we are still expecting sunset to clue us into dinner time and as such our dinners have been quite late. Stopped in a small town at the local hotel for a delicious meal and off we set for the remainder of the trip. Sheet lightening filled the sky and when we stopped in Geelong, about an hour and a half from Melbourne, to fill up the car, the sky released a torrential downpour, needless to say the wipers worked overtime. The radio reception was disgusting so we never got any info on the state of affairs.

“Home again, home again, jiggidy jig,” Melbourne had been through flash floods which we heard about on the news when we were safe in our little home. Just a block or so away on Chapel Street, fantastic shopping area, people were trying to find safety on benches and up light poles. Off to sleep somewhere around 1:30. Pave’ will recall our Phillip Island escapade.

Regards AJ

The Penguin Parade sounds like a Disney movie title and doesn’t do justice to the sweet and amazing event. There’s a complex which surrounds, protects, advertises, and educates the masses about the penguins. There we read and saw displays about these tiny wonders. We had made the tricky decision to purchase slightly upgraded seats for the viewing. Instead of sitting in the stands with upwards of 2000 people we were going to sit in a stand close to the beach with only around 150 people. We could have paid and even bigger premium and been in a very special spot and served canapés. That just seemed a bit too silly.

The little darlings don’t swim up from the Bass Strait until it is dark. Then, under the cover of night and safe from predators from above, they slowly come ashore in clusters of 10-20. OH my. Their white chests and shiny bluey/black bodies pulsated as they did their wee dance up the beach. They make a huffing, quacking sound to each other as they cluster at the beach shore. There, they preened themselves completely. Meanwhile, we spectators huddled under many layers of clothing as the sea blew strong gusts of wind and the rain fell in sheets. We oohed and aahed as the came in wave after wave of them. We finally got down from the stands where we got the wide view and sat down by the fence which separated us from them and watched and they followed some special inside messages up the sandy path and into the surrounding hillocks and each found their burrows and their babies.

We were totally caught up in the spectacle of these tiny, waddling birds. Driven as they are by their inner forces to come to shore night after night - it was a sight we won’t forget. Wish all of you could have seen it!

PJ

Melbourne

We arrived to Melbourne without any problems except cool airplane cabin temperatures and sleep problems. Through Auckland without a hitch and into the early morning heat of Melbourne. Set up a drop off right to our hotel/apartment, arrived just after noon February 1 and got more heat as we stepped from the van.

We have a great spot and after a small walk for a brew and nachos we walked around to get a bit oriented and back to the place. When we got in I dropped off to sleep for about 9 hours straight woke up at 3:30 Feb 2 and then slept until 7:00.

I must say prices are quite high for many items including food, much more than I expected but then the last time I was here was 26 years ago. Anyway this is a nice way to begin my retirement even if it is earlier than anticipated.

This trip will be a bit different from 2008 especially since there will be very minimal language difficulties. We have been making travel changes as I type, particularly since the weather in Queensland just seems to get worst. The temps in Melbourne are supposed to cool (high 20’s to mid 30’s) a bit of cloud cover and refreshing winds.

Melbourne is very green with lots of beautiful parks though out the city and suburbs.
More to come from Pave’
Best regards and will add more in future posts.

Thx AJ

Happy Things:

Well I think the Aussies must all be on happy pills – so kind, so helpful. Everyone we speak to steers us in the right direction with a big smile.

Things we like in Melbourne so far:
The Royal Botanical Gardens – lush, shady, and full of bird song.
Federation Square – a wide open plaza, with an old stone cathedral rubbing shoulders with uber-modern buildings and a gaint screen showing England vs Australia in a cricket match.
Our terrific apartment as lovely as can be a complete kitchen, huge, comfy bed and two huge TV’s. We are in South Yarra near trams and trains.

So wonderful to see all the things Samantha told us about – especially Melbourne Uni.


Sad things:

NO DRIP COFFEE. Sigh... but beautiful lattes.
A lady at Fed Square said I could get the seniors discount without asking me my age. Double sigh...
Low Alcohol Beer: Arne is crying (into his beer that is) the highest he can find in a regular beer is 4% Well he will just have to drink more. So I guess that is a sad/happy thing.

Cheers for now.

PJ