Work was over, for now. I’d finished up a contract and was looking for new work and on the eve of my departure to Tasmania received a job offer with sponsorship - woo!
Pete and Claire were leaving Australia and a friend of theirs (and mine) came to see Australia whilst they were here. Tasmania is one of those nearby places you never actually see until the last moment and so was the case for Pete and Claire.
Arriving for our long weekend in Tassie we start off with a trip to the infamous MONA (Museum of Old and New Art), shuttled by a re-purposed military search and rescue catamaran we’re taken from the docks in downtown to a shopping centre, a fake facade, cut into the belly of the rock on the outskirts of town. Down and down the stairs went where we began our expeditions.
A heart-rate recorder, a wall of vaginas, tubing of bacteria with 'feeding times’, a library of empty books, and a room lined with televisions blaring out the worst karaoke of Madonna’s 'La Isla Bonita’.
All very interesting and peculiar stuff we decide to leave the city for nature and drive north to Wineglass Bay.
Wallaby selfies.
Sampled some fresh and famous Tasmanian oysters and sparkling wine.
Launceston, the ring of fire and many fine beaches.
And back to Hobart; a short 5 day trip and back into Melbourne and a new adventure at a new job.
Photos, as always, on Flickr! https://www.flickr.com/photos/omgaz/sets/72157655832732675