The Retirees on the Move Again -Tasmania in Ten – South to Tassie

It did not start off very well. I got out of the wrong side of the bed and stayed on that side all day with bad luck following me to rub it in. It started with the trip to the airport parking in Eagle Farm. Our GPS wanted to take us to the city and would not get that idea out of its little brain until we crossed the Gateway Bridge. Then when we get to Virgin Airline check in (I had checked in online), the queue to drop bags was longer than the queue checking in. Then the security check went badly wrong for no fault of mine – I tried 4 or 5 times to pass through taking off more and more clothing and once through got a hurry up from one of the staff as I was trying to redress.

Then everything seemed to settle down once we boarded the plane with free snacks and a drink (on Virgin) and a comfortable flight, luggage collection and hire car (actually hire camper van) collection until it came to showing us how to empty the “night soil canister”. Obviously the last hirer had not been briefed and he had left us a little present. I then set up the Tommy (yellow tack to the dash board just like Thistle) and we headed for Swansea on the east coast of Tassie.

We passed through Sorrell and travelled through some picturesque landscape, across the Prosser River until we came to Great Oyster Bay and finally our caravan park for the night.

We decided not to shower that night (it was too bloody cold) and went to the Barkmill Pub instead for a hearty lunch and dinner. There was a fabulous fire and we were close by so it was tragic when we had to leave to go back to our cold forlorn camper van. We had unpacked but it was just difficult to get into bed and the TV would not work. So it was lights out at 9.00pm on a hard bed wrestling Kerry for some bed covers.