So today we landed in Burnie, Tasmania, an island off Australia a days float from Melbourne. It was warm today, but I imagine tomorrow to be about 25 degrees worse as we will be in Melbourne. Perhaps that should be a stay on the boat day. I don't fancy 110 degrees!
Okay, so here we are in Burnie and we rented a car so we could drive along the coast. Odd that we would choose to do this, we have been coastal for nearly two weeks now. But that is what we did—stuffed 5 adults tipping the scales on the larger side of the scale for our heights into a Toyota something or other. The front folks seemed comfy but the back was miserable with knees not fitting, sunlight blaring on our bare necks and heads and hardly able to see. But we were stoic. VERY Stoic! And endured!
We drove to a cute little town called Stanley on an isthmus with 5 fishing boats, a marvelous little sea-creature museum, (can't think of the right word) but we got to hold the crabs, big buggers and a lobster...very cape-codesque mixed with Inverness and Drakes Beach, Scenic and Charming, a place to go for a month and write a book. Sadly, it appeared all the books have been written and the authors have gone home. Most of the place seemed vacant, many little ocean front holiday cabins and charming inns-hotels. It was perfectly sparkling clean and fresh and very inviting, but this is their high season and they appeared to have no visitors in town at all except those of us that ventured this way from the Cruise ship. This doesn't bode well for what we can expect in Groveland this coming summer for tourism, but that is a thought that can wait another week or so before I start to dwell in that direction.
Jack did a marvelous job in getting us from point to point. From what I counted we only had 5 or 6 mistakes and none of them really fatal even with driving on the wrong side of the road. All in all, a good day's journey.