February 8 - 14.
Where it all began
Ah, Tasmania! As I walked across the runway from the plane to the terminal the
familiar blended aroma of gum leaves and
aircraft fuel filled my nostrils. I must be home!
And indeed I was. Rod and his two tow-headed kids met me at the airport. Crikey
Rod, they have grown! Well you have been away for a year. Thomas and Grace
provided non-stop entertainment from the back seat of the car all the way back to
Yes, Launceston! Sunny Launceston! Home of David Boon,
(Brilliant Youngster) Ricky Ponting, and
Boag's beer. In that order.
Things I did:
had a barbecue at Grada's new house (there, Grada! I mentioned it!)
got asked for ID by some dimwitted bouncer at a second-rate pub ("I'm
drove to Hobart then back to Launceston via the east coast, waving to my loyal
subjects along the way
visited more friends and relatives than you can shake a stick at