Well, as most of you know Dave and i went to Tasmania on the uni holidays for a week. We didn't really plan it very well in hind sight, but it was fun none the less. We stayed with family friends of mine, Lynn and Peter Inglish who live in a house with all the comfortable extras down in the Huon valley, about ten minutes out of Huonville for those in the know. Its a beautiful spot, with a view of the Huon river, apple orchards and mountains. We kind of took it easy and just explored for the first few days, going down to the Huon trail and the Airwalk at Tahune one day, and just cruising for some shops and markets the next. We found some awesome antiques stores, and just had a leisurly time of it all. On the Thursday in the week we were away we went for a long drive to Launceston. Its about 2and a half hours drive each way from where we were but it was worth it! we found a place called Birchalls which stocked everything from games to books, comics to figurines! it was great! Dave and i spent over 450 dollars there all up! It was magnificent! We came back in the same day deciding at the last minute not to go to Davenport for a look around.(this turned out to be a big mistake as there was a massive nerd store we could have gone too!!)we are thinking of going over one day with the car and going crazy :)
So all of this equalled a nice and happy trip up until the last dreadful day in Hobart. Let me begin this final part of the tale with a warning, NEVER stay at a youth hostel! EVER!
I had left the booking of our hotel room until the last minute and seriously had to call about 20 hotels before i got the YHA which had one room free- but she said it was above the pub and they have a karaoke night every saturday which was fine by me, and plus she said it finished at 1am anyway so i said ok. we get to the YHA at 10am, dump our bags in the foyer and go down and have an enjoyable wander around the Salamanca market. we get back to the hotel at 2 and are given our room keys, we go and find our room, firstly the key didn't work first go so we had to jiggle it, when we finally get it open we open our door onto a room the size of a shoe box. Seriously it had a bed, two side tables, and a metal clothes rack, some mysterious door to no where and a window that opened out onto a generator or some other large noise making machine AND no bathroom!communal showering! shudder.great. we leave and go have dinner in the pub next door, get some ice-cream from Mures( which was amazing btw) and head back to our room for a nice quiet night of perusing our bought wares and sleep. come 10 o'clock on the dot, loooud karaoke singing from down stairs with such great hits as " my heart will go on" and that crappy blood hound gang song with animals in it! this went on till about 2am by which time i was grinding my teeth and pulling out my hair while Dave slept peacefully beside me ( seriously he can sleep through a bloody war) then finally blissful, peaceful sleep...for. TWO.hours.
We were rudely awoken by drunk men out the front of our door spewing in the hallway, and because the toilet block was, seriously, 2meters from our room door, spewing in the toilets too, then they started talking about their wangs and how big they are: aka "seriously Steve i walk in there with my 4 inch cock erect..." and "im 35 years old and cant get an erection..." etc etc until finally they left after an hour or so hammering on doors and bumping into walls and stuff! geeeez! i couldn't believe it, it was insane- so the next day, as you can imagine i was extremely grumpy, overtired and ready to kill anything that looked at me sideways, and poor Dave had to put up with the full brunt of it. because of daylight savings the plane was late, i was supposed to go visit my grandma and was just too tired and couldn't be bothered, and every little thing that Dave did annoyed me. ( i bought him a frappe and an apple cake to say sorry with tho.) Man i have never been as angry as i was on that day... i am surprised that Dave is still with me actually.. love to Dave!:)
here are some photos of the good part of the trip:
Peace.
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