A week in Tasmania over the Easter break I must admit is not my idea of the perfect long weekend holiday. Unfortunately though my Engineer does not have a drivers license and subsequently i’m stuck with 2,800 kilometres of pain behind the wheel.
(This coupled with the need for three sites seperated by the entire island meant that it simply wasn’t going to be possible for one team to complete all the work so I gave up my holidays to go.)
Of those who are Aussies, you will wonder how the hell you drive 2,800 km’s on an island that’s only 300km’s long(!), well, when one has to traverse the island several times in a the space of a few short days, one can manage to get some serious mileage up on their machines without too much hassle.
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Tasmania is a beautiful place and very much the small country town mentality wrapped in a few city highlights and windswept pathways , continually in the shadow of the endless winter that seems to pervade not only the town but down to your very fibres of being.
This damp, wetness that envelopes you starts to feel almost homely after a couple of days and you can’t help but take in the peoples warmth of character (ok, not so much character, but plenty of warmth) and the fresh air that pervades your lungs like a lifetime smoker who finally kicks the habit.
It is unfortunate that I rarely take (ed: get) the time to really see these place for what they are, and i’m saddened that I didn’t get to visit some of the amazing attractions such as the eerie Port Arthur and the glowing Mt Cradle towards the north. As such, my facts-and-figures on this trip are clouded by the endless hours of work, lack of sleep and general dampness that is the southerly most point in our fine country.
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Onto completely different matters, I am absolutely appalled at the quality of my spelling, grammar, punctuation and general english dialogue skills on this website over the preceeding six months. To say that I could have written better when drunk (which, for 3 months, I haven’t seen that demon hanging around anywhere close..) would be a serious underestimation of the lack of effort I have placed into making this site something meaningful and (somewhat) enjoyable experience.
For this I must pass on the deepest of apologies. This has been my baby since 2003 and without my direct input, it ceases to be anything more than my (literally) incoherent ramblings adjacent to occassional comments from long-time friends and visitors from the Russian mafia*
I will attempt to invest more in my site, I will attempt to invest more time in myself….. as soon as I get this site migration completed…
Honest…
Loving all your work
Adam
*Ok, so Russian mafia may be a little drastic, but I have read some very strange feedback from people who coherency levels are equal to mine when I was first drunk on a bottle of bad quality bourbon…..
