Tuesday, October 11, 2016

Launceston to Devonport

We briefly thought about flying back to Sydney but realized that Jetstar would charge like a wounded bull for the privilege of changing our tickets. Instead, we decided to drive around Tasmania so I rented a car and headed off to the north west.

Robin was enjoying the luxury of washing and drying clothes in the Sebel so much that she did not want to leave. Anyhow we headed off north along the eastern side of the Tamar River.

There only half a million people living in Tasmania and most of them live in Hobart and Launceston so highways in Tasmania have very little traffic.

Plenty of heavy looking rain clouds.

Tamar River

Looking  towards Bass Strait that separates Tasmania from the rest of Australia.

It was quite windy and the water quite choppy.

Next time you want to repaint your house, you could consider doing something like this. Briefly!

We stopped for lunch at a bakery in Georgetown and I had one of these pies.

Tasmania is famous for its scallops. The pie cost $7 and was delicious.

The bakery display cases were filled with many of the traditional Aussie favourites. The objects on the bottom shelf are lamingtons but as a purist I disdain the pink ones on the left.

Unfortunately, I am not allowed to eat this stuff now. Fortunately I do have will power to resist temptation.

With the strong wind it was quite cold and we reckoned these poor sheep would have suffered. Obviously they had made a recent visit to the shearing shed.

Because of all the recent rain, the grass was really green. However the last summer had very little rain and Tasmania had a drought. 

We stopped at a motel in Devonport about 2 pm. I was still tired from the exertions of the walk and a nap was really good. It rained for a good part of the afternoon.

For dinner we went to an Irish pub and I had this delicious stew called a Dublin Coddle.

Robin had this Irish stew that was virtually solid meat. She could not finish it and I would have had trouble as well.

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