Inside the Centre - a half-built boat
Franklin
Chris and I wake a little later than usual - all this exploring has pooped us out. Before we settled down to sleep last night, we had a long talk. We decide, while we love Tasmania, we are not sure if we love it enough to live here. The work (or lack of it) in what Chris is trained for is weighing heavily on our mind.
We are going to ring Nola today and touch base again. See if Sunday is still okay for for us to land on herdoorstep. Today we will explore New Norfolk, probably stay another night, then head into Hobart tomorrow. I really want to go to the Salamanca markets and see Hobart up close and personal. We have pressies to buy for Chris's mum and the boys.
This is our view from the caravan park - just gorgeous
At least the sun is out today - the birds are chirping and the wind is low. That said it's cold though. We are about to head off for a walk through New Norfolk.
We spend a lovely few hours browsing the shops of New Norfolk and just generally hanging around the town. This place here reminds us of yet another place in Western Australia - a little place down south called Busselton. We have a quick bite to eat at 'The Cafe', where we have a latte each to die for, then our next stop is the information centre. We are served by a lovely man behind the counter who is most helpful. We pick up more brochures and find we must - maybe Sunday on the way to visit our friends in Strahan (pronounced Strawn) - visit The Salmon Farm, Russell Falls and The Wall. I will talk more about The Wall later. I want to be able to describe it in person but we've been told it's quite something to behold.
We finally get back to the caravan park and are now loaded up with washing powder. We plan on just hanging and doing some relaxing this afternoon. The sun is out - YAY!!!!! - and its a lovely spring kind of day.
The washing (as usual nothing goes to plan) takes a bit longer than anticipated. A dodgy clothes dryer with a blown out element takes a normal 45 min time span to about 2 hours to get everything dry.
About 6pm we take a really long trail walk around the base of these hills and river banks and end up - well, somewhere. Not exactly sure where we finished but we walked for about an hour and a half, a lot of that time trudging along a wide river (where we see two boys and a man who we think is their dad canoeing downstream... mad! It's now darn cold.. too cold for water, anyway.) We see houses and pass over a small bridge or two but then have to find our way back to the caravan park. Good thing my husbands internal compass is working. Our cheeks are rosy from the lovely crisp air and I end up with achy ears. Ouch.
We have decided to catch a bus to Hobart tomorrow. It's easier than trying to park the camper. We have our route mapped out and we are catching the 9.40am coach. Night Tassie.
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