Tasmania Day 6 - Night

Bus to Devonport was really funny. The bus driver used to live in San Fran and was so excited when i opened my mouth. Though heaps of people were waiting to get on, he asked me a million questions. At the drop off point (last stop) we also chatted for a while about the NY transportation system. I love such excited of people especially when the topic of conversation was how he used to use the JFK expressway even though the clearance was a bit too low for the height of his coach bus.

As I waited for bus 2 I went to a liquor store and walked around. They call them bottle shops here, or slang, bottle. Anoter weird slant I heard was that people call lunch dinner and dinner tea.

I felt pretty bad staying somewhere for 12 hours, eating their dinner, showering in their shower, sleeping in their bed, and then disappearing in he morning, but Chris picked me up from the bus stop and took me back to his really nice home in Devonport. It was only 1.5 km away, but we were chatty the whole way. He's 45, married to Gill (with a G!) and has 2 sons - Sam and Alex. Alex is 12 and we spoke briefly but he was both shy and engulfed in video games. Sam is 18 and just started at the air force, So I didn't get to meet him.

Dinner was some cheesy noodle casserole thing, salad (such good salad... it had been too long, man) and white wine. Pleasantly fed. Chris is a prosecutor and really into cycling-- re races quite often and is always riding. Gills a hairdresser. We watched a lot of the Paralympics whilst chatting about travels and pets (they have 1 dog and 1 bird but threw as another dog and 2 more birds that they were looking after. The birds were just walking around, which was pretty funny, and I even got the scare pleasure of having one walk up my leg. Weird fucking feeling...).

We also watched a bunch of 'Mrs. Brown's Boys' which holyshit was funny. Lowbrow, British comedy filmed in front of a live audience. It was great.

I slept well and had a shower in the morning that was 42 degrees Celsius. Their hot water worked in a way that you'd pick a temperature first and then that was how hot your shower was.



After brief goodbyes I bought a lamington at Mackers (delicious... I've been meaning to have one since I saw Mary and Max anyhow) and found the bus. Back to Hobart for the last bit, returning to Paul, Bridget and Family.