Upon arrival the first night (coming via the back route AKA - Scottsdale) I was extremely surprised by the sheer size of it! It looked bigger than Hobart (yeah I know, so on the mainland, not that big) but! You get the picture.
Not that this map would help anyone not from Tasmania.....
The reason for our travels to the lands of our estranged cousins (ha ha ha he he cue shit joke about us having sexual relations) was actually because of a one off decision to put aside my morals and values and work for a catering business. The function was a wedding in Bicheno,the bride being a close friend of Will (FunKtion catering), who was hiring us for the job, so the pressure was kinda on. Oh yeah, and did I mention, THERE WAS NO KITCHEN! Yep, the chef's were spewin'! So that was a shaky start. Oh no wait hang on, that wasn't the shaky start...NICK* LOCKING HIS KEY IN THE CAR WITH THE ICE BAGS IN IT WAS. This is the general timeline of events...
Arrive, 5 minutes early, great,got the ice, makes a nice impression (we'd never met Will before that). Got out of the car, ok here comes Will... "India" "What?" "I just locked my keys in the car" *morbid glare* "You have GOT to be fucking kidding me Nick" "No, I'm not kidding.".....................anyway I maganaged to steal and disfigure one on the wedding attendees coathangers and Will, yes WILL Jimmied the lock whilst we were being Debriefed. Ugh, worst first impression EVER.
Anyway, aside from the stress of work, check out the beautiful white sandy beach (taken the next day).
Token beach photo for a blog.
Me nd ma boy, more relaxing timez.
So, from there, we ventured to the Bicheno blowhole (a crack in some rocks where water sprays up when a wave comes- blowhole sounds better though), and despite it being windy, it was a beautiful sunny day, it always seems to be that way on the east coast! Here is a photo of me being brave next to the blowhole:
And,me freakin' it.....
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Once we were on the road again, it dawned on us that we had some time to kill before our host in Launnie would be home, so we made like tourists and took photos of everything that wasn't interesting.
*For those of you who have not yet guessed, Nick is indeed my boyfriend
