Arrived late in Hobart and was picked up by Joel (mate from London) and Luke (professional chef) and driven an hour and a half to Saltwater River on the Tasman Peninsula and "the shack", the most ridiculous collection of assorted odds and ends shaped together to make a holiday home
ever. This place had more character than the Disney Corporation. Met the rest of the cats: Robbie (adventurer), Dave (DJ), and Stewie (self proclaimed "water baby") and was immediately handed a beer. Sat around the fire in the humpy talking shite and breaking the ice over beer after beer after beer, all the local poison: Cascade Draught. Luke roasted a chicken, made some homemade mayonnaise, and we feasted, popping a bottle of bubbly to toast Robbie's accomplishment of being the youngest Australian to ever reach the North Pole (he just got back a few weeks ago). Afterwards, a HUGE bottle of Captain Morgan's was opened and consumed with a splash of coke and lime, leading to a heated game of trivial pursuit and some dorito & mayonnaise sandwiches. Once that was gone, a bottle of Tanqueray was opened and consumed, which led to Joel blacking out and going on auto-pilot, a game of dress-up with some atrociously out of fashion women's clothes, and Stewie going for a naked swim in the ocean (
cold ocean). We all passed out eventually, in various beds with various people.
Drink Count: 14 (these numbers are incredibly fuzzy, obviously, but close enough to the mark)
"The Gents" (Robbie and Stewie dressed-up)
"The Humpy" (hot-ass old-fashioned wood stove to the left)
"The Bathroom" (self-explanatory)
And just to give you an idea of how much random shit and character this shack has, check out what I found:
Anyone wanna take a gander out how old that shit is?
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