5/13 Adventures in Tassieland: Day 4 (Goodbye Tassie)

Well, that's misleading. Day 4 wasn't exactly an adventure, but I did get my first shower in 72 hours in this weird ultra-modern flat that is in perfect contrast with the shack. I wanted to go Bogan spotting in Glenorchy with Joel, but I was leaving an hour earlier than I thought so we had to scrap that idea. The Hobart airport is a bloody joke, but I do love having to walk across the tarmac to board planes-- it gives a little extra umph to the experience and I always want to pull a Richard Nixon. One day that will happen. On the flight (1 1/2 hours) I managed to drink two beers and catch a cab back to my house, where I sat staring at the wall for about 4 hours then got pizza and a box of wine with the cats next door and Martina, who now officially lives down the block at the Kathleem Lumley college (oh, Sweet Suzanne...). Then, magically, everything was back to normal. I did drink probably a bit more than I should have considering the previous 3 nights, but fuck it-- my liver can take it.

Drink Count: 9

A few more miscellaneous pictures just for shits and giggles (I'm going to be riding the 'here's a tassie picture' train on this site for a couple weeks for sure)