Touring Tasmania - Home Sweet Home

HOBART & MELBOURNE — Sunday 19th Nov. The weather is poor this morning—there’s drizzle and light rain, so it is quite chilly. We’re sitting in the departure lounge of Hobart ‘International’ Airport having a coffee.  The coffee isn’t great, but I needed that shot of caffeine–we were up early.  Ahhhh!

The sea of faces in the lounge stare out the window waiting with bated breath for their boarding call.  Most people leaving appear—like us—to be holidaymakers.  How do I know?  Well I don’t, but there seems to be little enthusiasm shown by anyone to be flying wherever it may be, probably home.

We’re all looking forward to seeing our puppy.  It’s the longest she’s been away from us, but I’m sure that she’s been well looked after—no spoiled—at mum’s place.  It’ll be a battle when we get her home to get her back into routine and sleeping out in the laundry.

Did I tell you that I’m a nervous flyer? We’re back on the plane preparing for takeoff, so I have a few nervous butterflies in the stomach.  Donna is sitting with the kids, which allows me a bit of time to chill out and do some writing.  She’s very thoughtful like that.  Besides, she is better at entertaining the kids whilst I’m in the midst of white-knuckle fever.  I have my iPod with me, but I can’t use that until we’re in the air.

Mark “Chopper” Read is on our flight. Yep, Uncle Chop Chop!  Perhaps he’s masquerading as one of those in-flight security guys?  Hey, I’d feel safe!

We’re making our final descent now and the reality that our holiday is over is really kicking in.  It’s been really good not having the think past this week and make plans and day-to-day stuff, but my thoughts now turn towards the weeks ahead and some of the things that need doing—like picking up the bike from the shop, and stuff for work, and Christmas, and on and on, etc.

Thankfully it’s not too long until our next break, which will be the week through Christmas and New Year. We’ll be spending this time with the out-laws (oops, in-laws) at Moliagul in Central Victoria, and then we’re off again for a couple of days camping near Echuca.  Back ‘on the road’ and to the “ragged and ecstatic joy of pure being.”

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