Goodbye Melbourne, for the moment. Sad to leave, but ah well. The last day was chock-a-block it seemed. We visited the real Ramsay Street where they film the outside shots for Neighbours (Susan Kennedy gave us an evil from her make-up van).
In 'This Is Your Life' fashion I seemed to bump into or to meet alot of the people throughout Melbourne that I had met in my time here, allowing me to say goodbye, which was good.
The 'Ex' even took me out for a drink, and blew my mind by apologising for being such a bitch to me and explaining it all. So I wasn't imagining it as others had suggested! Ha! Maybe I'm not such a lost cause.
We have spent the last week in Tasmania. Decided it was best to pop over while we're so close, even though it's winter and everyone said it would be absolutely freezing. Turns out it's still often T-Shirt material, although Aaron doesn't agree...he often appears rather blue and his catchphrase has become "It's fucking freezing."
Traveling with Aaron often reminds me of backpacking with Elton John, or someone as extravagant.
We notched a cheap flight over and rented a car (don't tell Dingo) and have been warming up for the almighty road trip by venturing around the island. It's absolutely fantastic. Some of the landscape is very Ireland, and some is like nothing I've ever seen. Tassie has some of the most impressive natural sights since the Finan twins.
There are some amazing geographical wonders...stacks, and arches, and tesselated-somethings, and loads of other stuff that seems vaguely familiar from my GCSE Geography classes...making me wish I'd paid more attention in class rather than spending my time discussing with Ben just how fit Paula Murphy is.
A couple of nights have been spent in what seems to be the middle of nowhere, including a night in a place with a few too many bibles for my liking. The guy running it said we could use the girls toilet (to save us going outside) as "...we haven't had girls stay here in a loooong time." (said in a longing tone that might only be quashed by his stern 'mother')
The driving is great and the highlights for me have been the random stops on a whim to check out the Seafarer's Memorial, the honey museum, or to take a dip in the freezing water at Billanong Bay, etc.
So there we go. All good. Flying back to Melbourne to pick up Dingo (if she's still alive) and start the epic journey. "A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step." That single step for us is trying to fix Dingo's boot, which won't open, so that we can put our bags in the car.
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