I was busy being nostalgic “working on the farm” fixing fences and digging things, moving things etc. Also enjoying my late mornings and let’s not forgot the late nights :) You’re a bad influence Jim (or maybe it’s the $10 steins). Anyhow, now it has been a bit of frantic packing till I got done...
I have loaded my car up inclusive 1 Crt TV, 2 computer monitors, 2 computers, 1 bike, a set of weights all my clothes a rug and some random paraphernalia. A Very heavy car indeed, glad it’s a V6.
To get on the ferry the inspection (for quarantine, apparently) involves lifting the hood. Now my car has suffered a possible cracked head gasket which makes it, while running, leak oil like a broken sieve... right onto exhaust. This means if I have gone more than about a km in the last 15min the car starts smoking like the engine bay is on fire. After 200km there appears to be a small colony of dragons fighting tar creatures from Venus just under my bonnet. Problem. However, the entrance to the spirit of Tasmania is – luckily - sloped almost imperceptibly downhill. This meant I could turn off the engine and roll. However, in an automatic this means i lose power steering and breaks. But it’s that or wake the hood daemons.
So here I am naunchelauntly rolling my car, turning my steering wheel with both hands and all my might. Meanwhile I have to use two feet for the breaks which makes me look like a senior citizen who forgot to have his all-bran. Now i realise i need my driver’s licence which is in the jacket pocket, on the back seat... not my most elegant hour. Nothing to see here! God I hope my car makes it to Canberra.
Well I got on the Boat... and off the boat... and though the thick fog (yes it was fog not my car again... i hope) and spent a few days in Melbourne before I settle down to work. 
Bike rides, brewery tours, photographing people planking at Mornington peninsular, 
Korean BBQ (north Korean judging by how much freedom we had on the BBQ stones), going to IKEA, yep all the Melbourne usuals. Wait, no, that’s not what i normally do at all. Oh well it was fun.
I have loaded my car up inclusive 1 Crt TV, 2 computer monitors, 2 computers, 1 bike, a set of weights all my clothes a rug and some random paraphernalia. A Very heavy car indeed, glad it’s a V6.
So here I am naunchelauntly rolling my car, turning my steering wheel with both hands and all my might. Meanwhile I have to use two feet for the breaks which makes me look like a senior citizen who forgot to have his all-bran. Now i realise i need my driver’s licence which is in the jacket pocket, on the back seat... not my most elegant hour. Nothing to see here! God I hope my car makes it to Canberra.
