This entry by: Katie 07 Oct 2007 09:53 pm
Tassie – Part 4
Going through the guide books for Tasmania, we discovered that there were caves to the South West of Hobart – and theses ones were advertised as having a Thermal Spa. You can obviously imaging that I was keen to go. So we headed off in the car to Hastings Caves and Thermal Spa. The guide taking us arounf the caves was probably one of the more interesting and informative that I have seen (although he did come with a large whiff of garlic – which was slightly offputting!), and caves did not disappoint…
The thermal spa however, was more than slightly disappointing. It looked exactly like a swimming pool, and although I will admit that the water was slightly warmer than cold water, I wouldn’t say it had much heat. So we left without dipping our toes in the water.
That said, the highlight of the day has to be our visit to a Mexican restaurant just off Salamanca Place called Tacos- not because of the of the food specifically, but because of the following description of a srink they has on the menus called “The Nut” which said… “Been to Stanley? Seen the Nut? We’ll try and make it up to you with this sublime combination of Frangelico, Amaretto, Chocolate syrup and Baileys.” Priceless!
Waking up on Friday morning, we could see that we had been blessed with another sunny day so we decided that we could probably manage to squeeze in a trip up to Mount Wellington before our prescheduled Cascade tour. Mount Wellington has been recommended to us by a number of people, as the views it aforded of Hobart were just amazing. That said, we went armed with camera, memory cards and our best smiles, and having taken our fill of photos we started our descent back down towards the brewery.
It was at this point that Clayton decided we should find out whether we needed to stop into a camera type shop and put our photos to date onto a cd (so that we had enough room on the memory cards for the remainder of the trip). In the process of doing this, even with his intimate knowledge of the camera (which he has owned for a number of years) he managed to delete all of the photos we had taken to date! You should have hear the expletives… I certainly hadn’t hear all of the words that came out of his mouth in the 10 minutes that followed! Knowing that there was clearly nothing tha I could do or say to rectify the situation, we drove to the nearest internet cafe to find out whether the reformatted memory card could be un-reformatted – and as you have probably guessed by now, we were lucky, all but 2 of the 300 odd photos we had taken to that point were brought back from destuction. And in the process of finding out this information, Clayton managed to stick firmly to his Scottish roots, by confusing the nice man in the 8c/minute internet cafe, who charged him 25c for his 15minutes of surfing – go figure!
So I think its fair to say that I probably married one of the stupidest and cleverist men that I know!