Moaning about Mona

A peek between the blinds at the sunrise was the only interupption to our last sleep in - even the constant rumble of the traffic and a significant fire in town was not enough to disturb us. Either Tassie is a noisy place or we chose our accomodation poorly on this trip. Brunch was in a trendy cafe' where the fresh orange juice is served in a glass jar. We then joined the chaotic (not!) traffic and went to begin the cultural highlight of our trip at the Mona museum. We were warmly greeted by "Closed Today" signs out the front. Unperturbed we went in anyway. The vineyards were turning a golden autumn brown, the sun came out highlighting the blue sky and a warm northerly breeze gently tickled our skin. Unfortunately none of this ambience opened the doors of the place.We did get to see a skeleton of a Cement truck.

And so grumbling about the fact we did not do our homework adequately we headed back into town and visited the replica of Mawsons Antarctic hut instead. This was quite interesting - they did it tough and they did it well. A refreshing cider admiring the scientific vessels moored at the dock and we headed back to the room for a relax and wind down. Dinner at the Drunken Admiral was a thoroughly enjoyable experience surrounded by a plethora of shipping related artefacts. We almost donned bloomers, boots, belts, became buccaneers and bellowed out sea shanties in our enthusiasm inspired by the décor. Arrrrrhhhh alas ye hearties .... all we did was afterwards wander through the docks again for a dessert of rocky road gelati.