We woke up kind of early, packed our bags to get in the car. Hobart was the destination, to catch a ferry to a well known art gallery called mona. Whilst on the ferry we had cider since we were still on holiday.
It was lovely feeling the wind and to see this beautiful nature at the same time. Here's a view of mount wellington which I felt proud of seeing since i climbed it the day before.
This is Raymon's happy brother Jack.
And here's some art. First up: walls filled with lots of vagina sculptures, a confusing labyrinth with numbers, mirrors and darkness and last but not least a really stinky poo machine.
Before we caught the ferry back we had some fancy beer since it was still a holiday that we didn't want to end.
Ferry times again with a glass window between rich and regular people. We watched them and judged them while they were drinking champagne and eating macarons.
When we got back to Hobart we had a little bit of time before dinner so we had some more ciders at a pub in the old town. When the time was killed we had amazing Nepalese food with the rest of our company. Then it was time to rush off the the airport to go back to serious parts of life again. And that was the last you have to hear about Tasmania for this time!
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