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15.12.2007Saturday 15 December – Snug

I was woken by gale force winds, which I listened to until they tore some of the tarp pegs from the ground and broke the tent pole again and I had to get up and re-peg the tarp. A few hours later we had breakfast, looked at a nearby dam, and I drove towards Hobart. It had rained a little last night but the gravel road was much the same. We stopped at a treetop protest—sneaking up behind them, accidentally waking one who was sleeping in a mostly abandoned car, and scaring him considerably. I suppose they’re waiting for some kind of surprise armed intervention, and sneaking up on them probably isn’t the politest way to check out their impressively high camp. We then stopped at New Norfolk, where we did some shopping, had lunch, and I checked my bank balance for the first time—not too much of a nasty surprise, fortunately.
We watched a steam train being moved onto train tracks, went to a historic oast house, looked out the lookout, and drove on to Bridgewater, where a new Woolworths had just opened. It’s nice and big, like a normal mainland one. This also marked us having completed a loop around Tasmania—we’ve driven past here earlier on our trip.
  I then drove on through Hobart and along little windy roads down to Tinderbox, before ending up at an $18 campsite at Snug Caravan Park with 2448 kilometres on the clock, and am now enjoying a glass of red with Bronwen’s semi-Asian style noodles, Trangia style. We’ve again fixed the tent pole, which again broke in the morning, again around 4 AM, and seemingly for no apparent reason—again.

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