Jason arrived in Melbourne Friday on the plane from London. I'm sure it came as a disappointment to him when I told him that there was no room for him to fit into the car, which was already chock full to the roof in the passenger space - hence he ended up having to walk onto the ferry - and then hitch a lift to Launceston once on this side... Sorry Jason!
We met up at David Ogg's house close to the ferry, and ran down there in convoy with his bright yellow Alfa. A bit of a bumpy old crossing, meant that neither minor Jason managed to catch up on much sleep, but the ship was actually somewhat better than i had been led to expect, and 30% of the cars loading were going to Targa anyway.
We docked about an hour before sunrise, which meant that as we ran south from the ferry we were treated to a pretty spectacular dawn, although when we turned east a few miles later on, driving straight into a low sun, it did become quite tricky for a stretch. Scenery was beautiful and lots of long views unencumbered by housing estates or Macdonalds or all that stuff we've ruined the rest of the World with.
We were at Rally HQ by 0830 (Jason pulled up about 20 minutes later, as they'd had to re-secure the canoe on the roof of the car he'd got a lift in!!)
Utterly shocked to find that the Country Club were we are staying (Tasmania's only Casino) has no wifi, so all of a sudden keeping the blog updated is going to be a stress... Hmm...anyone would think we were at the bottom end of the World!
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