So, it’s been a few days since day 5. I have no excuse other than tiredness and an immediate return to work. It’s amazing how much travelling takes the energy from your bones.
On Friday, our last day in Hobart, we had a lovely bruch down at the Brooke Street pier overlooking the water. The sun was out and the food was glorious.
From there, we went back to the museum and art gallery, because we didn’t get enough to look around on day 3. An exhibition entitled ‘The Tempest’ was on and showcase a range of sea scape representations of ‘tempest’ as well as internal ones.
Having thoroughly exhausted all the museum and art gallery had to offer, we went on a bit of a spending spree, buying loved ones and ourselves the presents we felt were warranted. We had tried to reign ourselves in over the last few days, but felt it was finally time to buy up.
The rest of the day, we played a waiting game. Our flight wasn’t leaving until 9.30pm, so we flitted in and out of coffee shops and a few well known retail stores (only window shopping because we had reached out spending limits).
We arrived at the airport about 3hrs early for our flight.
Once we arrived at my friend’s home, we fell into bed before I embarked on my 4hr drive to my own home.
Friday’s lesson: do not book a flight that late at night unless you have something planned to fill in the day.