2004/03 Tasmania loop - Devonport |
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We had a slow morning, eating up the odds and ends, and catching up on phone calls. We had been scanning e-mail and calling Karen for news about our impending grandchild, but there was still no action. We had had even less luck contacting Michael and Christina, even when we timed the calls for when they were likely to be home. Michael confessed that they couldn’t find a charged-up phone in time, so all they could do was listen to us leaving a short message. It’s nice to feel needed, even if it’s only for putting the phone back on the charger.
We were catching the night ferry, so we drove to Devonport and putzed around town, drank 
some coffee, cooked a meal, and generally killed time until we could line up for the boat. We seemed to be booked for cruise seats even though I didn’t think we’d paid for them. These are in a theatre area, like sitting in a wide short jumbo jet, only not as comfortable or well-ventilated.
The ferry left at 9 pm, and was soon rolling in a choppy sea. Luckily this eased off at bedtime, but there were other problems. One guy wanted to sleep on the floor and had a long battle with the security people who wouldn’t let him. The security guy’s walkie-talkie went off inches away from my ear, and that finished my sleep.
Then someone’s alarm clock went off in his luggage, and he wasn’t there to turn it off. All in all, Sandie and I agreed that sleeping out in the lounge on one of the bench seats would have been a much better deal.