Joy
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Here's the first part of my trip diary, starting from home and covering our
time in Hobart, Tasmania. Dan is my son, Irene is my daughter, and Dave is
her husband.
Sunday, October 21-Tuesday, October 23 - Went to church, did last-minute
packing and organizing.
Dan came about 3:50. We loaded my stuff into his car and went to Irene &
Dave's. There was a lot of traffic in both directions on the 405. Irene gave
Dan some bags for organizing his packing and gave me a colored band to put
around my big suitcase to make it easier to identify.
We visited for a while, then went to a Mexican restaurant for dinner, then
they drove us to the airport. We got there about 6:45. Check-in took some
extra time, because I'd accidentally put the wrong month for my date of
birth on my visa application. They got that straightened out, and we went on
in. It was a long wait before we boarded. We had pre-selected aisle seats
opposite each other, and that worked pretty well. We both had a little extra
leg room, and we could talk a little. I played some games on the on-board
computer, and read from my Kindle. I may have slept an hour or two.
Our takeoff was late, because we were in a new airbus that could only use
one runway and a couple of taxi ways. We sweltered while we waited, because
the APU (Auxiliary Power Unit), which powers the air conditioning, wasn't
working.
Because our take-off was late, we arrived in Sydney late. We worried about
making our connecting flight to Hobart. Several international flights had
arrived at about the same time, and we thought we'd never get through the
lines for Customs and Immigration. Once we got in the wrong line, but we
finally found that out and were able to get through the rest quickly. Then
we had to take a bus from the International terminal to the Domestic
terminal. That seemed like a long ride. We made our flight, but it was
fairly close.
When we arrived in Hobart, there was a shuttle at the curb, so we took it to
our hotel. They let us check in, even though it was earlier than the normal
check-in time. We had two nice rooms and a bath. I'd have loved to try the
bathtub, since it had whirlpool jets, but the side of it was so high I
didn't
think I'd ever make it out.
We rested for a while, then went downstairs for dinner, partly because it
was drizzling, and partly because we were short on time.
I had been in contact with the Hobart Toastmasters club, but hadn't really
expected to feel like going, since I knew I'd be tired from the trip.
However, I decided to go, so I called the contact person, and he picked me
up. The meeting was at 6:15, and it turned out that the members ordered
dinner downstairs in the club where they met, and the dinners were sent up
later. I had already eaten, so I skipped that. I enjoyed the meeting a lot.
Jonathan, who had picked me up, was the Area Governor and was busy with
paperwork after the meeting, so a woman named Anne took me back to the hotel
afterward.
I was in bed by 9:15, and went to sleep almost immediately.
Wednesday, October 24 - We woke up at about 7:00 after a good night's sleep.
After we had ourselves organized, we went out walking, to see what we could
find. We walked through a mall and found a Subway, where we had lunch. We
also got information about a good place to have dinner.
We went back and rested for a while, and then went for dinner. The
restaurant was a few blocks from our hotel, and had a choice of several
dinners for $12.
I was in bed a little after 10:00, and went to sleep soon afterward.
Thursday, October 25 - I slept well again, although I was awake at 6:00, and
only dozed a bit after that. We were picked up for our Port Arthur tour at
7:50 a.m.
It was drizzling and cold, and I had been there before, but the trip was
still fascinating and educational. Port Arthur was one of the early prisons,
where English prisoners were sent, as well as some from America. Some of
them had been sentenced for serious crimes, but others had stolen a loaf of
bread or a chicken.
The cells were small, and in the "separate prison", a building where
prisoners who had tried to escape or attacked a guard or another prisoner
were sent for extra punishment, they were kept in absolute silence, except
for the clanging of doors and periodic ringing of bells. They were not
allowed to speak. If they had a special need, they had to signal a guard
manually. They were allowed outside their small cell for one hour a day, if
the guards decided to let them have that time in the small exercise yard.
There was a church, where the prisoners were required to attend services.
There was also a large building where the prison commandant and his wife
lived, and other housing for lesser people and their families. The
governor's
home was a mansion, and there was a lovely park-like area on the grounds,
but all the women had to be accompanied by a guard if they went outside at
all. If no guard was available, they were as much prisoners as those who
were there for punishment.
The tour included a short cruise out to the Isle of the Dead. When I was
there before, we got off and walked around the island, but this time they
just told us about it. It was the cemetery for Port Arthur, and was
two-tiered in more ways than one. The lower part of the island was flat, and
there was a small hill. Military and civil officers and their wives and
children were buried on top of the hill, with headstones, some of which are
quite elaborate. The convicts were buried on the lower level, and no
headstones were allowed. After the prison was closed, three headstones were
placed on the lower level, but nobody knew where the prisoners being
memorialized had been buried.
There was also a memorial garden on the grounds of the prison. In 1996, a
gunman killed 35 people and wounded 19 others in and around Port Arthur.
Among them were staff members, and many of the current staff, as well as our
tour guide, had friends among them. Twenty of the people killed were in a
small café on the premises. The shell of that café has been made into a
memorial.
Across the water, beyond the Isle of the Dead, is the boys' prison, which
operated from 1834 to 1839. Boys were sent there to separate them from the
older convicts to protect them from criminal influence. Most of the boys
were aged 14 to 17, but the youngest was 9 years old. The prison was known
for stern discipline and harsh punishment, but all of the boys received an
education, and some were taught trades.
There is a cafeteria on the site, where we had lunch. After we got back to
our hotel, we rested until dinnertime, then went to the restaurant where we
ate the day before.
Friday, October 26 - We were picked up for our tour of the Cadbury factory.
The tour is much shorter than the last time I was there, because the health
department ruled a few years ago that nobody can be taken into the actual
production area. Instead, we saw some slides and heard a lecture about it.
There is a small café area, where one could buy pastries or cookies, and get
coffee, tea or hot chocolate. There were three choices for the hot
chocolate, which was made from shaved Cadbury bars. The choices were milk,
dark or white chocolate. I got a combination of white and dark chocolate,
which was delicious. After the lecture, we were turned loose in the shop,
where one can purchase a wide variety of Cadbury candy (much wider than I've
seen in the U.S.) at about half price.
The bus that had picked us up at our hotel dropped us off at a waterfront
area, so we walked back to our hotel. By dinnertime it was raining, so we
ate in our hotel.
--
Joy
"Listen for differences. Seek them out. Don't surround yourself only with
those who see the world as you do." - Grant Cornwell