TAZZI!!!
"Tasmanic Depressive: someone suffering from a rare and intense desire to return to Tasmania."
A gust a wind toppled all six of us. We were cold. We'd been rained on, hailed on, and now we'd been nearly blown off a cliff. When Yogi stood up, he started singing in his lowest bass voice, "She'll be coming round the mountain when she comes..." We looked at each, burst out laughing, and then I joined in the chorus. We would've appeared mad to anyone climbing up, but of course, nobody else was crazy enough to go up, because it turns out rocks become slippery when it's raining. This makes bouldering difficult, dangerous, and dumb. Maybe climbing up Mt. Amos was a "bad" idea- but the mountain was gorgeous, and it was just sitting there waiting to be enjoyed. We reached one point completely exposed with water pouring down the rock. Three of us continued up this technically more difficult bit and when we reached the plateau at the top, it started hailing and the wind picked up. Maybe it was the cold, but I could stop smiling despite being pelted by the Tasmanian ice. The descent consisted of us sitting on our asses and sliding down- it's more fun on ice, but it's still better than any slide I've ever been on. When we got down, we had to wait a half hour for our ride. We stayed warm by hanging out in the only shelter available to us- the girl's bathroom. You shoulda seen the look on the one poor lady who came to use the restroom! It was classic.
The day before ten of us Americans toured the Cadbury chocolate factory, and let me tell you, the chocolate river and the hens laying Cadbury eggs did not disappoint. Though the vertically challenged workers seemed uneasy about the new anti-union laws refused to sing to us. The tour ended with us enthusiastically buying heaps of cheap chocolate. Please come to my room and help me eat it.
We also went to the ruins of one of Australia's oldest jails that housed the worst of the British Empire's convicts- it reminded me of John Jay somehow. I got a little nostalgic.
This upcoming weekend I have to work. I mean really work- like I have to write two whole essays. I'm not sure if I can manage that anymore. I already miss Tasmania- I want to climb mountains, eat chocolate, and sing badly in a van full of friends every weekend.
A gust a wind toppled all six of us. We were cold. We'd been rained on, hailed on, and now we'd been nearly blown off a cliff. When Yogi stood up, he started singing in his lowest bass voice, "She'll be coming round the mountain when she comes..." We looked at each, burst out laughing, and then I joined in the chorus. We would've appeared mad to anyone climbing up, but of course, nobody else was crazy enough to go up, because it turns out rocks become slippery when it's raining. This makes bouldering difficult, dangerous, and dumb. Maybe climbing up Mt. Amos was a "bad" idea- but the mountain was gorgeous, and it was just sitting there waiting to be enjoyed. We reached one point completely exposed with water pouring down the rock. Three of us continued up this technically more difficult bit and when we reached the plateau at the top, it started hailing and the wind picked up. Maybe it was the cold, but I could stop smiling despite being pelted by the Tasmanian ice. The descent consisted of us sitting on our asses and sliding down- it's more fun on ice, but it's still better than any slide I've ever been on. When we got down, we had to wait a half hour for our ride. We stayed warm by hanging out in the only shelter available to us- the girl's bathroom. You shoulda seen the look on the one poor lady who came to use the restroom! It was classic.
The day before ten of us Americans toured the Cadbury chocolate factory, and let me tell you, the chocolate river and the hens laying Cadbury eggs did not disappoint. Though the vertically challenged workers seemed uneasy about the new anti-union laws refused to sing to us. The tour ended with us enthusiastically buying heaps of cheap chocolate. Please come to my room and help me eat it.
We also went to the ruins of one of Australia's oldest jails that housed the worst of the British Empire's convicts- it reminded me of John Jay somehow. I got a little nostalgic.
This upcoming weekend I have to work. I mean really work- like I have to write two whole essays. I'm not sure if I can manage that anymore. I already miss Tasmania- I want to climb mountains, eat chocolate, and sing badly in a van full of friends every weekend.