That was when the screaming started
We're now in Tasmania and have had our first encounter with death in the form of a left-hand-drive automobile. Well, really, multiple encounters with death. Swimming with sharks on the Great Barrier Reef? A centipede in the sleeping bag? Nothing compared to the internal combustion engine, as always. We just got here from Melbourne yesterday, and immediately picked up a rental car from Hertz at the airport. The person who waited on us was friendly but seemed surprised: Why on earth would we want the optional insurance if we had car insurance ourselves? I drove about 200 yards before the wisdom of getting it became obvious to me as I made a left hand turn into the far lane and started driving into incoming traffic. Frantically I signalled to pull off the road by switching on the windshield wipers!
It takes two Americans to drive in Tasmania: One to drive and one to scream.
We are going to have to do a lot more driving as well, because our B&B is in Hobart and the places we want to go are all over. There will be much more screaming before we are done in a week and head back to Sydney and then home.
Stay tuned...
It takes two Americans to drive in Tasmania: One to drive and one to scream.
We are going to have to do a lot more driving as well, because our B&B is in Hobart and the places we want to go are all over. There will be much more screaming before we are done in a week and head back to Sydney and then home.
Stay tuned...