Lucaston & Mountain River

Tämän kuvasatsin teemana on elinympäristömme kirsikkatyön aikana ja pari viikkoa sen jälkeen kun majailtiin ystävämme Reubenin luona. Reuben toimi matkaoppaana ja näytti meille aluetta ja hienoja paikkoja.

Erittäin lähellä oli vaihteeksi eräs bushfire, jonka takia myös isäntäperheemme pakkasi varalta laukut jos tulee evakkolähtö ja mentiin kiikaroimaan savuja.

 Tässä samaa.

 Hobart, Mount Wellingtonilta katsottuna.

 Teemu ja työpaikan koira (unohdin nimen!) ja taustalla pomomme ja "osaston johtajamme".

 Minivesiputous jossain...

 Hylättyjen kirsikoiden hautausmaa, niidenkin poimimisesta on ihmisille maksettu, hassua.

 En tiedä mitä näissä kasvaa mutta Lucastonin omaisuutta ovat.

Packing Shedin katolta kuvattu.

Näkymä autosta juuri ennen Reubenin kotiin saapumista. Itsekin haluaisin Tampereen viereen parit kukkulat ja vuoret.

Random.

Siellä on palosavut Sleeping Beauty-nimisen vuoren taustalla.

Tasmanian sinisyyttä.

Ravun rapunipsutin!

Kuollut kala!

Irvipää ja luoja.

Kukkoriikin, erittäin kaunis! Tien vierellä vaan tallusteli kun ajettiin ohi.

 

Hobartissa oli joku vene/laiva-festivaali ja oli paljon kivoja paatteja :)

Tulisavuja taas.

Kuukauden aikaisen kotipaikan näkymä auton takaluukusta katsottuna.

Tästä paljon alaspäin kuvat on Hobartin Botanical Gardensista. Vietettiin siellä Ruebenin siskon Alicen synttäreitä ja kierreltiin ympäriinsä monia erilaisia osastoja.

Laivahylkiöitä:

Seinämaalauksien kuja, nurkan takana hyvä pizzeria.

Mount Wellingtonin näköalamestat.

Judbury

Tässä on Judburyn puisto, joka oli kotimme viikon ajan, ennen kuin muutimme työpaikkamme parkkipaikalle! Siellä oli hieno puutalo. Joulu vietettiin siellä ja myös "työhaastattelussa" käytiin kyseisenä päivänä. Viimeisten kuvien kakku saatiin joulupiknikkiä viettäneiltä ihmisiltä, jotka ei jaksanu syödä sitä kokonaan ja antoi sen sitten meille. Oli hyvääää!

They all talk of white wallabies but there ain't any in the ISLAND

Our wagon was expected as we arrived to the shores of Bruny island next to the Citadel of millions, Kettering. They laid their chocolate on our feet and revealed the statue of truth for the ones who master it. As the river was coming to it's pinnacle next to the ocean, it stopped on its tracks, froze and made raspberry, blackberry and chilled hot chocolate drinks for the parched souls of the people who had waited in vain for our appearance. I told them stories of our adventures and gave them gifts of grey pebbles, which they treasured as they treasure the metals of the platinum group.

As we departed their welcoming temple to tour Brunie they all asked us to stay, for living without is no life at all.

This is Bruny as I saw it without white wallabies.

Three days we spent there sleeping in our car and checking the sites, which were plentiful and blue.

Looking for Antarctica

My favourite

HoBaRt Is A hOmE fOr "0=5=0=0 pEoPlE

This is a post of the past of things gone and lost in time. This mass of few weeks past is part of series of things done / more to do.

 Lucaston, a village 40 km:s west of Hobart has been covered in smoke from bush fires 70 km:s east of Hobart in the Tasman Peninsula. This particular fire destroyed 20160 hectares of pristine development forest and left multiple families homeless. We smelled their despair for multiple days as we made a friend of that fence on the left. Good fence, made in the eighties, but the fence don't like as the shifting of soil makes its base uneven and the poles shift to non Prussian lines.

 

The used/stripped/broken car is a crucial part of Australian outback garden design, with the absolutely necessary PVC pipes for them Mario wannabees. These and some other forms of rusting metals and rotting piles of wood make a homey feel for the lost and lonely.

 

 After all the cherries in the universe had been packed we moved to O'toole residence in the village of Mountain river. First move, TEN KILOMETERS WOHOOOOOOOOO. Here we stayed for two weeks and a bit more. For the first week we hanged out with Reuben and his sister Alice and this time was used to the inspection of local marvels in the Hobart region. We also fixed our car, for mister radiator started leaking and made a mess for humanity in the form of bad bad toxins.

Second week of our stay the rest of Reuben's family returned from their camping trip. THE Family has a bit larger feel in the rural parts, than what us city folk might meet in the regular bases. The O'toole family consists of following members mother Isabelle 50'ish, father John 50'ish, Reuben 18, Alice 23, Solomon 16, Tully 13, Juniper 11, Kezia 8, and the three people who no longer live at home and who we never met. We played board games with the little girls and Reuben for day after day. It was fun.

This fire was just around the corner on other side of the mountain.

 

 Master Captain Poc inspecting the O'toole residence.

 

 Chilling in the hamacca

 

Good Quality poo pile waiting for future donations, Crap it, Bag it and Stack it is what this sign says to me.

 

Mount Wellington is next to Hobart and has the finest scenery in the region 

 

When you look the right way

 On this street a pizza barlow sells fine Hobartian pizza.

 

 This sea worthy piece of Australian engineering is my next financial project 

We had a picnic at Royal Hobart botanic gardens with (we ain't gonna feed you mister) duck.

 Some waterfall after colored with PoC.

 Satanic red is the devilish mark of this competitor aiming to win THE TARGA, it's some sort of local rally, not really interesting. 

 Local basketball league mach with two spectators.

 Snug falls is an attraction at Snug village, but no rain means no water.

 Reuben, Poc UND ICH