We were at the dock just in time for the ferry to MONA. A cool looking vessel with a bar, an expensive bit and some sheep to sit on in the budget section. We were too late for a sheep seat, but settled in anyway.
It was only about 20 minutes to MONA. under the bridge, past the Regatta grounds and the old zinc works - still chugging away. It looks a lot bigger from the river than Steve remembered.
On the way to MONA |
We climbed the 99 steps to the entrance without incident.
Everyone who has been to MONA says it's awesome. That's because it is. The building has been carved out of a sandstone cliff and is a stunning piece of engineering and architecture. A Masterpiece on its own. It's intriguing inside. Armed with out iPhone guides and headphones, we started wandering.
At the entrance |
It was the last day of the Gilbert and George exhibition, so we started there, These guys have stood the test of time (google them!) and their huge pieces filled about 5 or 6 rooms. We saw most exhibitions (although it was hard to tell if you've covered them or not - great design!)
We stopped for a light beer and some nuts half way through, picked up some souvenirs and were back on the boat after three hours or so.
Steve got a sheep seat on the way back. We ordered a couple of glasses of Cab Sav and were back at the docks around 2.
We stopped for a curried scalloped pie from one of the restaurants moored in Constitution Dock (It was just average) and headed up to Mt Wellington.
Suffice to say Ged is a nervous passenger at the best of times, but she found going up the mountain particularly hairy. The word petrified comes to mind. After more than a bit of closed eyes, gripped seats and "Look Out"s we made it to the top. Normally Mt Wellington is freezing with a gale blowing. Not today - 7 degrees, clear views and just a zephyr of a breeze.
Tasmania does tourism will and the Mountain is no exception - Timber board walks, good information and shelter if you need it. We spent 20 or 30 minutes and headed back (with a few less closed eyes, gripped seats and "Look Out"s)
A clear view |
Overlooking the valley where he grew up |
Were both in bed by 10, in preparation for our trip to Russell Falls in the morning.
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