Very little sleep last night - it was just to hot. The mattress was wet when I finally gave up and got up fifteen minutes before the alarm. Took another cold shower, but again by the time I got back to the room I was sweating. The humidity was even worse this morning - it's raining - and still bloody hot! No one at the hostel could give me directions to the ferry terminal (Station Pier), so I was a little worried, but found it without easily and was among the first to line up.
Was looking forward to getting some sleep in the cabin but one or more of my cabin mates smells bad - and I know I'm not smelling like roses. Plus this big redneck aussie guy won't stop bragging about how he got two DUIs within 24 hours yesterday. Needless to say I set up camp in one of the lounges upstairs. Spent the day eating (the included buffets were actually pretty good), reading, and playing with my H/PC. In the evening went down to the tourist office and booked a room at a local hostel (yes a room - I deserve the luxury). The tourist office was jammed and there were only a few beds left when I got my room confirmed - good timing!
For entertainment next week is the international Hash House Harriers meeting (InterHash 2K) in Tasmania so the boat was packed with them. It's amazing how many older (say late thirties to late seventies) people (both sexes) can act as if they're at a fraternity party. They were incredible loud, drunk, and disorderly - I'm sure the security people were pulling their hair out. But they were also friendly, amusing, and always entertaining.
Got in to Davenport at ten PM - right on time. My departure was delayed as the person who was blocking me in was no where to be seen. After waiting fifteen minutes a couple crew members literally lifted it back a few feet so I could maneuver out. Even with the delay I was still one of the first people from the ferry to the hostel. I was in bed shortly after eleven.
