After a good nights sleep, no snoring from Geoff and no complaints from him, we popped into the local mini super market that came complete with a mini rest your aunt to fuel up for the day, lovely.
So lets go play in Hobart, the Africa twins had their own plans and Geoff, Serge, Onion and myself headed off to check out Mona's wall of vaginas.
Did'nt like being back in traffic but we were on a mission. The cost to get in to Mona was pleasantly reasonable, gotta love that pension card, suck it up boys ha ha.
All our riding gear was stored away in the cloak room and we were off. Not too crowded and we had a devise and map to show us around. The building itself is mostly underground and being a drafty on this job would have been very rewarding me thinks. The display areas were connected by stairs and tunnels with the tunnels being a display themselves, amazing.
One tunnel was a large brightly lit orange tube with a narrow black walkway down the middle. At each end of the tube was an attendant with a sign that read "Do not step off the walkway, there is nothing there" Spoooky. Some people just turned around but your intrepid ADV riders were straight in. Of course I had to slide my foot to the edge and sure enough - nothing there, I loved it.
Poor Geoff was struggling a bit with this so called "Art" "I don't get it" he muttered on a few occasions. In one display Geoff sat on part of the exhibit thinking it was a seat and had to be ushered off it, ha ha Good on you Geoff, he was told he was not the first and would not be the last.
The display that really got me laughing was a pair of full size skeletons having a good bonking session complete with moans and grunts right up to a shared climax - they loved it and i walked away humming "Come together" by the Beatles.
But where oh where was the wall of Vaginas - What!!! it's gone - Oh well must be time to get some food then
We missed out on the Wombat pie and settled for some healthy munga beans pie.
Back out into the sun and we had riding time to spare and the clouds had lifted off Mount Wellington, must be a twisty road up there, lets go.
The twisty road had a 40 kph speed limit and was littered with push bikes and touristy tin tops, Oh well, can't enjoy em all. Great view from the top even with a controlled burn happening on one side.
Back at base i went for another walk down the beach to move the pie thru the system a bit and then we retired to the pub for dinner. Serge had found a lovely red on the ship over (Something with Rocky or Stones in the name? help me Serge) and it was in stock at the pub. Twas a good night indeed even though Pete and Tony left early again? Hmmm?
On the way back to our rooms i decided to ask very loudly at Pete and Tonys door to "Keep the noise down please" and we wondered off to talk about our bikes again. Next thing the door I visited opened and a large angry man wrapped in a towel stood glaring at us. Oops - wrong door - I apologised profusely and the angry man eventually went back to bed.