Due to circumstances beyond our control - Aussie airline ‘Virgin Blue’ (yes - it’s that bearded twit) – decided to cancel our afternoon flight to Melbourne and put us on a flight two hours earlier in the morning. One minor problem – they forgot to tell us.
Notwithstanding, the local ‘Virgin Blue’ manager ruled that we were at fault as he had called out our names to get on the flight we didn’t know about and we failed to materialise. Don’t try to persuade me that he wasn’t headhunted from ‘Ryanair.’
Never mind the four hours wait gave us time to visit the gorge at Launceston for a fine lunch, a hurl on the world’s longest span chair lift and a bridge dive.
My brother John and I look on as Dale takes a swoop at a Tassie burger. And the moral is - don’t order a burger in Tasmania unless you are really, really, exceptionally hungry.
Here is Sian preparing for her gorge leap. Let’s hope we make it intact to Melbourne – the Cup and the Great Ocean Road.
