I'M IN TASMANIA!

We arrive in Hobart and walk off the plane to discover only one baggage claim machine operating. Well actually there is only one baggage machine in the entire airport. It's a tiny airport in Hobart.

We collect random brochures of sightseeing Tassie while my dad rushes outside to smoke a cigarette. On his return his huffing and puffing about us not getting a cab. Apparently there is only about 4 cabs waiting outside. He thinks all the people getting off the plane will get a cab and we will be stuck here for hours.

We finally collect our bags and manage to get a cab within 30 seconds. Talk about stressing about nothing. I score the front seat of the cab as I'm instructing the cab driver were we are going. I inform the cab driver that we are heading to Collins St in the city center of Hobart. We catch a glimpse of Hobart by night to see the Casino from afar.

The cab driver drops us off infront of our apartment when I spot the real estate agent waiting at the apartment block to hand over the keys. The poor guy must be annoyed as it's almost 10:30pm.

The real estate guy Ricky leads us into the apartment. We follow him to discover we are located on level 2. He opens the door to show us our apartment. Now I wasn't expecting an apartment this beautiful compared to the price we paid for 4 people. I was told that the apartment was 2 bedrooms which meant I had to share a bedroom with my brother. I was jumping up and down when we discovered that it was 2 bedrooms plus a study room. The study room had an extra bed in there which meant we can all have out own separate rooms.

The Living Room with Plasma

The apartment was quite modern, funky and stylish. The best part was the fact we had a huge plasma TV.

The Kitchen

My bedroom

The Master Bedroom with ensuite

While we were all rushing around to check out the rooms, my dad turned on the TV to realise we couldnt get any of the channels. This caused a major fuss for the next 10 minutes before we decided to turn the bloody thing off to roam the streets.

Now it's 11pm and we start roaming the streets on a Tuesday night. The city is completely empty. I mean completely. There isn't a single sole on the streets. We stroll up to the wharf which is about a 5 minute walk to view the habour. Realising that everything is shut we decide to race back to the apartment as my mum's sugar level has gone down.

Arriving back at the apartment we quickly make sandwiches. Now we are completely lucky that I got some pre-warning stating that there is nothing open in Hobart after 9pm. Due to this we packed into our suitcases some bread and other essentials to keep us going for the night. We make some sandwiches and 2 minute noodles at 11:30pm.

Once we are feed, I pull out my Prison Break DVD's and we slide one into the DVD player to get it going. We can't get the TV working but at least it's playing the DVD. We start watching Prison Break from the start as my brother and dad hasnt seen it.

I decide to crash while they continue watching the remainder of the CD.