Post Visa Bimble
Skipper and First Mate Millard (Big Bear and Pepe)
Mon 14 Dec 2015 23:57
A Post Visa Bimble
We left Beez at one o’clock for a celebratory post-Visa-success bimble. Bear’s Australian Visa had come through late on Thursday, mine late yesterday. Signed off by two different Officers in Hobart. We left our pontoon and in the corner were hundreds of dully coloured angel fish, never mind the lack of colour, we remember them being thirty five pounds each in the pet shop back when we had a marine tank.
My favourite banyan trees looked resplendent in the sunshine.
Looking to our right – the place we had visited to get our chest x-rays done, at the top of the hill on the left. The one useful bit of information that no one told us was this – to get our x-rays reported we would have to see a doctor first who would open our reporting system on the Visa site. We had booked ours over the phone, arriving to find a receptionist who spoke no English but the x-ray technician was fluent. He had assured us our reports would be entered the next morning. We have since found out that no report can be added unless there is an open Medical File – only achieved by a recognised Visa GP. So we had run on the spot, then in circles for a few days.
When there is a cruise ship in a little Bee Train takes people around the town. Sadly, we never saw it stop, never found it’s route, so never got to ride the fun looking train.
We love finding todays view, the information board and how things look yesteryear.
Our first Christmas tree in a jewellers that sold no Pandora. Thank heavens. Huh. We loved this ladybird fan in a Chinese grockle shop. Our chines restaurant we found to be open until four, we could bimble further and pick up a take away at half three, perfect.
Eating al fresco in the shade, although some prefer to sit in full sun.
The Chinese Emporium meant we were entering the Asian Quarter.
A memorial to the Vietnamese. The gate to the quarter was guarded by a not-so-handsome-chap.
Looking back toward the market, long since closed for the day [5-11 am].
We got back to our take-away / restaurant only to find they had closed early.......Oh well, an ice-cream in McDonald’s and bimble home past the American Servicemen’s Memorial.
From our pontoon gate we looked back over the tourist girls toward the market.
Many empty slots along our pontoon.
Beez Neez waits quietly for her turn, soon......
ALL IN ALL STRANGELY QUIET FOR A SATURDAY
DESERTED, REALLY ODD FOR A TOWN