Post Visa Bimble
Beez Neez now Chy Whella
Big Bear and Pepe Millard
Mon 14 Dec 2015 23:57
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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
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