Back to Cammeray
Beez Neez now Chy Whella
Big Bear and Pepe Millard
Mon 1 Feb 2016 23:57
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Back to Cammeray Marina and
More Importantly Beez Neez and the Gang
  We began and ended our tour of
Tasmania at Barilla Campsite, being a quiet Monday the chap at the office was
happy for us to stay as long as we liked rather than rush to leave at ten
o’clock. Cleaning Mabel and packing was the short term plan after breakfast.
These Tasmanian hens appeared and Bear threw a slice
of bread, one gave a very quick look – left and right – then carried on
footering about. Footering – oo I haven’t used that word for years.
  All done and literally dusted by half
twelve we returned Mabel and bade her a very fond farewell. Hugged Nigel and Trev and Nigel really kindly dropped us at the
airport. Very sad to leave the lovely island of Tasmania but we notched up
fifteen hundred miles and packed in tons, with only one actual day off and one
lie-in.
   We ate our picnic lunch waiting for
check-in to open and were soon enjoying a leaving drink in departures. We had
changed our via Melbourne to a direct flight a couple of days ago and soon
settled on the hour and a half flight back to Sydney, leaving Tasmania with very fond memories, a load of
photographs and Russ, bulldozer of the Bush, safely stowed with
Beds.
 Time for a bit of cloud watching.
    Really interesting shapes on this flight.
   Over the mainland and then the outskirts of
Sydney.
 Right bank and as the
wing lowered Sydney Harbour Bridge and the Opera
House appeared.
 One or two yachts down there then.......
 Cockatoo
Island and nearby Spectacle Island, ferry
visits a must.
 Another look at the
bridge.
 Sydney
CBD.
 Anzac
Bridge, on the right, was opened to traffic on the 3rd of December 1995
as the Glebe Island Bridge. The bridge was given its current name on Remembrance
Day in 1998 to
honour the memory of the soldiers of the Australian and New Zealand Army Corps
(known as Anzacs) who served in World War
I. An Australian
Flag flies atop the eastern pylon and a New Zealand
Flag flies atop the western pylon.
   Bits and bobs.
 Our shadow as the ground gets closer.
 Safely
on the ground.
 No sooner than we
were parked than refuelling began. We walked through
arrivals, which was departures and the next set of passengers ready to go – the
same as we did leaving. These beasts may fly but they are glorified buses. A
taxi costs the same as the train and two buses and half an hour later we were
taking the marina steps slowly, cases adding gravity to the mix. On board by
half seven, unpacked and straight by nine. Time for a very special
occasion.........
  Beds introduced
Russ to Bernie, Bobby and Claude who were delighted with the massive baby
but soon the ever cautious Killick took him under his
proverbial wing and demanded we all settle to sleep. No one argues with the
‘sweet tempered’ Killick........Not even me and I’m the
captain.........and that’s only because I say you are. Yes dear. Night night.
ALL IN ALL A JOY TO BE
BACK
VERY GOOD
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