Looking across Peppermint Bay toward Bruny Island. I really liked this
bit of sculpture, though most public art in Tasmania is only slightly better
than our local variety (not including our Cow Turd). Unfortunately, it's
in front of one of the most yuppified, crass newresorty places I saw
while in Tasmania.
It was all part of the conference, a Speaker's Dinner parenthesized by
trips in a jet catamaran. Food was tapasian tidbit buffet in a setting
nearly guaranteed to cause deafness. A small minority found their way
outside and away from the building to consider my best view of the
Magellanic clouds. Perhaps the last one I'll have. Magnificent.
Once we figured out the rear upper deck, the catride was kind of fun.
Especially when we snuck up to the very top ... Paul Fenwick joined us,
tried to take a sip of his coffee in the Extremely High Winds, and
promptly got a coffee bath. All in good humor, as is ever Paul.