There’s a reverence for visitors when living overseas. Not that people in general don’t appreciate visitors but there’s a level of excitement that comes when you can share your life, that is often times only seen on Instagram and Facebook, to those who are willing to take out the small loan it takes to fly over here. For the days leading up to and during the visit all you have to mutter is “my <insert relation of guest> is in town” and you are left to be able to spend all of your time with your loved ones.
It’s so much fun to share with them the restaurants that keep me full of wedges with sour cream and sweet chili, the beaches that keep me calm (when not shark infested), the golf courses that are mobbed by, well, mobs of Kangaroos, the river we love to sail on, the friends we keep, and most importantly the pangs of 30 hours of travel to get to Perth.
My dad invaded Australia for the past two weeks. It was great. He arrived on a Friday and we got him all washed up, fed, and then threw him on a plane the next morning to go to Tasmania for a Dad/ Daughter trip. A few people get confused about Tasmania so I’ll clear it up for you – Tasmania is not one of the New Zealand islands, it is one of the Australian States. We quickly realised a very distinct feature of this great state are the winding roads – which was a fun combination which can only be described as a very hereditary motion sickness gene, that we both have. Here’s a lowdown of the fun things on the trip:
- Visiting the Hobart Harbour and yummy food
- Abseiling down 140 metres down the Gordon Dam … and climbing up out on the dam ladders (did you like my pun there??)
- Visiting historic Port Arthur convict prison site and it’s grounds
- Seeing a lot of Tasmanian Devils running across the road – and they sounded NOTHING like the cartoon
- Taking the tour of the Cadbury Factory (the 2nd largest in the world and their chocolate tastes different because they use local milk and are the only one to still use cane sugar)
- Buying a lot of Cadbury chocolate from the factory
Thankfully the trip wasn’t without dramas as our flights returning to Perth were late and missed and then late again but we eventually made it home safe and sound … and tired.
The rest of the visit was great, we had a mix of holiday and routine. We had our daily morning runs, watching college football, the World Series, and grid iron – it just so happened to be in the mornings instead of the evenings. We also hit up some touristy fun by playing with koalas, kangaroos, golfing, touring the prison, getting beat down by waves at the beach, sailing, shotting and ate as much seafood (well, any food to be quite honest) as possible.
The only downside was having to drop dad off at the airport this morning for him to go home. I’ll just secretly keep my fingers crossed that he’ll pack a bigger bag next time and stay for longer.