The journey continues

After some convincing Trish relented and we headed out to Port Arthur. Trish was a little concerned with our lack of mobile reception in Wolf creek country. After procuring some accommodation in what looked like converted shipping containers we headed out to the old and somewhat creepy convict settlement. We booked ourselves in for a ghost tour, somewhat inexplicably as neither of us had any desire to see a ghost. We didn’t see one, but the photos and stories were quite frightening and out last stop in the asylum had me wanting to make like a tree and leave.

We had an amazing dinner at a place called Mussel Boys and retired to our shipping container in the woods….alone…..

From then we took the 4 hour drive to Cradle Mountain which for some unknown reason took us 7 hours. Yes, we drove about an hour out of our way, but how does one account for the other 2 hours??