As mentioned yesterday, home is not where I wanted to be heading today..... not all the way anyway. But as in all fair and equitable relationships, it didn't matter what I wanted. We were going home. And.... I wasn't allowed to drive the whole way myself. This was a big test for me... I like to drive. I don't like to be a passenger. And to set the picture clear, it has nothing to do with the suggestions that I just don't like Tracy driving. I just like to drive. It puts me in my comfort zone and I like to drive. So I had mapped out a 20 minute stretch where I would concede my throne and become a passenger. That 20 minutes did end up turning into a nearly 2 hour stretch, and for the record, I am going to publicly state that Tracy did a perfect job of driving, just like I knew she would.
However, when we stopped at Nhill for lunch, I made sure that the car key managed to end up in my pocket so I could drive again for the rest of the way.
A few more forced rest breaks on the way home and we finally got there.
3,954 kilometres from start to finish, plus 2 ferry trips.
Great memories and perhaps time to start planning our next trip?
(Funnily enough, we are actually booked to be at Holdfast Shores caravan park this weekend - 3 days away. Because nearly 4 weeks in Tassie just isn't enough).
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