Originally, Port Arthur wasn’t on our list of things to visit. For some weird reason the tour company we were booked with had to remove the Port Arthur leg of the tour from the itinerary. One of the girls in our dorm room, however, had rented a car and was heading to Port Arthur with a different girl in our dorm room. Snapping up an opportunity to tag along with them, we joined the American girl and the Aussie girl (who
had rented the car) and went to Port Arthur.
This is the ruin of the old flour mill / prisoner dormitory. There is a great deal to see there, but this is one of the more dramatic shots.
The cheery fellow photographed below stands in one of the interpretive exhibits at the Port Arthur visitor's centre. Glen took a liking to him.
"PULL MY FINGER."
We had a great time there, both on the visit to the camp and on the hour long detour we took we took on the way back to Hobart when we missed the correct highway turn-off. It was defiantly a good side trip to take; I’m quite glad we met up with those two girls and was able to pal along with them.
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Well, it only took me, what, a few months to stumble across this blog of yours? I need to check Bloglines more often... - R
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