First Week

Well the first week of life in Hobart has been a whirlwind of information and equipment. All starting as the Taxi from the Airport made its way into the city centre to reveal the 'Aurora Australis' in all its glory. There is some suggestion that it adds an extra post code or city centre to Hobart when it is docked! I have been very fortunate to be put up in a single apartment in the centre of town just walking distance from the ship.

Life at work started with copious amounts of information from computer access to waste management down south. The equipment that is issued is nothing short of extreme, massive carhartt boiler suits that make you look like an Eskimo, down jackets, 2 pairs of sorels for cold and colder, safety sunnies by Bolle and knee high socks. Of course there is more!
Catching the bus each morning and afternoon means that you do actually knock off on-time which seems does make me feel a little like a St. Philips student (able to escape from work on time).