Port Melbourne was alive with the hustle and bustle of Christmas time holiday makers.
We arrived at the ferry in plenty of time so we wandered into a local cafe for dinner. Driving onto the ferry was fun, but slow. We had booked a sleeping cabin which was the best thing we could have done.
After watching the ferry pull away from the terminal, we enjoyed a glass of wine at the bar then retreated to our cabin for a good night’s sleep.
“This is your Captain speaking, good morning everyone,” blurted over the PA system at 5:15am. We had slept soundly through the night and were nearing Devonport.
A hot shower, quick pack up and then down to the hallway ready to go below for the Paj. We drove off the ferry and into Tasmania.
A recommendation for breakfast at the Christmas Hills Raspberry Farm was a wise one. We had lovely hot coffee, pancakes and raspberries. Yum.
It had been a long time since my first drive through Tasmania and so it was great to enjoy the scenery and winding hills as we meandered our way to Hobart.