Since I last wrote from Tassie a couple of months ago, I've been in the same place, but a few things have changed. I am no longer picking strawberries (thank goodness!) as i got a job in an apple packing shed back at the end of March, where I've been working ever since. It's much better than picking strawberries because we get paid by the hour and it doesn't involve too much bending over, although it is quite tiring sometimes packing apples 8 hours a day. Back i...

We arrived in Tasmania this morning, and the taxi driver we had from the airport was a mad man! He was polish and kept going on about how his number plate had MP in it which stands for Minister of Parliament etc. We decided it stood for Mad Pole! He was chatting to us on the way and seemed appalled that we didn't know that a prince from Denmark married a Tasmanian, and was interrogating us about boats and stuff. Then, when we mentioned we were going to look for f...