The hide of the man. How dare he! My beautiful lady and I love cruising. We would have been eagerly awaiting out third voyage, one over to our Kiwi neighbour, this coming summer, but the wretched virus put paid to that.
We have postponed it till next November and who knows what the world will look like then. Granted, a certain small percentage do drink themselves stupid from dawn to dusk, but the vast majority of our maritime companions on board, like us, tipple only in moderation. So, stick that in your cap Mr Cameron. But, if only that was the worst outrage he inflicted in his scribing!
It is, yep, dullsville. I had a more detailed look on a later stay when I hopped on the from the city to explore the area around Station Pier. I was soon hopping back on that tram. Cameron is so ashamed of that bayside suburb as a disembarkation point β and I can hardly type these words β that he is actually advocating passing it off as Hobart.
My city, because of its vibrancy, arts scene and its stunning location under the ramparts of kunanyi, attracts far more cruise companies these days than does poor old Melbourne.
They would denigrate mine instead. The audacity and repellent attitude of the man to want to place a Welcome to Hobart sign across the old tatty pier! Just as well that city, across the Strait, has a more pressing matter to think about at this time.
