Not a very exciting day, did the essentials, packed my gear, got the van washed (it needed it after all the Kilometres we did together) and gave it a good clean inside as well.  Returned the van to the rental company and it passed inspection with flying colours. 

When I mentioned that I needed to get to the domestic terminal after returning the van, the check-in lady offered to drive me there.  It's this kind of friendly gesture I came to associate with Tasmanians in my two week visit.  I can't say it wouldn't happen in other places, but Tasmanians have been consistently friendly and obliging throughout my holiday.

Had an uneventful fight to Sydney on a fully packed plane; a far cry from the half empty plane I flew down on.  My plans to take photos tonight went by the way when I had dinner with a friend.  So much to share, so little time.  I'll be in Sydney again and the view I wanted isn't going anywhere.

Attached, a selection of shots from MONA, I know it's old news now, and you may not be interested, but it was one of the highlights of my Tasmanian adventure.

At present MONA has an exhibition of work by the Belgian born artist Wim Delvoye

Osama, a tattooed pig skin by Wim Delvoye

Car tyres from the studio of Wim Delvoye.   Hand-decorated by Chinese craftsmen
with traditional scrollwork, plants, birds and geometric pattern so that, although
arguably ‘pretty’ –  indeed some of them very beautiful, they are dangerously no longer fit-for-purpose.

When the heart stops beating by Patrick Hall.  One of many interactive exhibits that talks to you. This and the next shot (not the Red Riding Hood shot) form part of the same piece.  The following is from the notes supplied by MONA: "When My Heart Stops Beating, commissioned for Mona, occupying its own room and including Hall’s largest chest of drawers to date, comprises two parts two metres high and three metres wide. As well as glass and metal, it is made of records. Literally, on the right hand side as you enter, a collection of vinyl LP records, redolent with nostalgia. And, to your left, records of living: a depository of people; of stories revealed, secrets whispered and emotions laid bare. When My Heart Stops Beating is part machine, pulsating to its own ‘heartbeat’; and part human."

Little Red Riding Hood as you may never have seen her before.  One in a series of disturbing episodes from the fairy tale from a horror perspective.

Bit.Fall by Julius Popp.  An amazing waterfall.

Fat Car by Erwin Wurm. 
Porsche Carrera chassis, body and interior, with polystyrene and fibreglass

And finally, from the same day, a sunset shot, taken from Marg's deck overlooking the Derwent.  Imagine being forced to witness scenes like this almost any day of the year.