Cruising on the Gordon River
[Early Spring, here in Australia and a good time to visit Tasmania. Ah, memories of travels with my husband (Mr. K), his brother (P1), and cousin from Switzerland (P2), to Tasmania; a brilliant and beautiful destination to virtually travel.
Many thanks to Mohamad Al Karbi for giving me the opportunity to share the T-Team’s adventures in South Australia.]
An early start, just what the K-Team love. We were to board the Wilderness Cruise Boat by 8.45am. Not as early as the last time I took the cruise. Then, in 2011, I journeyed with my mother (Mrs T), for whatever reason, the ship departed much earlier than 8.45am. Fearing we’d miss the boat, Mum and I rose at the crack of dawn and ate our breakfast at a hotel opposite the wharf while watching the sun rise on the calm waters of Macquarie Harbour; an oil painting in hues of gold and pink with ducks on the jetty. Mum’s breakfast of Eggs Benedict was less than perfect; uncooked, runny and the “whites” not white. She’s never had Eggs Benedict again. I guess there had to be some compensation for the ideal weather we had that August day in 2011.
