The Spirit of Tasmania trip was a 'worth it' experience, even though the minimum sea-fare was twice the basic air-fare into Launceston. Since we wanted to have our car with us, this was really the only way to cross.
Thes picture shows our last view of Tasmania as evening set in.
The ship had eleven decks and level seven was where all the action was. On that level there was a restaurant, a cafeteria, a theatre, numerous lounges, and even pokies. Our three bunk birth with a porthole was situated on level eight, right forehead, two decks below the bridge, and we had a forward porthole. There were not so many of these and we were privileged to wake up in the morning and be able to watch the Melbourne skyline slowly increase as the ship worked its way across Port Phillip Bay. That was almost as good as the captain's view from the bridge.
All passengers were given a 'gentle' wake up call to pack and be ready for disembarking. Most passengers had vehicles to drive off. Our car had languished on level five were we left it. It was our duty to find it again and to wait in it till it was out turn to drive off. Between the three of us we found it easily and we were soon engaged in the Melbourne traffic again and missing the ease of Tassi. But life had to go on and we had to get into the rest of it.
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