Tasmanian Tigers, or Devils.? A shocking trip into the deadly and unknown....

[RooFlyer]

Guess where?

 

[TomVexille]

Did @juddles check the helo for sabotage?

 

[RooFlyer]

MONA

 

[RooFlyer]

Anyone who doesn’t know what that last one is, can ask

Here’s a hint

 

[VPS]

I can still remember the smell so I haven't forgotten

 

[JohnM]

Well oversold on expectation at the start, the thread seems to have fizzled ...when it was promised to to er sizzle...

@juddles had a tech problem with pics. Other than that the boys have been busy...

 

[drron]

I am glad to hear that.If anything had happened to @juddles I would have had to revive my alternate character-The Physician-to try and lure the Geologist into a meeting when in Tassie.I have checked and my alternate partner-the Nurse,AKA Mistress of Torture-may be available.
Then later in the year make arrangements to confront the Botanist on his home PERfect pitch.

 

[JohnM]

We’ve found - surprising as it may seem, that Rooy has some friends in Tassie

PERfection

 

[JohnM]

Everyone watching the QE pulling out of HBA.

 

[mrs.dr.ron]

Anyone who doesn’t know what that last one is, can ask

Here’s a hint

My grandkids call that the poopie machine

 

[JohnM]

The N & W contingents are about to make a strategic withdrawal under cover of pre-dawn darkness from this hell-hole.

They fight far too dirty down here. We charged the ramparts and all they did was throw scallops, steaks, salmon, raspberries, cherries, wine...

Gaaahhh - no moral code and completely in defiance of the Geneva Convention.

How can these people live with themselves?

We’re out of here.

 

[love_the_life]

The N & W contingents are about to make a strategic withdrawal under cover of pre-dawn darkness from this hell-hole.

They fight far too dirty down here. We charged the ramparts and all they did was throw scallops, steaks, salmon, raspberries, cherries, wine...

Gaaahhh - no moral code and completely in defiance of the Geneva Convention.

How can these people live with themselves?

We’re out of here.

In other words, your short stay has come to an end.

 

[RooFlyer]

In other words, your short stay has come to an end.

Not before a 4:30am start and an airport run for me

 

[juddles]

Not before a 4:30am start and an airport run for me

You poor thing!

Let the record show he threw us out of his car then at 5am, at about 60kmh, as he passed NEAR the airport on his way to his cosy abode - meanwhile the true road warriors set out for a combined total of 5 flights today before seeing anything resembling comfort...

As stated upthread, my comms were interfered with a few days ago - have only just managed to remove the bizarre, and may I say, quite staggering array of "Tassie" viruses that they were infested with. (Now I understand the initial offerring of Bundy OP - it was to lull me into using the Geo's "home internet")

I will, after I sleep, attempt to put the pieces together and reveal the true story.

But as bizarre as it may sound, The Botanist and The Saint now have a new alliance. As they say, the enemy of my enemy is my friend...........

 

[juddles]

I will attempt to regain where I left off - but it is a painstaking task - my harddrive is still in recovery mode. Any computer geek would see in my trusty laptop virus-creations that defy belief far more than the insane offerrings of the MONA at Hobart :/

Anyway, where was I? That's right, the first full day, and that sad trip to the Hobart University:

 

[juddles]

I awoke to that day knowing intrisically that something was not right. The Geo was still playing that guise of "nice host", but yet I saw that he was perplexed at my avoidance of Hara-Kiri. To give him credit, he planned an evening that would have taken the lives of most mere mortal folk. After being whisked to a real Tasmanian experience in their fetid slums, with all its warts, he plied me with alcohol, shared innumerable geological stories, and finally left me in a solitary cell with just a bottle of OP rum and a sharp knife.

In hindsight I understand his obvious confusion. This probably quickly took out previous foes. But I drink napalm for breakfast....

 

[juddles]

He was clearly off-balance, not in control. To gain time I used the weakness that all intellectuals have - I meekly asked about his latest "papers" and "research" This was a below-the-belt but certain way to distract the cough.

In his pompous self-indulgement, the next thing I knew we were being driven to the University where he so proudly spends many days. This trick of mine worked in the sense that I was gaining time to further work out the evil plan, but I also realised that to go along with it would possibly take a greater toll on me than I was ready for.

Imagine the horror, as I sat in the car heading to a Tasmanian institute of "learning"??

 

[juddles]

This is one of those situations that confound me. I felt a deep hatred already with The Geo - not just because of his insane views on Global Warming, not due to the suspicion (later confirmed) that his germs had violated my sacred laptop. But because I knew he wished me personal and deep harm. But i am always the better man - I still feel (ever less frequently) pangs of compassion. And true compassion it took to carry me through this day....

Despite whatever evil and lude plans his clearly deranged head feels, I still manage to feel pain for the desolate existence fellow humans must reside in. Visiting his beloved Uni confirmed the need for these feelings.

So eventually ( after many missed turns - just how old is this guy??) we finally arrived at his pride and joy, the University of Hobart:

 

[juddles]

One of the reasons for my survival in the eternal soups of primeval places I choose to inhabit is that I can tune out to most things. But I have, in the last couple of days since, suffered nightmarish recollections, but am mainly still in control. Sometimes, when you live with your dangerous choices in Life, you get into situations where you simply know that you have passed any reasonable point of no return. It was with tear-inducing spasms that i realized that this day would be a fight for sanity, perversely though not due to an actual intent of the host for same.

I knew I was about to see horrors. I donned dark eye shades that would mask my emotions, to mask the realisation that both my mind and body would be scarred, and feverishly tried to think of England. But it was hard.

His first strike was to show me his beloved geo labs, of which he was insanely, feverishly proud:

 

[juddles]

He spoke of avant-guard science, details of which reminded me somehow of vague recollections from my studies of the Dark Ages. His eyes glistened with pride. My own eyes sought shadow....

Then we moved on to further pride he has. It turns out that the Geo is devout in geology as his passion, but his real religion is Climate Change, and the associated fancy areas. Just as an avid wine drinker, behind closed doors, occasionally dabbles in Merlot, it turns out that the Geo is fascinated by Biology. And thus he proudly revealed to us the Uni's modern biology wing.