Mona and Ladies who lunch

This was a meant to be a relaxing day and started off that way with a leisurely breakfast with Romy. after we had eaten we were taken to the ferry ticket office where Romy had booked us ona ferry. Apparently this is the best way to get to Mona, which was built by a man who had made all of his money out of gambling. Cue old man's anger when it transpires that the cost of a single ferry ticket is exactly the same as a return, made worse by the fact that Romy is taking her car to the museum and our new landlady is meeting us there with her car. So we will not be returning by ferry.

The ferry trip is great and the view of MONA from the river is worthwhile. The Museum of Old And New Art is entered by climbing about ninety stairs after which you find yourself n a full size tennis court off which the entrance beckons.

The museum is an eclectic collection of art, ancient Egyptian amulets next to a Damien Hirst. Video pieces next to waterfalls or Greek vases. We enjoyed a wonder waterfall which created words, the fat Porsche Car, a white library full of books with no words and a giant snake. The two themes of the museum are sex and death and both are fairly well represented. It had been described to us as being pornographic but we didn't feel this.

The museum is on several levels and prides itself on having no labels or direction signs, so on entry you are given a GPS system which can be opened at any time and which finds the work of art nearest you.
After a couple of hours we had luch outside looking down the River Derwent which was marvellous, me and five women who lunch, Romy, Rosemarie, Dale, Victoria, and Pam. The sun was shining and the view was fantastic.
After lunch we had another hour in the gallery before stopping for a coffee and a cake. After tea, we transferred our bags from Romy's car to our new landlady's car, and Pam took us back to her house .
Pam's house was wonderful set on the Eastern shore looking over the River Derwent towards Hobart and Mout Wellington. As the sun went down and electric lights came on the view became magical and both Rosemarie and I felt that this was a house we could have bought. Our room was wonderful a giant room with our own sitting area and an en suite bathroom, who could, ask for more.
After a pleasant supper of chicken salad and some conversation we retired to our bed, satisfied and full of memories of MONA