Tasmania: Day Two
Events: A’s birthday. Yay! Museum of New and Old Art (MONA). Dinner at Smolt.
Sleep: all night long, thank freaking goodness.
Turning thirty ought to be celebrated with at least a very good sleep in. Followed by bacon and eggs. And so it was for boyfriend’s morning. A slow and steady start to the day.
It was also the day for MONA. I schooled small one in Craig MacLachlan’s Mona - something not necessarily amusing to everyone else on the MONA trail - and we were warned upon arrival to avoid the Velvet Room and just keep a general eye out for anything potentially concerning.
MONA is amazing. Carved in to a sandstone hillside, the three levels are also completely exhausting. It is hard to get your head around the fact that this is all a gift: David Walsh gave this massive institution to the people. Although calling it an institution is hardly fair - the irreverence saturating both the exhibited pieces, and the ‘artwank’ notes accompanying them on iPhone-like implements deny authority at every turn.
After lunch, we decided to go for a drive to encourage small one to sleep. After 180 kilometres, and nearing 5pm, he finally relented. I think we covered the whole of Tassie on this afternoon drive. This sleep meant the birthday dinner was a happy experience for all - not just the bigs.
Candles were put atop a chocolate pudding, duly blown out and requisite HAPPY BIRTHDAY sung.
