This morning, way earlier than I care to think about, I dragged my sorry butt out of bed, packed some bags into the boot of the car, and together with my wife and daughter, headed towards Brisbane airport.
Our ultimate destination? The furthest (south), therefore most southernest, (almost) coldest, (probably) and potentially quaintest, (we shall see) place in the whole of Australia.
Did I mention cold? Yes, here in Australia, where the water goes down the plug hole in the opposite direction, south equals cold. Most southernest equals coldest.
We are off to Verycoldsville in search of snow.
The rest of Australia, and the world, most commonly refer to this place as Hobart, Tasmania.
As it is now the middle of July, which in the upsidedown world of Australia is the middle of winter, going to the most furthestly, southernestly, southern part in the middle-est, wintry-est, time of the year means that when we get there, it will undoubtably be very cold indeed.
It may even be fair to say that we are probably going to experience the coldest coldness that Australia’s got. When we booked it, from the very hot hotness of a summery Brisbane having 40°C plus temperatures, going somewhere in the southernest coldest part in the middle of winter seemed like a good idea.
Now that it’s the middle of winter in Brisbane, and pretty cold anyway, I’m not so sure.
But we are going anyway.
I wonder if it will be cold?