#I'mDoneWithSteepGradients

URRGGG my head! I rolled out of bed and then panicked realising the time! It felt like I had been boxed by Mohammad Ali and I suddenly wasn't feeling as loving towards Tasmanian wine as I had the previous night.

Ten had become three as a lot of people had finished their tour the previous day. Just Iris, Laura and I remained for our day trip to Bruny Island. We had a new tour guide called Greg and he was trying to kill me. I mainly walked with Laura who very patiently stopped for me every hundred yards or so, I wasn't sure if I was hungover or actually dying from wine poisoning. Greg made me walk up more cliffs. We climbed and climbed, I grasped hold of trees and drained my water in a desperate attempt to stay alive.

Once we reached the top, the view below was gorgeous, we could see dolphins swimming and splashing near the boats and the clear water created a map of seaweed beneath us. I sat down happy to breathe in the fresh air and evaluate the likelihood of death.

Breathing: normal when still.
Brain: present in the head just not emitting much useful information.
Heart: still working as can hear it thumping through my chest.
Once assured that death was not upon me, I tried not to die by falling off the incredibly high cliffs or being smacked in the head by low lying branches.

The walk down was much more pleasant with very few uphill climbs, when we approached a hill, I asked Greg to carry me...he did not! We saw some wild white wallabies that weren't albino so they were quite rare. At the wildlife park, every time Iris tried to take a photo of the wallabies they would hop away. I saw her eager face as she crept closer to where they were chilling, other people got close and they stayed put. As soon as she took one step closer, gone! They hopped away into the bushes never to be seen again!

Lunch was a personal highlight as always! I ordered the soup as an apology to my body for poisoning it the day before and sipped happily away as I felt my organs regaining strength.

More food was had during cheese tasting, these cows weren't as clever as the other ones as they didn't milk themselves...LAZY! But they made good cheese. Some of the flavours were a bit too strong for me given my fragile state so I mainly stuck to cheddar!

I slept the entire journey back to Hobart and then snuggled up in front of the heater for the remainder of the evening.