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Yet again, I have been drawn to the water and the dazzling orange hull of the Aurora Australis!

I had intended to post a photograph of the visiting US Navy amphibious assault ship, the USS Tarawa. Unfortunately, none of my shots met with my strict editorial standards (I am a hard taskmaster). Thus, you get to see the Aurora again, albeit this time with a little friend on the left.

Not all is lost though, with Greg at Hobart Daily successfully capturing the visitors very nicely here. I was also pleased to hear a report from notorious man-about-town (and sometime commentator on this blog), the mysterious ‘Coach’, that the pride of the US Navy were spotted in full force at the thrilling clash between the Hobart versus Clarence blockbuster at North Hobart Oval on Saturday. By all accounts the Budweiser was flowing, the Hobart merchandise was flying out the door and even the good old National Pie went down well with the sailors.

Perhaps the AFL need to exploit this newfound love of the game and get past thinking about an expansion team in Western Sydney, and set there sights on South Carolina instead?

Comments

Coach said…
Thought you might like to know this as well - from one of my iregular sources:

"Had a chat to Phil about that this morning. He reckoned the sailors were buying 6 packs instead of individual beers. And one told him the ‘hotdog’ was the best he’d ever had as he ate a sav!! (And I thought selling savs no longer complied with health regulations.)"
Kris McCracken said…
It's been a long time since I had a sav at the footy. I think the Cooee Bulldogs hosted that game! Let's just say that there was more gristle than dog on that stale roll.

It was always sausages or the dogs eye after that.
Anonymous said…
Great shot! I always find it tempting to wander around the harbor area as there is always a good shot there somewhere!
WOW! That's a gorgeous boat! Ship?

Cool color, nice reflection.
The D in D & T said…
Gorgeous photo, beautiful colors!
Helen said…
This picture nearly bought tears to my dear husband's eyes. "The Auroa Disastrous" he said, "I remember it well". (Having sailed, or should that be motored, his way to the Antarctic 5 or 6 times, before I firmly put my foot down and said, "No More!")

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