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I am in Canberra today (the nation's capital for all you fun fact hunters out there), for more meetings! Such is the joy of being boss for the time being. It will be a shorter trip than Sydney though, and hopefully one free of cake.

That said, the robot and I have conspired to keep to photograph's rolling along. This one is of Hobart's mighty Derwent River. Like the Nile, Amazon and Mississippi rolled into one, this is one impressive bit of drink. There is no hyperbole in that description either, because as I have told you a million times, I hate exaggeration.

Err, this isn't the river, this is the Hydro Building on Elizabeth Street.

Tip for new bloggers, be extra careful when pre-posting late at night before a trip away!
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USelaine said…
As always, I am prepared to believe.
2 December 2008 at 11:06
Neva said…
hmmm.....the river is exactly where? nice building...hope your stay was uneventful....
2 December 2008 at 12:55
Benjamin Madison said…
An amazing river! Very deep!
2 December 2008 at 15:46
Priyanka Khot said…
You did not use enough words to describe the impressive river... Niles, Amazon or even our good old Ganges is no competition to this one :-)
2 December 2008 at 16:09
Megan said…
That's no river...
2 December 2008 at 18:41
Anonymous said…
Thanks for visitng me. You have a lot of variety here- plenty to see! I will be back again soo:)
2 December 2008 at 19:04
Julie said…
A Few Good Men
4 December 2008 at 00:02
Kris McCracken said…
USelaine, that’s what we love about you!

Neva, oops.

Benjamin, double oops.
8 December 2008 at 10:28
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, the good old Ganges! Do people still wash their clothes in there?

Megan, triple oops.

Lisasarsfield, ahh, but no river today!

Julie, I have a couple of them.
8 December 2008 at 10:29
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