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I have read descriptions of Paradise that would make any sensible person stop wanting to go there.


I'm continuing to use up my stockpiled winter photographs, a foggy morning down by the waterfront can be seen above. That said, the morning THIS fine September morning is bright and clear, with the sound of the washing machine doing its magic as the line steadily fills up today. Indeed, I expect it to be filled with handkerchiefs alone, judging by the past week around these parts!

Time for the Sunday Top Five. I thought I'd go a little educational today, and list the Top Five Moneyspinners For The Tasmanian Economy!

Tasmania has a reasonably diverse economy with lots of different exporters. In the main, we export to Asia, and Japan being easily our largest single receiver of goods and services.
1. Processed metals: here it is all about zinc and aluminium.

2. Tourism: and growing. As soon as Henry and Ezra hit HBollywood, it will only grow more.

3. Manufacturing: a broad brush, I know, but we're talking here about textiles, marine machinery, automotive components, heavy engineering and mining equipment, as well as a couple of shipbuilders. I'm not counting those items also in the top five.

4. Wood and paper: a traditional motor of the Tasmanian economy. We've got a lot of trees, and we can do a lot of stuff with 'em. That said, the globalisation of the economy has limited our competitiveness of manufactured goods.

5. Ores: good old ores. We don't only cut things down, we dig things up! Copper, zinc and lead mainly, but we still do a little silver and gold. The export of unprocessed ores steals number five.


Just missing the list were (in order): Seafood (assorted fish; abalone; lobster and farmed Atlantic salmon); Meat (beef and lamb); Dairy (best cream in the world); Other edibles (fruit, vegetables, chocolate, beer and wine); and Information Technology (the great white hope).

If only I knew a way to make some money off of these kids of mine, we could add them to the list...

Comments

Roddy said…
You know, I really like the Hobart waterfront. Something aesthetic about it.
Roddy said…
I have been to Paradise. You are right,there isn't all that much to want to go back for.
I do believe that you, your mother and brother were with me at the time. It is a little place just south of Devonport.
Dina said…
Really, Tasmania does all that?
Kris McCracken said…
We do all of this and much more!

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