Given the lack of choice I'd have expected an airport coffee shop to be more of a price gouging machine than a distributor of warm brown water.
Well the warm brown water wasn't bad actually, the toasties were fresh but most important of all, the lady on duty this very early am was as pleasant and friendly as nearly every person I encountered on this trip down under within Down Under.
In fact, I'm almost at a point of calling Tasmania the Canadia of the Southern Hemisphere. The manners and friendliness of everyone has been superb! *
So bravo 1948, you've done well.
*Even the owner of the Italian restaurant in Battery Point was effusive in his apologies that he was completely booked out when I arrived in-reservationed at prime time Friday night! (He even said not to buy take away because it wouldn't be as nice by the time I got it back to my airport hotel!) read more