Day 24: Lake St Clair to Bothwell and back again

Lake St Clair at sunset

Last night I once again fell asleep before I got the end of the queue to talk to the online after hours doctor. But this morning I finally got to talk to a doctor about the radiology tests (my fifth in twelve days—I'd seen a doctor in Canberra, one in Bega at the ED, one on Easter Saturday, a dentist. and doctor on Easter Monday, then radiology on Tuesday). She agreed that it was inflammation of the sub mandibular salivary gland, but she wasn't happy with the level of inflammation on the scans, because they had been done after I'd already finished one course of antibiotics. My symptoms had improved, but not enough. So she prescribed another course. 

Sunset

It was then that we discovered just how remote we had, once again, ended up. The closest pharmacy was 90 minutes drive away (we were about equidistant from two). I was again frustrated. We'd hoped to go bushwalking that afternoon, but it seemed a drive was needed.

So we drove to Bothwell, a small, historical town in the centre of Tasmania. Making lemonade out of lemons, we discovered that there was a bit to see in the town. We chatted to the ladies at the information centre who pointed us to a walking tour and also to (in their opinion) the best place in town to have afternoon tea—the Post Office!

We eventually got back to Lake St Clair in time to make dinner and enjoy a sunset view at the lake.

A historic building in Bothwell with a short door.
David's standing there for comparison,
he's under 180cm tall.

Couldn't get enough of this lake!

Bothwell Post Office & Cafe

Yep, it's definitely autumn down here (feels like
winter, though, to us Queenslanders, who were
experiencing 30+ degree temperatures when we 
left home a month ago).

Nearly four hour round trip to get a course
of antibiotics. Some of this was on unsealed road too.