So we got back Sunday from our hobart trip. Little Brother did well. Arrived thursday, had a house by friday, and a hockey team by saturday. As for me, I was a tad stuffed by the time we actually made it home.
Our trip started with a drive to Wallan Wednesday Night, to stay with a family friend. A wakeup at 5am and a drive into the airport parking place (thanks, GPS!) and checking in for our flights at 6:30am.
One hour and 10 minutes or so and we were off the plane in an airport that was TINY! Not sure why, but I kinda expected Hobart Airport to be bigger than Albury’s airport. Anyhow, we were met by a friend of Mum’s (whom we had never met before) Jenny and Mark offered to drive us around and show us the city layout, which we greatly accepted. After a short drive, with a few words of wisdom on getting around and a bit of orientation, Mark dropped us at the backpackers.
My initial thoughts: “It’s kind of dodgy, but the homely dodgy where it’s more funny than depressing”
My thoughts after meeting the Lady running the place: “This place rocks!”
Managed to check in early on account of it being winter and apparently nobody visits Hobart in winter so the hostel was pretty quiet.
Then the walking began.
And it did not stop until I sat on the couch back home sunday night.
There’s plenty to see in hobart, if you’re like me and despite knowing nothing about architecture, you like looking at old buildings and interesting things like that.
On Thursday we wandered over to Sandy Bay to look at a house for Dave. Sandy Bay is a half hour walk from the CBD, if you dont get distracted by giant blue slides.
Also distracting me was the beautiful autum leaves in the park:
The house was beautiful, and complete with a Harry Potter Cupboard you can accidently get locked in, and a Creepy Room/half of the Attic which wasn’t turned into a room but is instead just walled off from the half that was made into a room and apparently it makes wierd noises and has spiders.
Still, the girl showing us through was really friendly and funny and nice so I think it will be a good place for the little bro man.
more wandering and a bit of shopping ensued. Dinner was fish down by the docks. Gary and I have a habit of devouring heaps of seafood when anywhere near the ocean. Sorry Wodonga, but your seafood just isn’t the same.
Friday was even more walking around. We planned to do the Hobart Sculpture walk (About an hour along the edge of the water, looking at a few numbers-based sculptures which are significant to Hobart.) We intended to begin it at 11.
We made it to the start at 3, having become distracted by a variety of shops along the way to where it starts in Salamanca.
By this time it was raining pretty solidly, so Gary brought a waterproof jacket and we continued on (Rain won’t stop us!!)
After that we wandered about the village at Battery Point, planning to head back to the CBD and source Dinner. Instead, in the growing dark and the rain, we spotted a very inviting and warm looking cafe, and so we stopped for impromptu hot chocolates and cake. (and pies and savoury tarts for the boys)
Then back in, dinner, bed.
Saturday was market day, otherwise known as “Nicole Spends too Much Money But Doesn’t Care” day. Salamanca markets are pretty good. Like any market, there’s good stuff and rubbish, but the overall atmosphere was pretty awesome. Plus, there was a magician making balloon animals, and when he explained he was making a rare pink monkey to the crowd, some kid shouted out “Pink monkies dont exist! Thats a Balloon!”
My haul: Blackberry port wine, Tomato and herb mustard, Beautiful merino yarn for a lace project I’m going to start shortly, A handcrafted metal Broch/Shawl pin, Tiny wooden teapot earrings, A convertible wrap/skirt/shawl/shrug/top…. thing, delicious custard donuts, and I’m sure there’s something else I can’t think of right now.
We spent pretty much all day there. Wandering back through the park we discovered a wall of gravestones. The park used to be the cemetary, and when it was changed to a park the gravestones were placed into a memorial wall sort of thing.
After dinner we went off to the pub to have a drink with Dave. He’d left us at the markets while he went to play hockey with his new team, UTAS Div 5. Apparently the game was good, and they asked him back next week. Probably cos we breed ’em tough up here in the Hockey Albury Wodonga league, and he copped a shot to the guts and kept playing.
This was also random and odd. A wall that was erected… then re-erected later… in front of public toilets which have razor wire around the top. Not sure what the go was, but it was near our hostel and was kind of a landmark.
Our trip ended sunday morning, with Gary and I getting up and heading to the airport at 7am. A flight back to Melbourne, then into the city for a visit to the Queen Vic Markets. I brought a wonderful red scarf made of Hemp, and we wandered down Victoria street to Minotaur, where I purchased Book 7 of The Walking Dead and a Serenity comic. A quick trip across to the royal Mall and a visit to the delicious chocolate shop within. Then we walked all the way down to the South Melbourne Markets, where I had a “moment” because my feet were sore, I was tired, and cranky and we had to walk all the way back up to the Queen Vic markets.
I got over it though.
Long drive home, then sleeping!