Hobart. We ate great food. We stopped to have a beer in a pub where a dozen people were sitting around a big log fire playing traditional Irish music. We met a puppy in a pirate shop. We went to the Salamanca Market- don’t bother. We went to MONA- absolutely DO bother, what an amazing place. We came out with heads spinning.
The Royal Tasmanian Botanical Gardens were another highlight, the prettiest I’ve ever been to. Perched on the hill overlooking the Derwent river, it has a beautiful aspect and some lovely big trees, not to mention a delightful conservatory. I’m sounding all Elizabeth Bennet now. And, of course, they have an extensive vegetable garden.
All the people we met were lovely, the wait staff at cafes and pubs couldn’t do enough for you. What a contrast to surly old Melbourne. The air felt clear and sparkly, like it had more oxygen than usual. Both suffering head colds, but somehow we still had energy to burn. We had a great time, thanks Hobart.