A reasonably early start to the morning, so that we wouldn’t have to be too rushed in getting me to the airport for the flight to Tasmania, was the plan. No one informed the weather. It started to rain and then pour during rush hour traffic. The hour and a half cruise on the way down to Phillip Island had turned into an easly four-hour return trip affair. Adding the rental car return, complete with panic refuel near the airport, prior to catching the flight stretched my developing sense of relaxation. Thankfully, Monica was a great sport and took an airport shuttle back to the hostel in Melbourne, else the flight to Hobart would have had an extra empty seat.
The trip to Hobart is a short jump from Melbourne with just enough time for a Coke before landing. Everything about the Hobart area seems reminisant of the past while embracing the future. This gives the community a European persona, rich with nautical history. Hobart is definitely a town that invites wandering the old township and wharfs.
I loved walking up the gridded streets and looking to the horizon catching two sail boats on perfect tack. They were finishing the final leg of an evening race.
No visit would be complete without a visit to Flippers for the mixed bag of fried seafood, from squid rings and seafood balls, to the fresh catch of the day. For roughly ten Australian dollars, including soda, you can’t go wrong with this feast.
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I'm amazed at how different NZ and Australia are from the US, but still very similar. Very surreal!
Keep 'em coming, Paul!
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