My Mama went overseas again. Well, she didn't actually leave the country. She and Dad went to Hobart, Tasmania. You see, Tasmania is a smaller island than Australia, named after a Dutch explorer, Abel Tasman. It used to be called Van Diemen's Land but was changed when it was thought the first name brought bad connotations.
Hobart is small, much much smaller than Sydney. Less than 500,000 people live in Hobart while Sydney has 4 million. Mama likes Hobart as she likes it quiet. No traffic jam, no toll, she said. Dad says it's freaky that it's too quiet. Not a single bus or taxi on Sunday morning, he complained.
Mama stayed in a quiet hotel in a quiet suburb in Hobart
A typical day in downtown Hobart, not really....these musicians were in the same flight as Mama and Dad.
|The harbour in Hobart|
|Salamanca Place - don't ever miss the Saturday market|
|The blue yonder...amazing scenery from Rosny Hill lookout point|
|Enjoy a cup of coffee and some hot donuts while watching the cat fiddles with the huge violin on the hour...|
|What a pretty animal hospital...|
Next stop was a little town called Sorrell. It has sort of a flea market on Sundays. Many people were selling old stuffs there. About 2km from the market is the Sorrell Fruit Farm. Mama and Dad went fruit picking. Dad said Mama went berserk over strawberries and apples. Instead of picking and putting them in the buckets, she put more of the fruits in her mouth!!! Must taste first, then decide which ones are good to take home, she said. It was good exercise as the apple and pear trees were up the hill while the strawberry fields were on a lower level. Mama complained that Dad didn't help her with picking fruits. He spent more time taking pictures of the fruits. Which I like...You'll like these pictures too.
|Small yet very tasty nashi pears|
|A row of fruit laden apple trees|
|...more red apples|
|...more and more apples...green not red though|
|The pear trees were right on top of the hill but the fruits were worth the climb|
|Junior strawberry picker!|
|Strawberries straight off the farm...yum...|
|The day's bounty...apples, pears and strawberries|
|After a hard day's work at the orchard, a cup of tea and scones are just what you need...|
|Fancy a cup of cappucino? Come to Sorrell...|
|Sunday market at Sorrell, Mama bought me a nice quilt there|
Port Arthur is a tourist attraction now. It used to be a huge jail complex. Some years ago a man shot dead many tourists here. Scary!
|Meet the devils...the Tasmanian devils...|
|The convict trail leads to Port Arthur, a large complex of ruins|
|A lonely blue gum tree in Port Arthur|