Cycling Trip around Tasmaina and Flinders Island
Juicy. Sweet. Unique. The thought of a wild cherry cider, sporting the name of my favourite word, ‘simple’, occupied my mind for two days before I bought one from the quirky bar at the Alabama in Hobart. Cheers. Les described the flavour as ‘a smack in the mouth that is followed by a kick in …
I believe we have walked every street in Hobart now. I believe we have seen all the sights. I love this little town and its quirkiness, the people and the architecture. Actually we haven’t gone near any art galleries. I just can’t do it. We saw sooooooooooooooooooo much art in Italy and France. I just …
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I would like, if I may, take you on a strange journey. No that sounds like the opening of Rocky Horror picture show. Sorry about this…..I’m fighting the automatic post system. I think it is working now. 🙂
Looking back from the centre of Hobart you can’t help but notice a rather large bump on the horizon. Some call it Mt Wellington, kunanyi in the local tongue. I call it adventure and burning quads, … bring it on. Arriving at the top on the hop on hop off bus is really the best …
Rustic buildings, heritage, sailing boats, Cafe’s to die for and someone airconditioned the world. I love this place.
It’s here, it’s happening, it’s today, it’s exciting. Heaven. We awoke in Kerri and Uncle Mickey’s house. Our family Christmas was over, many hugs given and warmly received. Coffee brewing to perfection; I carved some of the remaining ham off the bone and made a toast around my fresh ham sandwich for breakfast. Ok time …
