Day 324
Saturday 18 November
Hobart
Weekend is here! I was awake at 730am and up making a cuppa for us both. I returned to bed with the iPad in an attempt to get through the photos but was left frustrated once again. Just after 8 Paul was up having a shower and putting the washing through. I followed, tidied up and then went to reception to sort out a net code again. It didn’t happen, the net was down grr.
After breaky, I tried to find other ways to work with my photos but I had to concede that the next 4 weeks will be limited, which is causing me great anxiety just thinking about it. I am going to need a holiday on return to go through all I take from now on.
We watched morning tv, as we waited for the others to wander down to our apartment. They arrived at 930 and we made our way down to Salamanca, where we started at the top of the street and made our way among the throng of tourists browsing the various market stalls. There was so much life and such an eclectic array of people sharing the space.
It was a bit of a fight moving along the the closed off road. We stopped in at a few of the stalls, admiring the wares. We picked up a couple of things, but mostly just enjoyed being out among it on such a beautiful day. The boys ended up stopping for a refreshment, I watched the street performers before joining them for a water.
When we were all hydrated, we continued our walking tour, taking in the views around Constitution Dock. There were a number of sculptures to take a look at, along with the boats and old buildings. We returned to a Chinese restaurant for dim sum lunch, but it was a little pricey, so we located another on Elizabeth Street and made our way up to it. The place wasn’t busy thankfully. We set about ordering all the dim sum they had on their limited menu unsure of what we were in for, but the food was great.
When we were all done, we left the others so we could get out to a few breweries. We walked back to the apartment, dropped off our things and then we took the car from the garage and made our way to Margate where we found Devils Brewery. The cellar door is part of a train carriage, with a number of other tourist shops taking up the other carriages.
We sat in the carriage chatting to the brewer as Paul tried the beers. Once he was ran through the list, we did a wander of the other carriages and then retuned to the car, making the trek up Mount Wellington, about a 30min twisty drive, dodging the annoying tourists out in force.
We found a space in the crowded car park, then did a wander around the summit. It was quite cool up the top, with a stiff breeze swirling about. We wandered long the path to various lookouts, admiring the ranges beyond and the views over Hobart and the waters surrounding it. We were fortunate to have such a clear, fine day that allowed us to see so far.
Once we completed our lap, we were back in the car, making our way down the hill once again and into Hobart. We stopped for fuel and then followed google to the brew pub, T Bone Brewery, where Paul gave his spiel, collected some information and then tried the beers. I took the required photos and waited for him to finish up.
We walked about 300m down the road, finding Shambles Brewery. We were greeted warmly, before checking out the brewery area and chatting with a venue manager. Once back at the the bar, Paul continued to chat, then sat down to a couple of paddles.
With his third brewery out of the way, we made our way back to the car and then the apartment where we spent an hour just chilling watching TV.
We rang the others, sorting our evening and then walked up to them. Shortly after, we wandered through the Hobart streets back to Constitution Dock and the located Hobart Brewing co in one of the larger sheds. The place was quite busy with parties happening and plenty of attendees in high spirits.
We ordered drinks, found a place to sit and let Paul do his thing. He managed to catch one of the directors, so was set for quite sometime chatting and trying different beers. In the meantime, we were entertained by his slightly intoxicated wife and her troublesome children.
By 815pm, we were getting peckish, so Damon called and booked Greek Restaurant. The three of them made tracks to the nearby taxi rank, while I let Paul know what was going on and when he was all done, we also found a taxi to take us to Elizabeth Street. It was only a couple of kms and we were soon in the restaurant with the others.
We let Damon order a selection of entrée dishes and we ordered our own mains. The shared entrée was delicious, with dips, grilled cheese and octopus. Paul and I then shared a salad and a moussaka. Everything was delicious and was topped off by fabulous and friendly staff.
Needing a walk, we left the restaurant and began the 2km walk back home. Unfortunately, Paul found a hole in the pathing and twisting his ankle quite badly. From there it was a slow and painful wake home for him and I was glad when we finally got in and he could put his foot up and go to bed.
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