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So I am sitting down to a Tassie inspired snack of salmon wrapped cream cheese on pumpernickel bread, drinking a lovely sweet white wine. I suppose it is about time I wrote about my adventures in Tassie.
I don't think I realised how small Hobart is until I flew back into Sydney. For the first time I can remember we flew back in over the harbour (bridge, opera house and all). I peered across the two people next to me to see if I could spot my house, knowing that if this were Hobart I wouldn't need to peer.
Oh, and I went swimming on seven mile beach. Its the first time I have gone swimming in winter, and I liked it. Despite the warnings of sharks, it was beautiful. No need for sunscreen, just a need for a jumper whilst waiting on the beach.
plush_maggot's good friend Bannana was kind enough to put me up for much of the week. I hope I managed to repay the favour through cooking, and forcing him to do touristy things like visiting Port Arthur and the Cadbury Chocolate factory. He also lent me his car, Bethany, a massive four-wheel drive diesel. When Narns was at work, I got to hoon around Tassie tasting wine and stuff.
The housemate and I have now finished the 1kg block of chocolate from the Cadbury Factory. (My favourite quote from her was "please don't leave me alone with the chocolate...") The limited edition First Harvest beer from Cascade is sitting waiting to be picked up by my dad and the Pinot Noir from Meadowbank has been happily consumed. I even got to try such delights as Bannana's famous tuna casserole, and Naomi's pumpkin pie.
Tasmania is beautiful. I can't believe how lovely Hobart is. There seems to be views everywhere. And the landscape around the city goes from huge beaches, to undulating hills, to high mountains. I just wish I had been able to go for walks, but the foot of doom still holds me back. I am going to have to return, as there are so many more things I want to do. I really want to learn how to fly-fish, for starters. But, no, I don't want to go rafting. :p
I don't think I realised how small Hobart is until I flew back into Sydney. For the first time I can remember we flew back in over the harbour (bridge, opera house and all). I peered across the two people next to me to see if I could spot my house, knowing that if this were Hobart I wouldn't need to peer.
Oh, and I went swimming on seven mile beach. Its the first time I have gone swimming in winter, and I liked it. Despite the warnings of sharks, it was beautiful. No need for sunscreen, just a need for a jumper whilst waiting on the beach.
plush_maggot's good friend Bannana was kind enough to put me up for much of the week. I hope I managed to repay the favour through cooking, and forcing him to do touristy things like visiting Port Arthur and the Cadbury Chocolate factory. He also lent me his car, Bethany, a massive four-wheel drive diesel. When Narns was at work, I got to hoon around Tassie tasting wine and stuff.
The housemate and I have now finished the 1kg block of chocolate from the Cadbury Factory. (My favourite quote from her was "please don't leave me alone with the chocolate...") The limited edition First Harvest beer from Cascade is sitting waiting to be picked up by my dad and the Pinot Noir from Meadowbank has been happily consumed. I even got to try such delights as Bannana's famous tuna casserole, and Naomi's pumpkin pie.
Tasmania is beautiful. I can't believe how lovely Hobart is. There seems to be views everywhere. And the landscape around the city goes from huge beaches, to undulating hills, to high mountains. I just wish I had been able to go for walks, but the foot of doom still holds me back. I am going to have to return, as there are so many more things I want to do. I really want to learn how to fly-fish, for starters. But, no, I don't want to go rafting. :p