Tasmania is another state we hadn’t yet visited. Therefore, we took the long weekend to make the trip. We flew into the capital city Hobart, which has a grand total of 205k people. We headed out for a late dinner and some beer sampling at the Jack Green pub (a place that became a favourite of ours over the weekend).
The following morning we were up early for some breakfast (at Jackman McRoss café, which was conveniently located round the corner) and a wander through the Salamanca markets before we headed off on the 4000ft bike descent down Mount Wellington. The view from the top was spectacular and we were very happy we didn’t have to cycle up. The off-road sections on the mountain bikes were probably the most fun and our favourite.
After a quick shower, we headed to MONA (Museum of Old and New Art). The gallery was established by a man who made his millions as a professional gambler and it was bizarre. It was complete with a wall of lady part molds, a poo machine and a random death room, which we didn’t make it into because it was two at a time and we didn’t fancy the 45 minute queue. We were much more keen to get to the wine bar and taste some Tassie vino and some of the Moo Brew beers from the local brewery. Well, James was. Someone had to drive us back. Luckily dinner was in town, so we could both enjoy a glass of wine.
The following day we drove up to Freycinet national park to hike Mount Amos, one of the three hazards in the park. At 1,500ft it was a good hike to the top, with some sections requiring a lot more grip on the shoe than mind had. Nevertheless, we made it to the top within the hour for another spectacular view of Wine Glass Bay. Back down we went in search of lunch and dropped by Devil’s Corner Winery for some fish and chips and wine tasting (again James did – someone had to drive). It was a 3 hour drive back and after a quick shower and a nap we headed out (to the Jack Green pub) for some drinks before dinner.
Monday was to be our final day in Tassie. After a walk around the town centre, the waterfront and a late breakfast at Machine Laundry Café, which was where everyone seemed to be, we drove down to Port Arthur. There were a few nice stops along the way and some stunning scenery. My favourite stop however was the drive through the town of Doo. Yes, Doo. Every house had a quirky name with the word Doo including Make-Doo, Doo Rum, Much a Doo about Nothing, Didgeri- Doo, Yabba Dabba Doo, Humpty Doo, Doo Me, Just Doo It, Doo Little, Do for Now, it goes on, but you get the idea.
Port Arthur is a former convict settlement and an open-air museum. The tour guide gave some fantastic insight into what it would have been like to be a convict in the prison in the 19th Century. Many of the houses have been restored following a number of bush fires. Visiting the museum and walking around the houses it was hard to see how it could have been such a bad place to live. It was a sunny day, it’s by the water and it was very peaceful. I expect the 16+ hour days of hard manual labour and very little to eat would have changed my opinion.
Sadly, that was all we had time for and we headed back to Hobart to catch the flight back.