Of up another mountain today – and again by bus. Mount Wellington took us from almost sea level to around 1400 meters high – and through some serious bush.
Even if we’ve both eaten and drunk far too much these last months, we wobbled our way to the top in about 3 hours, only to follow a track down that cut through to nowhere. Once we got back on track we saw some free climbers defying death on the rocks, just above our heads. Me? He only thing I like on the rocks is whisky.
Popped down to Salamanca, Hobart’s Lilla Torg, and watch the Tassie trendsetters drink their way through Friday. Both agreed that it could be great to be 22, but could you be bothered going through life again? Loads of hassle really.
Stayed in the hotel Astor close to the centre of Hobart. The character of Mrs Munster/Morticia were based on the owner – the completely eccentric but ever-lovely Tilde. loadsa kilos and an attitude that said, “if you don’t pay me, I’ll put a curse on you and you’ll die”. First time we left a tip.
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