Day 36 - Hobart (Tasmania)
Trip Start Mar 29, 2013
141Trip End Aug 17, 2013
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After our breakfast we walked down to Salamanca place where Hobart's famous market is every Saturday. It was a busy and bustling place with hundreds of colourful stalls. The sun was shining but it was really chilly in the wind. Rich and Emma had to buy (matching!!) hats to keep us warmer. The stalls were selling Tasmanian food produce, crafts and trinkets. Dylan took a fancy to the apple stall and the lovely man gave him a free apple. Tasmania is known as the 'Apple Isle' because for many years, it was one of the world's major apple producers. It really was a very nice apple. Dylan loved all of the toy stalls and played for a long time at each of them. He is the proud owner of three new small (thankfully) toys - a blue quad bike, and two second hand racing cars, he is over the moon.
We met a lovely group of older ladies all dressed in purple with red hats on
Fun – we celebrate life at every age
Friendship – we solidify and expand the bonds of sisterhood
Freedom – we discover and explore new interests
Fulfillment – we realize our personal potential
Fitness – we embrace healthy, life-lengthening lifestyles
Emma can now not wait to turn 50 so she can join in the fun.
We bought lunch from a bakery called Daci and Daci to share back at our hotel room. It was really really yummy. The best was a little lamb pie which was delicious. After naps we set off with the kidlets loaded into the pram to walk around the Battery Point area of the city. Battery Point is named after a battery of guns that were established on the point in 1818 to defend the city against possible French and Russian invaders
Dylan's favourite today, other than his new cars, was a quick sit on a big motorbike trike. Rich has implemented a great new explanation as to why he can't sit on and drive every single motorbike, boat, fork lift truck, bike, scooter, car, taxi, bus, camper-van in sight, which is that he must ask the owner first so if the owner is not there we cannot go on the vehicle. This morning the motorbike trike was ownerless. This afternoon Dylan had of course remembered, clocked the bike coming round the block to the same place, then exclaimed "there's the owner now I can go on the bike". Thankfully so far the owners have all been lovely, the first time they are not that will be another tough life lesson.
Early evening Skype to catch up with Grandad John, Nanny Sue and, of course, Buster, the cat. Dinner date for the boys and room service by the boys for Emma's dinner.
Another great day in Hobart.