The next morning we woke up to sunshine and a breakfast ready in the
room. Munched down the breakfast and set of along the east coast of
Tasmania, with the end goal of reaching Hobart that day. The first
stretch saw us driving along a road that was a stark reminder of
Scotland. No forests, rough seas to our left, rocks and sheep where
ever one looked.
We passed a cafe called the pondering frog, in which mum had a scone
and I tried some of their home made ice cream. The guy seemed a
little stressed, but we all got everything in the end. Mum even got
some advice on what to do. So after the short snack we headed to
Coles Bay. Bit out of the way but we had some time to spare. Had a
beach walk in Coles Bay and some lunch, after ditching a place called
“Friendly Beach” as you needed to pay to access it.
We continued on along the coast, through mountainous terrain towards
Hobart. Passed a lot of flooded rivers, with the bridges just staying
above the waterline. Tasmania has copped a lot of water lately. Has
to make up for it's reputation somehow of being the England (or New
Zealand) of Australia.
We reached Hobart in the early evening and headed to the tourist
information. Witnessed a mayor crash with three messed up cars on the
other lane on the way, but had little problem getting in to the city.
At the tourist information we saw the sign that the information was
closed due to relocating, but a girl stuck her head out of the door
and helped us get the accommodation information we wanted. So we
headed of to some boutique hostel. The first one was fully booked,
but we had luck in the second one. After a shower we headed to the
highly recommended “Drunken Admiral” seafood restaurant and had a
good evening meal.
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