Welcome to Tasmania!

One interesting fact: Tasmania has roughly the same area as Great Britain (the island), but instead of having 90 million people, it has about 500 thousand. The result is lots of small towns of 300 and 500 people. Can you imagine? It’s hard to believe that such places still exist today!

We got to Tasmania at around noon but we could only get the car at 8:00 pm, and we wanted to see the Salamanca Market in Hobart on Saturday morning anyway, so we caught a shuttle bus to Hobart.
We got a place to stay – one of the crappiest places I’ve slept in my life (shared bathrooms included).
As we had until 8:00 pm to get the car at the airport, we’ve spent the day in Hobart. Maxi’s… not even their shadow…


(the Mures on the right upper corner, just next to the fishing harbor)

(A house in Hobart upper part)

(The same street on the upper part of Hobart)

(A park that was a Cemetery. It got too crowded so they decided to rearrange the graves and transform it into a park. People are still buried under the grass where others make their barbecues, but the gravestones are all in a couple of walls they’ve built for the purpose)

(just like that!)

(Hobart’s post office)

At 19:30 we’ve headed to the airport to pickup the car. The lady at the Thrifty desk informed us that despite the insurance we had already bought through the website, if the car had as much as a tinny paint chip she would charge us $5000, and then we could take it up with the website guys.
We said ok, and used the Australian card (which is not even a credit card… so good luck trying to charge something on it!)

(here’s our amazing set of wheels!)

We had dinner at the mythical Mures in Hobart (where all the Sydney – Hobart maxi racers have their drinks and foods after arriving in Hobart), and went to sleep at the crapy “Pickled Frog” (that’s the name of the dump we found to sleep), and we’ve discovered what Tassies do with their nights… they get really drunk and learn to play guitar!
Neither of us got much sleep…