Again up with the bird that catches the worm but this time we had a special reason. It was Saturday and in Hobart, the world famous Salamanca markets were waiting for us.
We left a still sleepy Strahan, and pointed the nose of our vehicle towards Queenstown. Having left this township, we touched the same road for the fifth time to reach Lake Saint Clair again. it was misty on the way and looking back to Strahan we saw the cloud hanging in the vally.
There was not a lot of traffic on the road and we quickly reached National Park Mount Field to catch a few photos of the Horseshoe and Russel Falls. Unfortunately they turned out to be very bad because of that very, very bright sunlight.
In one of the outer suburbs of Hobart we went to an address where, we thought, they would have a room to spend the night. NOT so. Outside this place we rang another place ( mobiles are so handy if you are in an area which is covered by your network). In the Lonely Planet this place was named as a hostel with al lot of extra’s like bbq area, big kitchen etc. Yes they still had a room for the night. Asked if they still were at the same address? No, they had moved to another place closer to the centre of the city. No parking at the hostel but there was a 24 Hr. parking place close by, so we could store our car there. Parked the car at that spot and carried our stuff with us to that hostel. What a dump. Really the worst place I’ve ever come across. We had a double room but a shared toilet and bathroom. The bath was filthy, stained and not cleaned for a hundred years but for 1 night it had to do.
The visit to the Salamanca Markets was great. There were stalls with everything, handmade things, clothing and fruit and vegies. We bought some souvenirs and strolled through the city of Hobart, it’s a nice place to visit. In the evening we went to a nice restaurant. Can’t remember the main dish but the raspberry with apple crumble as dessert made a great impression.
March 11. Breakfast in our room. No, no room service, our own stuff. Parked the car in front of the hostel and filled it up with our gear and headed towards Tasman Peninsula to pay Port Arthur a visit.
At Eagle Hawk Neck (the only entrance to the Peninsula over land) my eye captured a glimpse of a sign pointing us in the direction of a lookout. Being on a discovery tour we could not resist and followed the sign. It led to a spot where we were presented with a spectacular view over the bay. We continued our path to White Beach with the intention to rent a cabin for the night. Almost everything was booked but there was one cabin available although it had a broken window. “ But have a look, see if you like it.”
It indeed was a very old cabin with an annex build in front of it. The broken window was in the back and closed with a sheet of timber so no problem, we take it. From here we went to Port Arthur. This is a penal station where everything was built by convicts to make the place liveable. The old building are still there and there is an ongoing restoration to keep it as a museum. In 1996 an idiot killed 35 people which led to stricter gun laws in Australia. You can easily spend a whole day in this museum to learn about the past of this place. A cruise was involved to show you around a couple of smaller islands in the near vicinity where veggie patches were kept to feed the convicts. There is a large restaurant where we had lunch.
The next morning we went ahead towards Freycinet and via Sorrel we cruised through a beautiful landscape marked by wineries.
Arrived at Freycinet. We visited the information centre to gather some info about walking tracks and beautiful spots to visit in the area. Plan was to walk Cook’s Beach next day but first, we wanted to enjoy the view over Coles Bay. Mount Amos was waiting outside and to enjoy a picturesque view over the Bay we had to climb this hump. It was fantastic.
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