We first thought we would have to wait a day for the bus we had a reserved place on to show up. But there was a second service, more a guy trying to rip us off. But hey, we had no real choice. I talked to some daytrippers, but none would give us a ride so we actually paid quite a bit of money for a trip to Hobart. But this also meant we had one more day there, an opportunity, I guess.
We soon found a very convenient hostel and the first thing I did was walking to the nearby
Laundromat, to get some of our things washed. Damn, we must really have been smelling like hell, at least I noticed my clothes were. Then I had a really nice and long lasting shower. Funny, but the hostel felt really comfortable and clean (although it still was a hostel). We went out that night, but only for dinner. Marc wanted to have a pizza, I voted to share one. We found a very nice place and got some awesome looking and tasting pizzas, but both had to give up after the first half. Did that ever happen to me before? I don't know. But I still feel that my stomach shrinked during that time. Interesting to see, what you really need or at least how much you can make from how less for a while.
After more than a week without the internet or phones I turned my mobile on again. I didn't miss any of that, although I of course need it in my daily life. Living without all this
geeky stuff still works, guess it's good to realize that from time to time.
The night was very nice, so warm an comfi, soft and dry. Still we both woke up early and started into the day. We walked across Hobart (which doesn't have such a nice tourist office) following a walking guide map. But feeling the urge to relax, we spend quite a while in the harbour, where the Syndey to Hobart
Yacht Race ended few days earlier. Sitting there watching the crowed, drinking a coke ... what could you want more? Hobart is a small, very remote place and so I managed to breath some of its flair during the time we had, also
exploring the city and discover its
specialties.
And one more time we had to check out before the day had seen light, catching our flight back to Sydney. Luckily our stuff hadn't been found or at least not taken, Hobart Iternaional Airport looked the same and different as well. I caught myself smiling about my expectations and what I had seen. We boarded the plane and were back in Sydney. The last thing we had to do was walk from Newtown Station back to my house, of course carrying the packs on our backs. Walking
home.
