Yesterday was a travel day – Hobart to Sydney to Perth (flying from Hobart to Perth requires a layover in one of Australia’s other major cities), but we had the morning to kick around in Hobart. It’s such a charming town in every way – its location, architecture, setting beneath Kunanyi (ancestral name) / Mr. Wellington and the people make it fantastic. Decided to head up there – 4,176′ above town via a very steep and winding road, but first we took a stroll around the harbor and had breakfast.

Breakfast restaurant. Fish for breakfast? You bet, mate.

A little-known fact – Hobart is Lester’s ancestral homeland. And yes, that also makes him a Tasmanian Devil (but we knew that).

Leaving the harbor, looking up towards Mt. Wellington.

Half way up, and the weather’s perfect. Not for long.

Winter bade a chilly hello as we climbed the road. This was only ten minutes from downtown’s harbor, where it was 60 degrees and sunny.

Quite cold up top and pretty much completely socked in, so we headed down after a short stay.

Here’s a map of my travels in Tasmania. There’s so much more to see, so I’ll have to come back. It really is magical here, and they’ve kept it so pristine and inviting. See you next time, Tassie….