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My parents have joined us. Kirsten and I flew out of hot and humid Brissie and landed in refreshing cool Hobart. High tens calls for multiple jumpers, jeans and runners. It feels good to bundle up. Gone are the light airy Queenslanders with the wide shady balconies replaced by sturdy brick homes. Even still central heating is a rarity.


Waiting for some fish and chips in Hobart

After a day wandering in Hobart absorbing the convict and aboriginal history we hightailed it out of town in our rental car. Off to the gorgeous old growth forests. The trees here are massively beautiful and being chopped down for wood chips. Where is the justice?

Could it be remnants of a hobbit hole?




Enjoying the scenery at Russell Falls

A long drive brought us to depressing Queenstown. Years ago it was a prosperous mining town. Now the streets are empty and the houses dilapidated. The hills surrounded have not a shred of vegetation. I felt like we had been transplanted to the moon. The Empire Hotel, where we stayed was a reminder of better days.

A very pink hotel room

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