New Year's Eve at Sydney Harbour

We returned from Tassie on New Years Eve and were able to see the fireworks on the harbour.  I must admit that it was sort of cool to move into 2009 a bit ahead of the US.  Although, it's not as easy to wish everyone a happy new year from there.  Travis and I took the train down to Circular Quay to find a good spot for the midnight fireworks, but it was a mad house.  Plus, everything was on a much lower level with blocked views.  So, we decided to go up through the Rocks to sit at Observatory Hill, which looks out towards the Harbour Bridge.  Since there were only two of us, we were able to find a decent spot without too much trouble, and we didn't get there until about 10pm.  So, not too long to wait.

I don't know if I was just tired when I took the pictures or whether the ground was shaking from the shock of the fireworks, but some of the pictures are a bit blurry.  It was still cool though.  (Link to PicasaWeb)

Tasmania - It's a real place! (Part 2)

Welcome to Hobart!  We got here at the perfect time.  The Sydney to Hobart Yacht Race started in Sydney Harbour on Boxing Day, and the first boats started to arrive in Hobart around the 28th.  We missed seeing the winner, Wild Oats by an hour, but I think the starting line would have been a bit cooler to see with all the sails unfurled.  By the time they arrive, the sails are drawn in to keep the boats from blowing right into the docks.  Makes sense, I suppose. Can you tell I'm not a sailor?  (I was actually hoping to take some lessons since there is so much nautical activity here, but I never made the time.)

Anyhoo, back to the holiday.  We arrived in Hobart just in time to catch the Salamanca markets closing down.  Salamanca is the arts village on one side of Constitution Dock, and there is a well-known Saturday market there.  We walked around town to get a lay of the land and ran across the historic area of Battery Point.  There are mainly older homes there with a few shops and eateries, but it was cute.

The next day, we found our way about 20 minutes out of town for a visit to the Cascade Brewery.  What a great setting at the bottom of Mt Wellington, where they get their water.  Of course, we had to take the tour and get some sampling in at the show room.  One beer in particular was the First Harvest beer that is actually made with the whole hops flower.  They only serve it at the brewery, and I quite enjoyed it.  It's definitely got a distinct flavor to it.  Wish I could share, but you'll have to come here to get it.  After quenching our thirst, we wandered through the Taste of Tasmania back on the waterfront.  Australia has a lot of markets and festivals, but the Taste is Tassie's most noted festival of food and beverages from all over the state.  I have to admit the seafood here was better than any of the places I've been so far.  (I always thought that Oz would have amazing seafood since it's an island, but it's only okay, mainly prawns and calamari.  The barramundi, native Aussie white fish, isn't bad.)

The next day we took a local tour of the historic Richmond Village and visited the Bonorong Wildlife Conservation Centre.  This was my favorite part of the trip.  It was so much better than a zoo.  They gave us feed for the kangaroos, and the guide was able to tell us all about the wombats, devils and koalas.  Pixie, the wombat, was just the cutest thing ever.  She was rescued from the side of the road.  Apparently mom was killed, and Pixie was in her pouch.  There are a number of animals with pouches here, and the reserve sees many cases like hers.  Pixie was very friendly and well adapted to visitors, and she kept rolling over for the keeper to pet her belly.  It was just the same way my dog rolls over for a belly rub.  I got a good laugh out of it.  I'm sure wild ones aren't quite as cute.

Then, we got to see the devils up close and personal, no petting these guys though.  It was rather impressive to see how well they could attack their food with a scraping motion of their front claws to rip the food apart.  I don't think I'd want to run up against one of these without some serious protection.  (There's video posted at end of blog.)  There is also a "Save the Devils" campaign going on right now as many of the wild devils are contracting a type of mouth cancer, and many have died.  This cancer is contagious, and no cure has been found yet.  Quite a sad story really.

Our second stop was Richmond, which is part of the historic convict trail.  Australia was a place where the Brits sent their convicts, and over time, Oz exiled their convicts to Tasmania.  (Must be something about those island places...  no way they are escaping with killer sharks in the water.)  It's interesting hearing about the oldest of this and the best of that.  The Richmond Bridge is the oldest bridge in Australia, constructed in 1823, and the St. John's Church is the oldest Catholic Church.  I would have thought Sydney would have the oldest of both considering the first settlers landed there, but these bridges and churches have since been destroyed or burned down over the years.  And Tassie is more than happy to claim the title.

Before I left Hobart, I had to make a trip out to the Cadbury Chocolate Factory.  Unfortunately, they aren't conducting tours anymore, but there were plenty of samples and tasty treats to buy.  (Em, you would have loved it!!  I wanted to send some, but they have signs everywhere saying that it will melt if you try to send it internationally.  Way to rain on my parade, huh?)

Another interesting place I saw was a tour of Hobart's rivulet tour.  These waterways were originally used as Hobart's drinking water supply but over time became more of a storm water drain as well as other things.  It looked cool in the brochure, but I don't think I quite new what I was getting myself into.  I had this image in my head of a small boat ride through Hobart's underground tunnels, only to find out that the tour guide had hard hats, neon safety jackets and industrial-sized flashlights for us to walk through the old sewer lanes!  I was quickly thinking let's forfeit the money and get the hell outta here, but I stuck with it for just a bit and realized it actually was pretty cool.  There wasn't any stinky smell, and they really are more storm drains now.  The city council commissions the local kids to graffiti the walls to dress it up.

After the tour, it was time for a drink, and we stumbled upon this garage/bar that had a lot of US road and car memorabilia and parts.  It was a cool place for us to meet up with a couple friends that were traveling through as well before heading over to the Taste festival again.  All in all, it was a great place to spend a week.  (Link to PicasaWeb)

Tasmania - It's a real place! (Part 1)

Tasmania is more than just the Tasmanian Devil, and let me tell you that the real Tasmanian Devil looks nothing like the one in the Bugs Bunny cartoon.  Tasmania, or Tassie as Australians refer to it, is an island state off the south east coast of Australia, a long ferry ride away from Melbourne or 2hr flight from Sydney.  We arrived on Christmas day in Launceston (pronounced - lawn-sess-ton) at the top of Tasmania and stayed two days before making our way to the capitol of Hobart, in the southern end, for the remaing 4 days of the trip.

Launceston is a fairly small town, and I wasn't prepared for how small the airport was.  As we descended towards a runway, all I could see were open fields of cows and sheep enjoying their Christmas lunch of local grasses.  They scattered out of the way as we lowered to the ground, and I really thought we might land in a paddock.  There was in fact a paved runway though, but the baggage claim was just a garage with a luggage cart that rolled up for us to find our bags.  Considering the holiday, I knew nothing would be open except our hotel.  However, the restaurant there was closed as well.  We arrived right about lunch time and were thinking that Christmas dinner would be snacks from 7-11, but we ran across a Thai restaurant that was serving.  There were maybe 4 other tables occupied and the classic Christmas carols playing... A little Perry Como and Andy Williams instantly make you feel right at home.  The food was really good too.

With a filled stomach, we decided to wander around the town a bit.  Our hotel was a short walk away from Cataract Gorge.  As I understand it, a cataract is a series of waterways flowing down.  Anyway, there is an easy pathway that winds along the South Esk River up to the First Basin, which is a large pooling of calm water.  It was quite nice actually.  There were peacocks roaming the grounds, and a chair lift gives you a ride to the other side of the river.  It seemed like the perfect place for a lazy, summer (Christmas) day swim.  Once on the other side, we took the more difficult walk back to town, and I must say that I am not in the shape to do it.  It's called the Zig Zag Track, and it just keeps going up!  The cool thing is that we saw a wallaby on the way.  I never get tired of seeing Aussie wildlife in a natural environment.  It's always a reminder that I really live here...

After our hike, we decided it was time to scout out where dinner was coming from, and crazily enough we found a decent steakhouse that is open 365 days a year.  They do allow a surcharge on holidays though.  We made a booking, and luckily so, because the place was packed.  There were either more travelers than I thought, or no one wanted to cook a Christmas dinner.  Christmas meals consist of a lot of seafood, especially since it's summer.  There were a number of news segments about the rush on the fish markets... Time for shrimp on the barbie, except they are actually prawns here.

The next day, we walked around town hoping something was open since it was Boxing Day.  People were certainly out, but only the major department stores were open.  And the two they have were completely flooded with crowds.  (I included a link for Boxing Day considering I'm still not quite sure what the holiday is for other than having the day after Christmas off of work.)  After breaky and wandering around the shopping area, we decided to take a river cruise up the Tamar River towards the Bass Strait.  It was a nice way to spend the afternoon, a couple hours on the water with afternoon tea and a guide covering the history of the area.  It's all about the tea really.  Brits and Aussies love their tea!

The next day, we took the Tassie Link bus from Launceston to Hobart.  I would have to say that 2 days in Launceston was enough.  It sounded like there were more touristy things to do in the outlying towns, but I saw what I wanted to see.  The bus ride was fairly uneventful.  The bus drove us down the main highway, not along the coast.  And the eastern shore, where we were, is much drier landscape.  Supposedly, the western shore is the more lush side of the island, much wetter climate.  (Link to PicasaWeb)

A Little Random...

As you've well seen so far, I tend to take a lot of scenery pictures, and I've pulled together some random pictures I've taken along the way to share with you.  These were taken with my cell phone.  So, some of them are a bit grainy.  (Link to Picasaweb)

Shelly Beach, NSW

Here are few pics from a recent to Shelly Beach.  This beach is much more rocky than the other beaches I've seen here.  Plus, the flies are ruthless.  Apparently, this is an Oz thing.  Flies during the summer tend to be huge pests.  At one point, I counted about 30 or so that were hitching a ride on the back of Travis's t-shirt.  Crazy!!  (Link to Picasaweb)

Berry & Kiama, NSW

Happy New Year, everybody!  I am finally getting some time to write again.  It's been hard finding time online.

To catch you up a bit, I took Travis to the South Coast for his birthday back in November.  We stayed in the quaint town of Berry that basically has one main street with good shops and some nice restaurants.  We spent a Saturday on the wine tour bus.  The bus picks you up at the motel and takes you to 4 of the wineries around the area.  We got very lucky because it was supposed to rain the whole weekend, but it turned out to be a beautiful day for our tour. (Link to PicasaWeb)

Anyway, we joined a group of girls that were having a weekend away to catch up with their friends, and they ended up being a lot of fun.  At first, I wasn't quite sure if we were crashing the party because they were all in their pajamas.  They urged us to go change into pj's in order to join in, but we declined.  In the end, they were definitely a fun crowd and great gals to go wine touring with.

The next day, we drove towards Kiama to see the famous Blowhole, which turned out not to be as impressive as I'd heard it is.  The weather wasn't cooperating to create enough pressure. At least I saw it.  The better part was seeing the Minnamurra Rainforest.  We saw a wallaby (smaller version of the kangaroo) in the woods!  (Link to Kiama/Minamurra website)

Mozzies Attack!

Mozzy is another Aussie abbreviation for mosquito, and let me just say that these suckers are vicious here!  Of course, I am pretty sensitive to most insect bites, but these mossies leave gigantic welts on my when they bite with a sting that lasts for some days.  Nothing cortaid won't fix over time, but the mark it leaves lasts for months.  

So, I laid down last night to fall into that exhausted sleep after a long week of hard work, and I woke up this morning to a burning and itchy face.  In the haze of waking up, I thought, "This isn't right.  Why is my face on fire?"  As I stumbled into the bathroom to look in the mirror, I got a shocking surprise of 6 bites on my FACE!!!  The bastard bit my right ear then twice on my right cheek.  He thought my chin was tasty as well as my upper lip, and he left his final mark in an inch-wide bite on my left cheek!  Now, any mosquito bite is hard not to scratch, but imagine 6 on your face.  Ohhhhh the agony!

And just to be a royal pain in my bum, he decided to bite me once more, as I sat down to write this blog, on the barely visible part of my backside where the edge of your shirt meets the top of your pjs!  This guy has some serious nerve!  I immediately flipped on the light and went on a rampage of scouring the room trying to kill him, but he managed to evade me 2 times.  The final time was fatal as he hovered across my computer screen.  So long sucker!

Now that the menace is out of the picture, it's time for me to try for a little more sleep.  It's only 6:15am on Saturday morning here, and I need more beauty sleep.  Truly, I do now that I have these welts on my face.  

Yawn, yawn...  Good night for now, and TGIF to the States!