Hobart, Tasmania
Day 43 at Sea; February 18, 2011
Used to be that whenever I thought of Tasmania, I’d think of that wild nasty Tasmanian Devil from the old Bugs Bunny cartoons. No more. Now I think of Hobart and the beautiful harbor and St. David’s Park, and the amazing old buildings built by the original settlers—prisoners for the most part.
Today it is a lovely city and I will think of the yarn stores and the luscious Australian woolens and yarns. My friend Pat nearly bought out the store. She bought some of that wonderful yarn to spin and more yarn to make up sweaters and such.
I will think of the fascinating and adorable photo of a baby Tasmanian Devil sleeping in the palm of its caregiver’s hand. Sadly, they are endangered as a disease has spread through their population and killed so many. I will try not to think of them as nasty little creatures that can rip your face off—unless that is I come face to face with one in the wild. J
We left Hobart last night at midnight. Unfortunately, I missed the sailing as I was sound asleep. Next stop Port Arthur.
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