Tasmanian Tales Part II (+ vlog)

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12.08.2017

“For fast-acting relief, try slowing down.” — Lily Tomlin

… and maybe swing on a swing while You’re at it. :’)

— DAY TWO —

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Rainbow count: 3

This was becoming unreal. The rainbows were unbelievably aplenty at this time of year. :’)

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Today slowed down considerably. The morning began with Sarah and I warming our cold hands by the fireplace as we munched down on our breakfasts. Recognise the pistachio-cranberry energy slice I mentioned from Day 1? Breakfast was delicious and quite literally life-giving after a night of a fallen off duvet and subsequent hours of shivering.

We had plans to head down to the Salamanca Market today. It is an outdoor market which is held every Saturday along the streets lining the edges of the wharf, so we took the same path down Liverpool Street and Murray Street as we did the day before. This time, though, without the rush of yesterday and with the need for refuge from the downpour of today, we stepped into shops along the way which had caught our eyes previously. One, which had the cheekiest cards…

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and another, a classy as heck bookshop, which sold the most fragrant tea and the most spell-binding collection of books (I know! The superlatives! Ha but it’s true!): (How I wish I hadn’t been as enthralled as I was, and that I had paid more attention to the name of this bookstore! If one were to walk along Murray Street towards the wharf, and be extra observant of the streets which branched out to the right, one would definitely spot the bookstore!)

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And finally, we arrived at the Salamanca Market, which still held in its presence the fresh, dewy remains of the rain that had just passed.

Comparing the scene to that which we saw from the day before, we recognised how much the market brought Hobart’s waterfront alive with the colours, sounds, and smells of Tasmania.

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“With the historic Georgian sandstone buildings of Salamanca Place as its backdrop and yachts and fishing boats moored nearby, this picturesque market is a favourite for locals and visitors alike.”

There were roughly 300 stallholders which sold original, handmade Tasmanian pieces such as woodwork, jewellery (the source of the sodalite charm I wear around my neck), gemstones (yes! where I got my Tasmanian green serpentine), clothing, glassware, and ceramics. Of course, there was food too. Hands down, a favourite of mine were the interestingly spiced nuts (e.g. mango-chilli, salted caramel, cayenne pepper-soy sauce, etc.) — the only pity being that they were slightly pricey and I couldn’t justify buying them then.

Oh! We met Jamie Maslin, the author of The Long Hitch Home!

Tasmania to London. One end of the globe to the other. 800 hitch-hiking rides*. 18 thousand miles. Four seasons. Three continents. 19 countries. How many rides does it take to hitch from Tasmania to London? Rogue wanderer Jamie Maslin decides to find out, propelling him into a high stakes adventure of a lifetime that sees him tackle searing desert, freezing mountains, tropical jungle and barren steppes on little more than a thumb and a prayer. The Long Hitch Home is a dynamic mix of heart-thumping adventure and well-researched social, cultural, and historical commentary on the score of countries Maslin encountered during his arduous, and at times life threatening, journey home. Whether writing about exotic backstreets of cities few of us will get to see, or unique wonders far off the beaten track, Jamie Maslin gives a thrilling and often hilarious account of what it is like to hit the road and live with intensity and rapture.

*The hitch-hiking rides included riding cargo ships across oceans. How bad-ass is that?! Amazing!

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Surrounding the market were historic sandstone warehouses home to Hobart’s cultural hub — galleries, cafes, craft shops, bookshops (aplenty!), and restaurants and bars. Sarah and I spent some time perusing some of the shops here before we sought some lunch and repose in a nearby pizza parlour, where we spoke about life and death, the difference between one’s biological and conscious self, and friendships as simply as it is. It was lovely being able to dig a little deeper than the superficial, but lovelier knowing I have someone in my life who I can trustingly speak about these topics with. I appreciate our friendship so much, Sarah. You are someone very special!

Soon after, we ascended the Kelly Steps up to the beautiful neighbourhood of Battery Point. It was quiet there, and that confused me so, because prior readings left me with the impression that Battery Point was another activity hub where residents gathered and celebrated life. Quiet wasn’t bad, though. Quiet proved to be peaceful and comforting… very fitting for the end of our day.

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We put away our maps for a little bit, and let our feet lead us to where we felt most drawn towards. This whimsical adventure ended beautifully for we wound up in a little hidden away neighbourhood, into which the sun still found its way. There was a roundabout driveway, not more than four houses, plants as green as the lushest gardens, and a swing set in the middle of it all that beckoned us both towards it. Oh the fun we had. :’)

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“Wheresoever you go, go with all your heart.” – Confucious

 

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