Travel Log: Haunting Hobart Day 3

Today we experienced the joys of Hop-On-Hop-Off. To be honest, I love them. It’s a way of experiencing a city without the trouble of trying to navigate your way around.

At 10am, we were down at the first stop, ready to meet the double decker bus that would take us around the city.

From the top deck, we saw Battery Point, St George’s Church and Princes Park as well as some enchanting historic architecture before finally disembarking at the stop for Female Factory in the Cascades region of Hobart.

This place affected me more than I thought it would. For those of you who don’t know, Female Factory is kind of like the female equivalent of Port Arthur.
Female convicts sent to the Female Factory were made to work to carry out their sentence — this mostly comprised of laundry.
I found the place eerie and depressing though thoroughly interesting.

Once we were finished there, we headed up the hill to the Cascade Brewery where we had a Cascade beer (meaning my friend had the majority of a beer and I had two mouthfuls which made my face involuntarily distort).

Thoroughly amused by my utter dislike of the taste of alcohol, we got back on the bus and headed to The Royal Tasmanian Botanic Gardens.

Here we saw a baby Huon Pine tree – native to Tasmania and takes 1000 years to become a mature adult! It took us a good 20 minutes to find the tree – lucky I like a good puzzle.

The Botanic Gardens here is also the home of a subantartic garden which is basically a building which contains Antarctic plants and simulates the Antarctic climate – super cool in both senses of the word!

We ended our visit to the gardens with a Tasmanian blend pot of tea and a slice of red velvet cake in the cafe.

A day of beauty in many forms! #cascade #tea #cake #botanicgardens

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The rest of the afternoon comprised of visiting one of Hobart’s famous bakeries and drooling over the many desserts on display in the cabinets, briefly visiting the museum and art gallery before it promptly closed 15 minutes later, and visiting a bookstore (more drooling ensued on my part).

Lesson learned today: hills are not my friends…

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