Freshly picked, and literally sweat and bled for.
A few of us spent the weekend at Hobart three weeks back. Originally intended for Shaun's graduation, our (sincere) plans were immediately thwarted as soon as we purchased our air tickets, as Shaun's ceremony date was suddenly changed to the day before we arrived. With no other purpose left to serve, we (relunctantly) decided to just spend the weekend relaxing and touring the small, beautiful island of Tasmania instead.
On the first evening itself, we ferried our way across to Bruny Island where the air was fresher than the already fresh Hobart and civilization was scarcer than the already scarce Hobart. Here, armed with a chisel and hammer, we picked fresh oysters off the edge of the sea.
Hui Li fell into an unfortunate accident when an octopus about the size of a basketball (in camouflage mode) caught her by surprise, swept across her feet and caused her to slip and fall. She caught a nasty cut on the sole of her left foot as a result, and the rest of the night was spent in the Royal Hobart Hospital.
As unfortunate as it was, it gave us a break all Sunday the next day as we stayed in and I nursed her needs. I managed to take a short walk down the neighbouring streets where Shaun lives and I see the appeal that is Hobart.
It quite simply is beautiful.
Serene, old, quiet, friendly. And beautiful.
It was a short (and in some ways long) weekend and was definitely not enough.
It would be good to head back down there some time again when the weather gets better.
Till then.
