Showing posts with label Tasmania. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Tasmania. Show all posts

Tuesday, 2 August 2016

The things you see ….

First posted on March 11, 2013

It’s not an optical illusion. The windows of this synagogue are narrower at the top than the bottom.
Hobart Synagogue
Yes – it’s real – a full-size Kombi van on top of the shop awning
A fair dinkum VeeDub Kombi
Country comes to city – not that it’s very far in Tasmania
Water tank on ute - my eyes boggled!
Wonderful views from my hotel – some neck-craning necessary!
St Joseph’s Church and my red brick hotel. 
My room, top right – pick of the bunch
Saturday sailing – looking across the treetops of St David’s Park
                River and Tasman Bridge in the distance
The T & G Building
Down at street level ....
The T & G Building again
And so to home ….

THANK YOU to the hard-working aliaVIC Library Technicians Committee for yet another superb piece of organising. A fabulous weekend away! 

Now ... time to prepare for Cairns in May  :-) 

Art – here and there

First posted on March 11, 2013

At Salamanca Market …. you’re kidding me, right?!
People must by this junk .... but why???
About town …..
Birds in trees
Stranded on land
Industry as art
Back to the waterfront .......
Antarctic explorer
Not exactly art but …. better than Australia usually comes up with for monuments
         Abel Tasman monument, Salamanca Place

The rest of Hobart ….?

First posted on March 10, 2013

The Antarctic supply ship Aurora Australis was berthed at the main dock, getting ready for another journey south. I have memories of the Antarctic “Dan” ships being berthed in Melbourne back when I was young, seeing them from the train as it approached Flinders Street from Spencer Street. That area is so built up now, no docks, that I almost wonder if I imagined it. I don’t think so. It was a happy coincidence then to see a painting of the Nella Dan when I visited the Maritime Museum.
Nella Dan
This is a small, friendly, beautifully-kept gallery, well worth the short time it takes to visit. I bought my only souvenir here – a nautical design tea towel! It appealed to me but it’s strong blue background doesn’t go so well in what I think of as my green kitchen. It isn’t really green, just that there’s more green than blue stuff in it. Weird!
There was another boat of note that had just arrived in town, the trimaran Kermandie. It had been attempting to break sailing records from Sydney to Hobart but missed by a few hours I believe. A pretty impressive sight all the same.
"Kermandie"
Packing up after sailing from Sydney
A trip to Hobart isn’t complete without a visit to the Saturday market at Salamanca Place. It’s definitely expanded since my last visit there. I looked only so closely at everything though because I didn’t want to spend lots of money – it would be oh so easy. I restricted myself to a red bead necklace …. and the aforementioned Eccles cakes!
            Half of Salamanca market – the rest is 
   hidden by the trees, to the right and up the hill a bit
At the market there's junk and jewellery, cakes, handicrafts, clothing, you name it and ....
... gorgeous fresh produce
Walking back and forth to the waterfront, several times I passed through St David’s Park, formerly a cemetery, with some headstones and monuments still in place
St David's Park
… and Parliament Square, the gardens/lawns in front of Parliament House. At the latter on Saturday afternoon were two sights of interest. Some lovely old MGs
I 'love' old cars!
… and a group of Hare Krishnas were doing their thing with a few tourists (surely not) or locals (surely not) joining in. I have to confess, grown men skipping around in a circle puzzle me. Perhaps it’s the money! Later I saw the leader driving away in a BIG Merc!!
Unfortunately, the art gallery was closed for renovations, due to re-open a month later. No doubt MONA has caused them to re-think their whole operation even though there is room enough for both organisations to co-exist happily.
One aspect of Hobart reminded me of my recent ‘long way round’ trip to Canberra. Basically it’s a country town, albeit larger than all those on my route to Canberra and with all modern services in situ. But it’s low rise and retains so many beautiful old buildings, plus some interesting not-so-old ones too. It’s not that Melbournians don’t value their heritage, just that they can’t fight the clout of “developers” and their politician mates who are all for the fast buck. Hard to see any future heritage value in Melbourne’s glass and steel boxes – except as a warning, not to be repeated.

                Grain silos converted to apartments
                          Treasury Building
                        Random streetscape
                     Hobart city police building
The very narrow ... Kodak House
Cascade Brewery Office – the original?
Reminiscent of Aberdeen ...
I don't know if the building is faced with granite but it looks like it
The interior of St Joseph’s Church, across from my hotel
Looking suspiciously like a converted warehouse
           Hydro-Electricity Commission, circa 1940
Back to the waterfront ......
                            The fishing fleet

On the water 2

First posted on March 10, 2013

Cruising to MONA took us north for 30 minutes, under the Tasman Bridge, past working docks, the terraced seating at the finish line of the Hobart regatta and Government House.
                      Regatta finishing line. 
      Cenotaph and Mt Wellington in the background.
                          Government House
But that was quickly followed by the industrial areas of Hobart – a fuel storage depot (no refineries here), zinc smelter, catamaran builders.
                             Zinc smelter
  Catamaran building yard, with smelter in background
Interesting, but this isn’t the part of town where I’d want to be living and hardly an attractive view from the homes on the opposite bank of the river. This industrial/working class part of Hobart is where MONA owner David Walsh grew up and came back to in order to establish his museum/gallery. What he’s done for Tasmanian tourism is a one-man miracle. MONA itself looks wonderful as you approach it by water. You can drive there, of course, but I can’t imagine that approach being so arresting a sight.
Approaching MONA
Leaving MONA - close to sunset
The chug boat –  what a contrast! It stayed closer to the shoreline and because it was going slowly I got a longer, better view of things I, relatively speaking, whizzed by earlier.
                                           Tasman Bridge
 with the remains of the last pylon of its ill-fated predecessor in the foreground
                       Under the Tasman Bridge
The pleasure of the trip was sitting outside at the front of the boat chatting to a young marine scientist who’d been at a series of CSIRO meetings in Hobart. She was from Colorado. When I said I’d sort-of visited there and described my train trip through the canyons of the Colorado River while travelling on the Californian Zephyr she said to me: “I live in one of those canyons.” Wow!!
            Antarctic supply ship “Aurora Australis”
                                 (R) The “chug” boat 
 (L) “SSS Brigitte Bardot”, a small boat from the Sea Shepherd fleet

On the water 1

First posted on March 10, 2013
I didn’t have to go out of my way to spend a bit of time on the water in Hobart. There was the trip to Peppermint Bay, what is basically a commuter run up to MONA and back, and an hour and a half (with the Sara Lee cheesecake morning tea!) slowly chugging not too far from Sullivans Cove: a loop to Sandy Bay, around and under the bridge, and back again. The last was in lieu of my planned little jaunt up to the top of Mt Wellington. When I woke up on the Monday morning the mountain (more of a hill!) had disappeared. It finally showed itself about midday when the cloud/fog lifted but by then it was too late if I was going to make it to the airport on time.
Heading south to Peppermint Bay was scenic without being spectacular.
Hobart, south of Wrest Point casino
A shot tower, of all things
For the cruise we settled on the mid-price tickets but the cheapest would have been fine. And, if like me you like being outside on deck, the cheapest seats don’t matter at all. Whatever price seats, everyone had the same meal. There was a commentary most of the way there. We stopped at a few spots for various explanations. One was the composition of the rock. Can’t remember it all, of course, but in places there is a base of Jurassic dolerite, supposedly occurring in only a few places but Google seems to think a few more than a few. This base was a light charcoal grey and the rocks above were your usual dusty fawn/grey shades coloured with various lichens – not the gorgeous iron red of the Kimberley.
Not as colourful as the Kimberley
At one point a camera was dropped into the water with video appearing on screens in the cabin. There were quite a few fish – of the ‘ordinary’ variety that untalented school children like me draw. Then we chanced upon quite a few very different fish whose name I can’t remember, but looking quite tropical in distinctly untropical waters! A rare sighting, we were told.
Fancy fish
The good life
As already noted, lunch at Peppermint Bay was superb. Afterwards we had about 20 minutes to “explore the town” - of note, the craft chop and the old fashioned lolly shop. No! The supposedly locally made craft had a horrible (and I mean that literally) resemblance to mass-produced Chinese junk. And the lolly shop – the local general store with some dusty jars of old-fashioned lollies were in the window. The short time would have been much better spent relaxing on the restaurant terrace, having an extra coffee or drink, soaking up the view, or strolling in the grounds and stumbling upon sculptures.
Peppermint Bay restaurant, including oh-so-pleasant terrace
                      Sleeping Buddha
                   Shell carved from tree stump

The return trip included a quick stop at Bruny Island to pick up some people who had been sightseeing there and then past some salmon farms.
Farming salmon
The trip was done at higher speed and into the wind. I loved it but did go down from the top deck, where I was alone – I thought I could well be blown overboard and no one would know. Someone had left a glass there on a ledge. As I went to pick it up the wind got it and smashed it to the ground. I’m sure the steward I reported it to thought I dropped it! So the bulk of the journey was spent standing at the front of the boat with a couple of other hardy women. Occasionally someone would come and join us but they soon disappeared again – until they all came out for photo ops once we reached the shelter of Sullivans Cove.
Tasman Bridge