Stewart had talked passionately about the Salamanca markets in Hobart every Saturday, talking about all the best produce from the island gathering in this famous market and how many tasters there would be, and so it was clear what we wanted to spend our Saturday doing! Saturday morning we headed off into Hobart for a day of eating! The market has been around since the 1970s where it started out as a small event with a couple of stalls, but that has since grown to a massive 300+ stalls and becoming one of Tasmania’s most beloved community events as well as one of the most visited attractions by tourists! The market was down by the harbour front, set among pretty old buildings and trees, looking out towards the boats on the water. We wanted to see it all, so we started at the top end and walked through every single stall in a thorough fashion. The markets were packed with people, but more importantly with lots and lots of stalls selling everything our hearts could desire. What I liked about the market was the standard and quality of everything that was being sold! It was only the best of Tasmania, the most beautiful craftsmanship of wood, glass and cloth, and the freshest, tastiest of food! Every seller talked about their products with such pride and passion and you could tell that the farmers and crafters of Tasmania were proud to be part of such a dedicated community. We all went a bit ballistic and bought a few too many items, some for memory, some that got eaten on the spot, like strawberries and cream, jaffa cake flavoured ice cream, apples, and cinnamon bun! The stuff I managed to take home with me included a pot of famous Tasmanian leatherwood honey, a small bottle of blackcurrent cassis (liquor) and a fig and blackcurrant jam for a cheese board (so that I could have an excuse to buy some cheese)!
Afterwards we decided to drive up to Mt. Wellington to get spectacular views of Hobart and beyond! At the top the landscape was rugged and bare with low lying mountainous shrub, and with addition of the wind and cold it felt very much like home in Norway! We admired the views and took lots of photos, but by then my body had had enough. A cold had been creeping on me these last couple of days, and that afternoon I couldn’t fight it any longer. I went back to the car and had a nap whilst Mari and Elisabeth did a little 15 minute walk to go look at some spectacular column formations in the rock. Back home I crawled straight into bed after some food with my newly purchased Lemsip, eucalyptus drops, and vitamin C boosting orange juice. The only upside to my illness was that we got “upgraded” to an actual bed in one of the bedrooms as a result (one of the French guys called Vincent kindly let us have his room) instead of having to sleep on the floor in the living room! During the evening I got company from Rebecca’s two dogs who cuddled me in bed, whilst the others in the house had a bit of a party.