Going into it, I had such misconceptions about Hobart. I think Tasmania, I think “Final Frontier,” I think rustic and sporadically barren and not at all the cosmopolitan city I found in Hobart, the island state’s capital.
I was hardly anticipating such a thriving downtown and for there to be so many people residing there (around 220,000). The mainlanders had given us such an inaccurate impression of this charming town, that I half expected flocks of sheep and kangaroo to roam free; instead, I found a sprawling city sans skyscrapers with a burgeoning foodie scene and plenty of places to head out after hours.
This town also knows how to get me into a bar (as if that’s hard) by the branding alone. With names like Drunken Admiral and Hog’s Breath, how can you not want to go in, kick up your feet and have a brew? (And yes, I’m totally that girl who buys her wine by the label and packaging. Marketing people, you’ve got me.)
The funniest thing I found about this waterfront oasis is that they’re darn proud of the “Third Most Photographed City” in the world moniker, bestowed upon them by Lonely Planet. I can see boasting about first, maybe, or even second, but third? A bit of a stretch, don’t you think? It’s like saying “I’m the best! But actually…two other towns are better than me. Oops.”
That’s OK, Hobart, I still think you’re cute and perfectly delightful nonetheless.
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