Eventually we surfaced and made our way to Salamance markets, which we’d heard all about. Salamanca markets are a real institution in Hobart – every Saturday they shut off a couple of streets and fill them with stalls. It was certainly crowded – not even elbow room. The day was generally nice – occasional clouds, but fairly windy.
The stalls have a reasonable amount of variety, though there is a strong Tasmanian flavor, which we appreciated. What was good about It was that it just kept going and going and going and going….
More yummy lollies, btw. Our favourite is the sour apple licorice. I suspect we shall have to find a Victorian supplier.
We finally finished at the market at 3pm, and needed lunch desperately. Not knowing Hobart, we figured that we should just head down to the seaside, and we’d soon find some suitable café. Well, no. Eventually we did find a bakery, and sat on a cold and breezy Sandy Bad shore eating a small lunch.
After the disappointment of the Kayaking on Bruny Island, we’d booked an evening paddle for Melyssa and I, around the docks in Hobart, and finished by a sea-borne fish and chips. I was really looking forward to it, but just as we got back to our cabin and were packing to get ready, the kayaking folks rang us up and told us they’d had to cancel due to the wind (and fair enough, it really was).
Sigh…. We think that Tasmania is misnamed. It should really be called Kayakmania – there’s kayaks everywhere. Maybe 1 in 20 vehicles have them, many more than surfboards.
We took it easy for the rest of the day.
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