My plane landed in Hobart airport at 8:40am.
I was here!
I was finally in the lesser known, even less travelled Australian island state of Tasmania. And although I was in Tasmania (affectionately known as Tassie) to do farm work, (second year visa crap) I had hoped to travel a little around the island during my short 3 month stay. But I was on my way to the farm the next morning, so I had 24 hours to check out Hobart and what it had to offer me. 24 hours in the most beautiful, friendly, historic Australian city is by far not enough time, but I made due.