Hello from Hobart


Last night I drank a cocktail from a salsa jar. Hobart tries to be hipster, but can’t quite get it right.
Have you ever been to Hobart airport on a Sunday night? A half-empty terminal, with only two flights left to depart, the bar is closed and the only available foods are overpriced chocolate bars or gift boxes of macadamia nuts from “Tasmania & Beyond”.

I’m writing this blog post on my phone, sitting near the window. To my left, passengers are departing a Jetstar plane, which I will soon be boarding. I’ve been in Hobart for less than 48 hours, but it’s already time to return home to the real world. I’ve got work in the morning, and music trivia tomorrow night. I’ve also got an episode of Masterchef to catch up on.

I’ll be back in Tassie later in the week, so this isn’t quite goodbye but EVERY TIME I TRY TO FINISH THIS GODDAMN POST, THE WORDPRESS APP EATS IT. DAMN IT, WORDPRESS FOR IOS, WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO MUCH?! I give up…

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