Actually Jesus-Nut, neither god nor Jesus physically wrote the bible. Check your facts, son.

Don’t you love weekends? Strolling around the streets, watching child run around in a disorderly fashion,, wondering which one will fall in the fountain, signing a petition for Marriage Equality (not just for the straights, people - this is perhaps a topic for another blog since the hypocrisy of religion and government actually floors me sometimes), listening to a religious nut scream bloody murder about the goodness of Christ, the yadda yadda yadda, blah blah blah…

I’m positive that the gods looking down from whatever heaven holds them totally meant that you should shout, rant and rave at bemused pedestrians on a Saturday lunchtime in Canberra’s city centre when they asked you to spread their metaphorical love. (/end sarcasm)

Anyway! It’s been a week since my last blog. On Monday I arrived in Hobart, in the dark and cold so imagine my surprise on Tuesday when it was awesomely sunny but still cold. As is my new custom in new places, I rocked up to tourist information, parted with my cash and booked myself on two tours. Stupidly, if I’d bothered to research Tasmania even slightly before going there, I’d have realised that it’s a bit more exciting to venture out of the city on a tour or something. Depending on time and money, I might go back and see more of the wee island.

Actually, not that wee. Tasmania is bigger than England but has roughly 56.5 million people less than country which hosts the team that will get slaughtered by Germany today (I say this only as a person who is sick to the back teeth of hearing about 1966. Get over it.). The population of Tassie is roughly 500,000, according to Ken or Kim… I’m not entirely sure… our tour guide for the Cadbury’s Chocolate Factory trip. Yes, I went to a chocolate factory and did not have to be forcibly ejected (I’m as shocked as you are, believe me). So much free chocolate. And not-so-free chocolate. They don’t let visitors into the factory anymore - thank you, moronic tourists who wandered away from a tour group only to get run over by a fork lift - but really, I think this is to hide the oompa loompas.

The following day (Thursday, if my ever-failing memory serves me right), I went to a wildlife park and became acquainted with some of Australia’s natives (the animals, not the Aborigines. They don’t keep them in wildlife parks!): Mavis and Humphrey the wombats (so cute!), unnamed Tasmanian Devils who look a little vicious until you feed them (did you know that Devils can exert the second largest amount of power with their jaws out of all mammals? I forget the first. but it is quite something to watch them devour lunch, bones and all), Banjo the koala, a talking cockatoo (who gives presents of twigs to women, bless), freaking adorable wallabies and a mob of kangaroos.

On the way back to Hobart, we went to Richmond… it’s a nice place, picturesque bridge, old jail… I did a tour of the jail and I’m 87.9% certain that it’s haunted. Freaked myself out more than once!!

And now I’m in Canberra, the nation’s capital (not Sydney). Canberra is sprawling. It’s all very spaced out making it virtually impossible to walk from one landmark to the next without commandeering a bus. Or maybe a scooter. Hmm. Yesterday, freezing cold, of course, I took a tour and stopped off at Parliament House where a whole bunch of drama happened last week (new Prime Minister for Australia is a ginger woman from Wales) and the National Museum of Australia, which was very interesting but I didn’t see all of it due to time constraints.

Today, I’m chilling out at the hostel. Sleep was not forthcoming for me last night (woke up at 11:30, 1:30 and 3) so not in the mood for doing anything.

Back to Syd on Tuesday to figure out where I’m going and what I’m doing next!
Besos,
Kirsty xx