Tasmania Day 7

So at noon, my bus rived at Hobart and after a lot of being lost and asking a million questions to a million people, finally finding a German exchange student to be most helpful. I made it to the oval football field at UTas. As I approached, I heard my name being called... weird.... I don't know anyone here. I turned around to see Mullet Manor residents in Hobart from their gig the night before and in preparation for an action on Monday (Sunday night they set up a tree sit and stay there all night so when workers come in the morning to cut them down, they'll be there preventing it). We chatted briefly and then I found a spot to sit and watch Paul play in the footie game : engineers vs. law students.

Apparently Eng won, but I was far to confused and delved in conversation with a girl on the frisbee team standing by me. I heard American words escape her mouth and struck up conversation. Colorado made and studying at UTas for the semester, we chatted about travel and whatnot. After, I went to the uni book store and purchased an extremely overpriced soft hoodie that says UTas (it's UPenn colors, so multipurpose, etc....).

Then, we went back to 'home,' which my god, was nice to step into again. It felt like a proper home base and made my trip really come full circle. Paul and I snacked on tea and biscuits, including a mince fruit pie (new for me (pretty average, ha)) while chatting about the week past.

At 5 we left to go to the bubble tea place for tea, dinner and the hope to see Anthony who owns it [met him last week]. Apparently we missed him by 5 minutes, but a soy burger and lychee-yoghurt green bubble tea with tapioca pearls mostly made up for the loss, even if Paul was teasing me about  my pronunciation of Lychee (lie-chee vs. lee-chee).

We walked to uni where they were having a "barrel," which is some sort of beer/alcoholic party on campus. Twas fun and I hung out with a bunch of Paul's friends what I met the week before. Beers were $2.50, which was sweet.

Jesus, the other couch surfer staying at the Dickenson's, a 30 year old from Madrid had also arrived around he time of our arrival and we got to meet and hang out with him. I tried to practice Spanish with him, but rapidly realized that I'm pretty shit at it now.

I got much more filled explanations of cricket and rugby form Tim, and as far as I can tell, rugby is like football, but you throw it backwards. dumb.

We got home not too late and the whole family was up, so we got on and chatted (trying to hide my drunkenness). I slept well but was up at 7:10 to prepare for our trip to the Salamanca Market, which was a massive Saturday market in Hobart. It was awesome. I bought this ridiculously tacky black jumper with animals on it and "australia" printed all over.

I also got kangaroo buttons that were laser cut from tassie wood. There was so much fresh produce and great smells there. We wandered around Salamanca square after and listened to a band (10 year old bassists, 11 year old guitarist and vocals, and 12 year old drummer). They were really good. Bridget and I also went to a few shops, like a really funny pink faerie shop.

On our way back to the car we were passing the floating fish and chip shop, and I asked what "flake" was, to which I Bridget and Paul replied, "shark." Now, maybe I'm wrong, and shark is something everyone can get in the states, but to my knowledge, you can not, so i had to try it. Twas fried, in he expected fish and chips way, but I quite liked it. Not very fishy, though not too overly flavorful either.

Then it was off the the airport, and I left with "see you in America!"s.

New words:

• Bogan - white trash
• stubby holder - coozy