Hobart

We finally made it around Tasmania to the capital of Tasmania – Hobart – and our cruise resumed being awesome.  Hobart itself isn’t very large, but I had been waiting until this specific stop for my treat.  I specifically booked the “chocoholic walking tour” in Melbourne so that I could spring my own surprise in Hobart – a tour through the Cascade brewery. 

I know what you’re thinking.  “Jeez, this guy dragged his pregnant wife on foot through a brewery on their vacation?” Yes, yes I did, and stop judging, this was my vacation too.

Anyway, the Cascade brewery is the oldest brewery in Australia, and the beer they make there was pretty dang good too.  They had a “First Harvest” brew that was only available in Tasmania, and it was phenomenal, if not a little hoppy.  Jenny stuck to the apple cider, I took all of her free tastings, and the result was a very happy, and slightly tipsy (OK, a bit more then slightly) Trevor.  Then to cap it off, we decided to walk back to the ship from the brewery, which to buzzed Trevor sounded like a great idea, but to a pregnant Jenny was a BAD idea.  Three miles later, Jenny pointed at the blisters on her feet and said, “I just want you to remember, when I complain later, it’s your fault.”

Maybe she shouldn’t have rubbed it in when she beat me at chess.

 You only wish you could look this awesome in a neon yellow safety vest.

Mmmm, beer.

I’ll have one of each, thank you very much.