We had booked this fantastic place called the Finnview House up a hill in the suburb of Lindisfarne. It had mesmerising views of the river and the city centre. Despite being an outdoorsy person, in the cool climes of Hobart, I loved the evenings, sitting cosily inside the warmth of the house, sipping some Chardonnay and staring for hours at the sparkling dreamlike city lights across the river.
Hobart reminded me a lot of Wellington – the capital of faraway neighbour New Zealand - and which ranks very highly in my list of most beautiful cities. Both have a bit of European history and have sparkling waterfronts lined with old yet charming edifices. Then there are the waterside walkways, parks and cafes, the air is among the cleanest in the world (what with gusts of winds blowing from the Southern Ocean all the time, coupled with low industrialization). Both are culturally super-rich, with world famous museums. And finally, there is a sentinel that watches over both places. For Wellington, it is Mt. Victoria (famous for LOTR shootings) while for Hobart, it is the imposing Mt. Wellington.