Hump Wellington

It was cloudy when David and I first arrived in Hobart, but folks kept enthusiastically telling us about Mount Wellington, assuming that we’d be awed by its presence looming over the city once the skies cleared.  On the first blue day we spotted a rocky outcrop in the distance and agreed that it simply couldn’t be MOUNT Wellington, but a passerby set us straight – that was, indeed, the pride of Hobart.  We tried to subdue our laughter until she was out of earshot.  Here it is (from Wikipedia) in all of its…er…glory:

Granted, it felt a little more mountainous when we were climbing up it last weekend.  Somewhere close to here I vowed never to denigrate it with the name HUMP Wellington again:

I guess I had my fingers crossed behind my back, since I have continued to call it Hump Wellington ever since.  It did, however, offer up our first (of four so far) echidna sighting.  This is all that was left by the time David grabbed his camera:

You Shall Not Pass

Tasmania, formerly known as Van Dieman’s Land, started its modern history as a British penal colony.  Some of the very worst offenders were sent to Port Arthur on the Tasman Peninsula, which is attached to the rest of the island by a very narrow strip of land called Eaglehawk neck.  During the penal heyday (1830-1860) this strip of land was guarded by fences, soldiers and vicious dogs, tied just out of reach of one another.  We drove down the peninsula yesterday to take a look around, but didn’t visit Port Arthur itself, since admission is relatively expensive – we’ll save it as something to do when the parents come to visit.  We did, however, stop at Eaglehawk Neck where I got these interesting pictures.

Deck the Halls…

…with rugs of horror. While in Tasmania I am working at the Menzies Research Institute. Until this week everyone associated with the MRI was distributed amongst several different centers around Hobart, but the institute has now started to amalgamate in a large, new, and not-quite-complete building. Our group, one of the first to move, arrived on Wednesday. Most of my co-workers had been in the building once or twice before, and everyone warned me (the newbie) about this:

The camera in my iPhone doesn’t do it justice. The walls are a dayglo chartreuse and the carpets look like a multicoloured ECG gone haywire. Furthermore, every group of desks has a cluster of cables that disappears into the ceilings. Resistance is futile.

My desk is perfectly grey and functional, and slightly curious because it shares a wall with the uber secure cancer registry. Therefore I can make faces at the girl who sits across from me (and vice versa) but we cannot have an actual conversation. Rather like being in a fish bowl, I imagine. Note the space-ship-like windows. The whole operation looks like a Borg ship from the outside as well.