The Travel Tales of Julia Sheldon

August 24: Hobart Woke up early, did some quick online work, and my parents arrived at my house so we could catch an Uber to the airport. Dad and Jenny (stepmom) arrived in Australia July 4, and stayed until September 4. It was their first time in an Uber, and Dad was so cute: he tried to pay the driver with cash. Oh, Dad. ha It's an 80 minute flight from Melbourne to Hobart, on the southern tip of Tasmania. We grabbed the rental car and found our great AirBnB. The view was excellent! Once we were situated, we decided to go for a wander through the downtown core to Battery Point, the oldest suburb aka neighbourhood in Hobart. It was super cute, and adorable, and the iron lace was impressive - though, of course, I forgot to take a picture of that.  Hilarious decorative cabbage!  St David's Anglican stained glass  St David's Anglican Cathedral museum Being with my 72 year old folks meant that we were home by dusk, after grocery shop...

May 4: It's pronounced 'Ho Chee Ming'. Took a taxi to the airport (rip off in terms of price), and then my flight was delayed by an hour. Womp womp. ANDY ARRIVED IN SOUTHEAST ASIA!!!!!! I AM SO HAPPY. Our flights landed at the same time, so we met up and took a taxi back to our guesthouse. It took a bit of a hunt to find where we were staying; not because of lack of landmarks, but because of the sheer number of possible alleyways and an unclear understanding of how street addresses work in this city. Thanks to some VERY helpful English-speaking locals, we were able to figure it out. A necessary shower and chicken pho were had, and then bed by 930. I forced Andy to stay awake so that he could begin to get used to the time difference here. We shall see how long it takes for him to get on track. May 5: Sleep in! That means we left the guesthouse at 9 ha. It really is difficult to sleep in here; there is simply too much noise and light. Plus, it clearly gets BOILING HO...