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Three days is the perfect amount of time to spend in Hobart, Tasmania. That is, unless it rains on the third day and cancels your planned activities and also your flight. Then you’re sort of stuck on an island with not that much to do, but I’m back in Sydney now so this story has a happy ending.

I said goodbye to my mom and Mike in the morning. They were departing in their rental car for a few days of golf in another part of Tassie. I was supposed to hitch a ride to the top of that mountain up there and spend some time at the summit exploring the hiking trails and gullies. Unfortunately on that day the cloud cover was too dense and there were thunderstorms in the forecast, so the tour company had to cancel the trip.

I went back to the bagel place, obviously, because decent Australian bagels are not something you find every day. And bagels with vegan jalapeno cheddar cream cheese and pickles on them are a delicious novelty.

I also took an excellent yoga class where the teacher/studio owner is from Texas and did her first yoga teacher training at the same studio where I did mine. Wild stuff!

The tour guide felt bad that the Mt. Wellington tour was canceled and that I would have a free afternoon, so he offered for me to join another trip to the nearby historic town of Richmond. It’s home of Australia’s oldest bridge and Catholic church, and I didn’t have anything else to do, so I agreed to go.

Richmond was a cute little town and, though it was a sleepy afternoon visit, I was happy to have somewhere to pass the time until my flight… or so I thought!

When I got back into town, I retrieved my bags from the hostel and grabbed a quick bite to eat before heading to the airport. BUT right after I ordered my food, I saw an email that my flight had been canceled. Totally canceled. Bummer. I was eating a super early dinner for nothing.

*Side note: this was my first time staying in a hostel at the ripe age of “over 30”. It was ok! I think I’m outgrowing the bunk beds and staying in a room with five other strangers. However, I’m still here for the affordable prices and you do find people of all ages staying at them. This one was a nice experience.

I booked a flight for early the next morning and had to search for a new place to stay, since my hostel was already full for the night. No matter, it was easy to find a solo room in a guesthouse—woo hoo, free from dorm life! Now I’m “home” and happy to have known another part of this beautiful country.