Cappy's Corner

As I continued to get my bearings trying to figure out north, south or whatever on the map a lady came up to me, looked me in the eye and gently took the map from my hand, situating it the way it should be, she points behind me and says the water is a good landmark. I must have really looked like a tourist and I guess she wanted to have a little fun. On my right side I heard laughter, not quiet laughter either, all I could do was laugh back. I guess it was pretty funny. We walked toward each other and made introductions, two ladies from S. Africa, named Debbie, (the wild one) and Carol (less wild). They also had a handful of brochures and a map. We started talking and realized we had the same thing in common, no tours available due to lack of tourist. The girls had a rent a car though. They asked if I might join them, I replied immediately with enthusiasm. We were going to tour the city together, our first tour by foot was the Historical Hobart Pub Tour along the wharf at Battery Park, that sounded like a winner to me. There were many beers to sample and the Irish influence predominate. I have heard that there is an Irish Pub in every city in the world. So far I have found that to be a true statement. The beer in Tasmania is all brewed right here on the island and boy do they take pride in their product. (After 30 days in Australia was finished I found the Tassie beer still the best.) We continued to walk around the city, we found the State House and fantastic memorials of the past inhabitants that were made into a wall. I can't explain it but it was a beautiful way to memorialize the people here.