Tassie vista

Strikes me that when you have a state or territory that's a big island and has lots of mountains, trees, sky and water, then you tend to come across a lot of fabulous panoramic views - which tend to include things like mountains, tree, sky and water. Pretty much like the one in today's photo.
The main trip today was from Bicheno on the east coast down south to the capital of Tasmania, Hobart.
As well as the great panoramas, what you also get on an island state is short travelling distances and times - relative to the monstrously long ones you can face on the mainland. Eg, if you'd like to drive from Adelaide on the mid-south coast to Brisbane on the mid-east coast - a regular enough trip for plenty of folks - then that will be over 2000 kilometres, thank you.
So once we'd reached Hobart, we had plenty of time to orient ourselves in the big city (pop. 200,000 souls), and navigate our way to a fresh-cooked seafood lunch on the harbour in the middle of the city.
Don't think there are a lot of cities with a working harbour, right in the middle of the city, full of docked fishing boats - mainly Southern Rock Lobster plus prawns (or shrimps, for our Northern American friends), scallops, oysters, etc. - but Hobart is certainly one of them. 
The agreed post-lunch activity was driving up to the top of Mt Wellington (some 20-odd kms from the city centre) to take in the panoramic views. Once you wend your way along the skinny winding road through the outer suburbs right up to the top lookout, you find yourself very high up (well above the snow line), yet still very close to the city as the crow flies (see Extras photo).
Up next is settling in to the Airbnb, which happens to be just up the road from the harbour from where we started out from for our little side trip.
All good then, everything appears to be in order, more or less, although a few mental notes on shortcomings in the facilities have already been made, ready to be included in the Airbnb online feedback.
Now it's time to pre-plan tonight's meal out in Salamanca Place, just down the road, or perhaps a reprise meal in the Constitution Dock area, a little further on. So many choices, so little time.
But whatever restaurant and cuisine is finally agreed upon, the only deal-breaker factor that definitely needs to be worked around is that it's not bloody seafood again.
No surprise that we ended up at a much recommended, and, as it turned out, very good Indian restaurant. 
Holidays can be a lot of fun, especially if you can genuinely convince yourself that you're (however temporarily) thin, and rich.