Peanut butter of the sea

It sounded good when the chef called it like that. I like peanut butter and I love the sea. It can't be that bad. But actually it's still eggs of a star fish looking like snot. Why would anybody eat such a scandalously tasting thing? Because you're at the Mona Market and people do crazy stuff around here.

Welcome to MoMa, where coffee is called CoMa and God and his mistress have their own parking spots. Where chocolate records are being played and eaten, blue painted men are doing acrobatics and naked girls are hanging around like spiders in their red webbs. And best of all: it's normal here. Even I feel normal here! Home sweet home.

Pretty little thing

Hobart. What can I say about Hobart? The capital of Tasmania is a port town with expensive seafood and an ice skate rink in the middle of summer. But most of all, it's pretty. And I don't feel any love for pretty things. I have a long term romance with ugly stuff. Because too much ugliness is barely enough. And if you don't agree with that, you ain't half as hip as you think you are.

I like London, Berlin, Glasgow, Bangkok and oh how I love Brussels. The Belgian capital is about as beautiful as a lump of coal, but it's full of rock 'n roll. Not for the faint harted. Hobart has no edges, no garbage, no rats, no dark alleys, no grey industrial areas, no clandestine whisky drinking. It's just another town sitting there, being lovely. While Brussels is swearing like a trooper, Hobart is a true lady. And I'm not.

Mona Foma

When the center of Hobart bursts at the seams with art, you know you're in the right place at the right time for Mona Foma. This Festival Of Music and Art was the most cultural start of my Tassie trip I could have wished for. There was eighties music as well as dub step dj's and lots of hipster things happening. The time span did pose a serious dilemma about how to style my hair.

Spanish band Los Coronas made me dance my legs off, as did Pretty Lights at the shed party. There was an orchestra that played music for one of my favourite books of all times: 'The Arrival' by Shaun Tan. They made me shiver and melted my heart. And Aussie band Graveyard Train knocked my socks off. Six men playing men's instruments just as they were born to do. I'm all about that.