Now, you didn't think you could go under Down Under, did you? Well, here's Tasmania's small capital city, south of mainland Oz, where you can rummage in a bustling, open-air Saturday market on the warehouse-café-lined Salamanca Place in the old town, then kayak to a fish punt, or floating restaurant, at Constitution Dock on the waterfront for some deep-fried fish-and-chips served with tomato or tartar sauce. Or, maybe, hop on that ferry at the Brooke Street Pier and head upstream to MONA, a museum cut into sandstone cliffs, where you can lose yourself in a maze of staircases and tunnels and eye-pop at Sidney Nolan’s 1,620-paintings Snake mural and Stephen Shanabrook’s edgy, dark-chocolate sculpture depicting the remnants of a suicide bomber – no shit! Oh, and for a lick of Tassie booze, hey, just pull up a stool at a whiskey bar at, say, the Lark, Nant or Sullivan’s Cove distillery and sip away – right at the source! Wicked stuff!