Sydney to Hobart Yacht Race

My partner Jac’s idea of heaven is being out on a boat. If she can’t be out on the water, she’ll settle for being near it. She was thrilled that our holiday in Hobart last year coincided with the finish of the iconic Rolex Sydney to Hobart Yacht Race, considered to be one of the most gruelling ocean races in the world. As soon as the yachts began to cross the finish line, she wanted to go to the Hobart waterfront every day to watch them. Also coming in were yachts from the Melbourne to Hobart Yacht Race and the Launceston to Hobart Yacht Race, which I immediately noted is sponsored by National Pies.

I’m not interested in boats or boat races, but I like taking photographs and eating pies, so it worked out just fine.

The sky and water were piercing blue one day, murky grey the next. The wind was bitterly cold at dusk, the rain intermittent and annoying. But no matter what the weather, Jac was in her element, delighted and irrepressible. Perhaps the only people more chuffed were the exhausted but elated yachties, and their families, bursting with pride.

And after a few days of being a reluctant spectator, I did start to soak up the spirit and atmosphere. Looking at the pictures now, I’m glad to have experienced this.


Writing up the resultsThe results were updated as the yachts crossed the finish line.

DSCF6894The winner of the Sydney to Hobart Yacht Race 2013 was Wild Oats XI. A decent crowd came out to cheer them on.



DSCF7454Perpetual LOYAL, pictured here on the right, came second in the Sydney to Hobart 2013.

DSCF7491Every day, more yachts were berthed at the marina.

 We even watched the yachts from The Taste of Tasmania, held at Princes Wharf No.1 Shed We even watched the yachts come in while attending The Taste of Tasmania, held nearby at Princes Wharf No.1 Shed.





A National curried scallop pieBeing out in the crisp salty air always makes me hungry – not that I needed an excuse to grab a curried scallop pie from the wharf-side pop-up stall – it was pretty good.


Special hot pie deliveryI found out later this yacht, named XLR8, won line honours in the Melbourne to Hobart Eastcoaster. They’d been sailing for 2 days, 21 hours and 21 minutes. They were greeted with a special delivery of hot National pies.



The featured/first image for this post shows the yacht Knee Deep, yes – affiliated with Western Australia winery Knee Deep in Margaret River.

About this series

In December 2013, my partner Jac and I went on holiday – 3 nights in Melbourne, then 3 nights in Launceston (Jac, to stay with a friend) and King Island (me, for a photographic safari with our friends Craig and Caroline), and finally, Hobart for 6 nights. This trip was not sponsored in any way.

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  • Prez

    A Tasmanian scallop pie is a wonderful thing — but is that ‘wallaby and stout’ I spy? I’d’ve had to go back for seconds…

    • Prez, yes, wallaby and stout, very ‘you’. I actually ate the curried scallop pie BEFORE dinner. Because I was in Hobart and determined to eat a scallop pie, damn it!

  • Craig Hind

    The night they came in was a very chilly night, but I wouldn’t trade that for anything. And the next day walking along there looking for breaky was nice too. I think it was breaky we were looking for. Good times.

    • A couple of times I thought crossly to myself “Why on earth am I standing here in the cold and rain?!” :P

  • What an event – I love boating but don’t have the patience to boat from sydney to hobart. Looks like a lovely weekeend through!

    • You’d never catch me crewing a boat! I’d have to learn to swim first.

  • I love that last photo – the two sailors with their arms around each other. They must have been so proud of their achievements in the race, regardless of whatever they placed! It really shows the emotional side of the race. :)

    • You could see how tired they were. My only regret is not managing to hold the camera at a slightly different angle so as not to capture the top of that man’s face in between the sailors. I didn’t notice it until editing the photo later.