The Royal Easter Show - Part 1

The first ever Show I'd gone to was the Royal Adelaide Show. I wasn't inclined to go to either the Canberra or the Melbourne Show.. because if you've seen one you've seen them all.

Anyhow. When I was new in Sydney, I'd made a cooky friend who took me to the Easter Show for the first time. She showed me how there is this peculiar way to get from Lidcombe to Sydney Olympic Park. And What's super funny is right after the Easter, I joined my last company which required me to use that route everyday. So guess I had a trial run to come here. Its funny how everything new seems intimidating at first.. simple things like getting public transport to work.. and once you get used to it, you could sleep-walk your way and take things for granted.

I went to the Easter show this year as well.. The first time, I went with a few of my friends, it was pouring! There aren't a lot of exciting photos I got from the first visit except these traumatized sheep which looked at us suspectingly when we took shelter against the rain in their enclosure... They weren't very happy to share.. plus all of us friends were scatterred in different parts of the Show and getting us all herded together was more of a priority than staying out of the rain.


The torrent was so bad that I was completely drenched making a dash between buildings... It sucks because I have poor tolerance for cold and the wet clothes + light breeze combination was not helping at all. My shoe laces came undone and while tying them I realized my fingers and toes had gone numb from the cold..  I had to bail on the buds and return home (which luckily is super close) got super soaked on the way back again. Its always super challenging when I"ve let things get as bad as my extermeties get numb... and from there getting my body temperature back up is.. well... scary. So glad my house was close.. I couldn't even peel out of the clothes with the numb hands.. After the boyleg hipsters were off with a lot of difficulty... the hot shower was like pure bliss... although.. at first it just felt scalding on the rest of my body while my hands and toes didn't feel anything at all... oh.. enough of my woes.. I'm alive and well.. even though I may be a drama queen about it. lol.

Stroll around Sydney Olympic Park

I have been holed up in my house mostly giving an excuse of the tiny surgery on my forearm. But really I'd been too depressed (strong word.. but totally justified given my current state of mind.. but then again, I always over exaggerate ;).

The dressing came off Friday so my mood's been getting better and better to be finally be able to do things and not cradle one arm. While holed up and having nothing much to do but

I can't believe I"m turning this blog into my ranting outlets too.. It was meant to be a straight up log of some trip.. lol I guess I make up for the lack of being able to actually speak to human company with this brain-retching.

So without further ado, I went on a walk in the neighborhood. This is my path. I didn't intend on this being a good circuit, but just kept going wherever my feet and the road took me (I'm super directions challenged and to make it worse I know that the Olympic park roads are built in rings so I didn't even bother to gather my bearings. Luckyili my apartment can be seen from miles so I'd never really be truly lost.


They say you notice new things about those that you've known forever if you just open your eyes and look... and I did.. who'd have thunk that the uber-industrial, drab steel-grey colored buildings would house something colorful, girly and cute thing as this:


The Easter Show is on at the moment and as I got closer to my apartment things got bustlier and I saw this cabbie trying to park in a place.. and then move on to the next.. and then to the next.. I love to watch people to reverse parallel park (because I suck at it big time) And was intrigued by this guy's attempts.. it turns out a couple of people had parked like jerks.. so I had to facebook this photo with the caption '... and I thought I was the only one that parked like a jerk'.


I just crossed my daily quota of 10,000 steps as I neared my apartment after a long time (and did the customary victory hand-punch). The walk kind of helped me try and get out of my blues. I should continue doing my weekend escapades even though everyday is a holiday right now for me. That way I"ll at least keep up with the day of the week and dates on the calender.

Bundeena: Three-Hour Guided Kayak Eco-Tour

Wow.. its been ages since I've blogged about my weekend escapades. I am not sure where to start now. So I might as well start with the latest one.

Location - Bonnie Vale Picnic Grounds Sea Breeze Lane, Bundeena, Sydney, NSW 2230
Cost - voucher $49, car travel - not sure (my 86 is not the most efficient when it comes to mileage.. but nothing beats her cutting the winding roads with the windows up, the stereo blaring and me grooving ;)

I had purchased a Groupon voucher for Kayaking a while ago. I hadn't thought much about it at the time of purchase but when I actually got to the venue.. it finally dawned on me that I was going to be in a tiny ass kayak with no harness and a big paddle in my hands (that can slip off into the water!! omfg! what would I do if that happened!!). I did have a kid-size swim vest on me (the size 'small' was a little too big for me... don't get me started on the bearing the brunt of the being the kid jokes there  -_- )

Drive to the place was super cool. I was disorganized as usual.. in fact I'd originally gotten all up and ready a whole day before the actual kayaking day (I forgot it was on Sunday and not Saturday.. I"d just begun my unemployment and when you're jobless.. pretty much EVERY day is a holiday.. the day of the week it is.. is.. insignificant). I was late and didn't have breakfast and didn't pack any food with me either.

I saw a lot of kookaburras that were screeching pretty loud as I got there just close to the 8:00am mark.

It had been raining all night and although I LOVED driving down there in the rain, when I got to the place and realized I didn't have a rain jacket on me... I was a bit scared of getting all cold and pruney in the kayak. The Tour guide, Keith, however assured us that we should all be pretty warmed up once we're paddling away.


The induction was simple and as is the case with all these activites, we had to sign a disclaimer that I was all cool if I died and they weren't responsible or some such stuff... what disconcerted me however.. was that it read something on the lines of 'you know how to swim'... uhhhh... should I have really signed that? doggy paddling does count as swimming, right??

Pretty much everyone had come in pairs.. Its always very sweet to watch couples that enjoy doing such activities together. I was looking around clueless and this goodlooking fella approached me with the intro and all.. I was too excited+anxious about the kayaking to be feeling friendly but I enjoyed the small talk to take my mind off of it. Let's call him Craig. This was his Chrissy present. I asked if he'd done kayaking before.. he said he had a few times but not at Bundeena before. I was paired with him because he was also here by himself.

Damn.. when will my Hercules begin joining me in my fun trips.. can't wait to find someone who enjoys doing these silly things and wouldn't judge me for being scared of water... because once I'm in.. I'm like buffalo (my dad used to call me that when I was a baby.. and acting up protesting against a bath.. but once in.. it was hard to drag me out.. lol.. I don't think I remember that.. but I do remember crying every time I was teased as a buffalo.)

When we were given a very brief intro of how to paddle and steer (which was too brief imo). And then we were off... There was one couple that took off before us. saw I was able to observe how to get into a kayak and start paddling... but still it was a bit freaky when it was my turn nonetheless. The taller person was asked to sit at the back and their responsibility is to sync with the one in the front and steer.. while the one at the front just paddles.

And we were off... as soon as we were slightly in the deep my first question to Craig was 'what happens if I drop the paddle' and he goes.. 'oh.. you go for a swim.'. Damn! what an insufferable moron! obviously I didn't tell him I wasn't so sure about that.. but made sure I had a death grip on the damn paddle.

All fears aside.. the kayaking was an absolutely awesome experience.

We started from the Simpsons Bay. It was high tide and so the paddling wasn't so hard. Paddled over Port Hacking to our first stretch of land and parked our kayaks for a bit for a breather. The first ones there had the kayaker in the back fall in the water.. we were second so I pretty much dragged the kayak well out of the water on land so Craig didn't have to suffer the same consequence (I almost felt like kissing my own bicep for that feat ;). I was called a life-saver by the tour guide after that for helping drag a fellow kayaker out of the water where one of her leg was in the kayak and the other out and her foot kept sinking in the water. The little finger of sand we were landed was too steep and the high tide didn't help either. So it was fun to watch the other pairs gather one by one.

We Paddled over to Lilli Pilli Point reserve.. had a wonderful morning tea (just hot water for me.. I'm not into tea or coffee). I did help myself quite generously with the choc chip cookies. Again where we'd set our picnic blanket up was a tiny finger of sand between a cess pool and the bay and the tide kept creeping in and we had to wrap our blanket little by little and we lost our piece of land just as we were done.

Craig found a pen that floated in with the tide and handed it to Keith who was a little disappointed 'I was hoping I'd get a message in a bottle, not a pen'.. to which I said 'perhaps this a sign for YOU to write a message for someone in a bottle'.

After the breakfast, we paddled leisurely around and were near Maianbar where Keith told us how the legend of the big giant hairy Yeti like creature (whose name evaded me) was born. I obviously can't mention it here as it's a part of the kayakers' code to keep it secret... you'd have do this tour to know ;)

He showed us many beautiful spots around the bays one of which resembled the Mayan pyramids.. lol.. He took us down the mangroves towards The Basin.. we didn't go under the bridge because paddling in would be a fun ride... but back from under the bridge would be going against the current and would take a lonnng time plus some serious muscle.. but something he recommended we all did anyway by coming back and just hiring a kayak instead of getting a tour.. because now we 'knew' all the spots worth exploring.

After we were done, I said goodbye to Craig (who was hoping to get my number) and weighed the time it would take for me to take a shower, pee and then get back home.. or jsut go back.. so I peeled out of the salty sandy clothes on the side of the road behind a truck.. and headed back with fresher clothes but the same old salty, sandy me. My 86 and Coco were both happy with my decision.

The drive back was just as exhilarating and uneventful. Something about driving when it's all overcast and slightly raining.. love it!

The experience was really cool and I would love to do it again.. what'd even be more awesome is if I can find a partner in crime who'd join me in the paddling.

Maquarie Park

I had a small surgery planned at Maq Park on Firday. It was also the last friday I was going to be working from the city office. I had a meeting scheduled with the new recruit replacing me. I treid to be as enthusiastic as I could. But the weather was just melancholic.

I love it when it rains because I feel this sad joy that is indescribable. Its like the rain washes the sadness from my soul.. but its there to remind me that I am sad in the first place.

I just love the fogged up windows of buses or trains when it is raining outside. This is the view from the company bus to the city at Huntley's point from the bridge. I think it was the most beautiful thing I'd seen all week:


I was quite upbeat about the knowledge transfer to the new guy because a wicked part of me knew how not-so-best suited this guy was for the role. I had interviewed him myself so I knew his ability. Just made me smile to myself more as I was trying to teach him the way I did things and saw from his body language that it was a clear bouncer over his head.

==== update 29/03/2015 =====
(I met up with the colleagues this Tuesday just for a quick cuppa and saw the exasperated dying-under-load look on his face confirming my initial assessment about his ability to take up the job.. I'm almost always right with my initial assessments.. call it judgmental.. or intuition ;)
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I had to leave by lunch time as I couldn't get a later appointment from the doctor (not happy about losing half-day pay.. curse the life of a contractor! ..well.. it was going to be over soon anyway).

I got there earlier than I needed to so I took a detour at the Maq Park shopping center and got myself my fav. Boost smoothie and was strolling over to the clinic when I saw my dark knight on the pavement reminding me, YNWA.


The surgery was a terrible ordeal that has no place to be described on a travel blog so I"ll skip that part. But after it.. I didn't want to go home so I watched the movie 'The Seventh Son' in 3D which was awesome.. its funny the scar left on my forearm looks like a witch's initiatation. was the movie just a coincidence.. or synchronicity? ...lol

Google maps said that there was no way back to my house from there! I hadn't driven to there because I knew I was going to have a numb left hand and my sexy car has a shift stick. I could've gotten a taxi.. but I wanted to feel the comfort of having some human company even though its weird strangers.. so I opted for the train. It was a ridiculous loop around the world from Maq park to the city and then from the city to Lidcombe and then the usual connecting train to my place. I think I must've been on the train for over an hour.. I was lost in my thought.. plus the fact that it was raining was a great relief.

I got home.. looked at the numb hand and the dressing and just had to get outta the house... which I did.. and got myself chocolate and nuts icecream in a cone (I think  they're called drumsticks here which is a disgusting name for icecream anything) for dinner.

The day ended with a pleasant surprise when a real superhero in his humanly alter ego, Clark Kent, decided to pay me a visit. That was the best part of the day.. heck the week.. no.. the year.. or actually my whole life!