Prague, Brno and Vienna

Vienna

Vienna

Firstly, sorry due to a combination of no internet, laziness and the weather being too good i dropped the ball on keeping the blog going. However i can assure you that I have had the best summer yet which was full of ups and downs, and luckily i have kept a record of it, so here goes!

After amazing wedding times in Canada with the family i flew back to Inverness for a couple of days with Ross and one last DJ gig before heading off to Europe. The first night of my travels was an upsetting one. Messed up flights and £210 wasted later I arrived at Prague airport which seemed like a ghost town.  Suddenly I realised how alone I was, this was a stark contrast to the wonderful family holiday id had last week. I somehow got the wrong bus (I should have realised when the only people traveling on it looked like airport workers) but thankfully there was a nice lady who explained that the bus I got is just going to take a little longer but I will eventually end up right outside the metro station. My bags were heavy and the hostel took a bit longer to find and I arrived at the Mosaic House Hostel feeling like a (sweaty and hot) lost lamb. My mood improved though when I saw the “dorm” I was staying in- it was more like a posh hotel. 3 bunk beds (with only 2 occupied) and an en suite that looked brand new, and most importantly there was AC! That night I wandered up to Charles Bridge and to the Old Town which hasn’t changed much since my last visit in 2010. When I got back to the hostel there was a friendly Brazilian girl there who I chatted to for a few hours before going to bed. In bed, I lay awake fretting and panicking about this big decision I have made to spend the next 4 months traveling. I felt incredibly homesick and very far away from the people I loved and considered just buying a ticket back the following day.

Thankfully I awoke the next day feeling slightly better, and hung around in the air conditioning until my bus to Brno to stay with Sue, a couchsurfer who is Czech and studying law at uni. As soon as I met Sue (and Gabriel, her friend from Bolivia) I was glad I made the decision to soldier on and enjoy my trip as much as possible. We got on like a house on fire, chatting about life and boys and everything in between. That night, we went to a local bar called Savoy where they had a swing dancing night. It was so different and fun to watch, and drinks there are so cheap! (About £1 for a beer). Sue introduced me to drinking Tonic Water on its own who turns out to be refreshing and hydrating. Since it was 36 degrees, it was a warm night in Sue’s flat, but her friendly cat kept me company until I fell asleep. The following morning we woke up early to explore the city centre, and catch a 45 minute train journey out to “The Caves.” Public transport is very cheap in CZ, and there is little hassle with ticket inspectors harassing you to see your ticket. While waiting for the bus to get to the caves I had an ice cream that was essentially strawberry puree that had been frozen and covered in thick dark chocolate, delicious!

We had an action packed day at the caves, and even though it was so hot we had a fun time. That evening, Gabriel came over and Sue made us potato rosti pancake type things which were very good, and I luckily the recipe is easy enough to remember so I will definitely be trying to recreate it. We went back to Savoy this time to watch salsa dancing, and also visited a tea house (Chai-Ovna) to sample some cold black rooibos and an apricot shisha and get to know each other even more. Sue and i got on so well, i couldnt believe we had only met a few days prior. She had an exciting summer ahead of her too, firstly spending three weeks in France and then volunteering at a flower farm in Ireland!

The following morning it was a scorcher again, so we decided to go to the public pool for a swim. It was only about £2 entrance, which was hours of fun in the twelve meter deep pool which was sparkling clean and very well run. Since it was still crazy hot we went back to the apartment for lunch and Czech this out, over there a typical breakfast would be a cheese and ham toastie, and lunch would be scrambled eggs! By this time I had gotten a pretty good feel for Brno, and I can only describe it as a smaller, tourist free version of Prague – you still have all the bars, restaurants, sights and attractions, its simply crowd free and cheaper. Winner!

After an emotioanl goodbye to probably the best host i will ever have I got the 2.5hour bus across the border to Vienna, and apart from a stop to get our passports checked it was a pleasant, luxurious and cheap journey.

Vienna was suffering the same heat wave as CZ, and I arrived to Martin’s flat in the east end of the city close to the Danube absolutely dripping in sweat. Martin is the brother of Robert, who stayed with me in Inverness in March with his friend and hails from Berlin. He is a typical German who loves beer and David Hasselhoff, and is an interesting and funny character. When I mentioned to him that I would be passing through Vienna he told me of his brother who lived there, and how miracle of miracles he was actually going to be there at the same time as me! Martin has a couple of flatmates, Seb, Dom and Jelli, and after I had literally walked through the door I was whisked away by them by bike along the river Danube for a BBQ. Despite the mosquitos it was tonnes of fun, and a good way to get to know the people I’d be staying with for the next four nights. Over the weekend there was a festival held on the island of the river Danube which had such acts like Amy MacDonald, Chase and Status and… Maximo Park! (My favourite).

On the Friday morning I woke up early after a pleasant sleep on the couch, and Martin, Robert and I hit the Historic Centre of Vienna to explore. Martin took us to a gelataria where the queues were out of the door for, so I knew it would be good. I settled for cranberry (it was really hot I wanted something refreshing) and GOATS CHEESE!!! It was really, really good! Very creamy and tasted like GC but it was sweet, an interesting concept. After a very hot stroll around the historic centre and seeing the university (Harry Potterville) I left Martin and Robert to do a sewers tour (apparently it was featured in The Running Man) and went off exploring on my own to find the Vienna Botanic Gardens. At this point of the trip I was feeling pretty reflective and ended up finding a spot in the shade to call home and also get in touch with Keldon and Cara in Perth, Australia. After a good catch up I found “De Spar” to get Martin and his friends a housewarming present. Now usually with couchsurfing it is polite to arrive with a gift, and since I was in such a flap to get from Brno to Vienna and then find the subway in Vienna I was too rushed to get anything and my shoulders ached so much (pro tip: PACK LIGHT PEOPLE!!!) and I felt really bad about arriving with no gift and I think they assumed I’d at least bring my own alcohol which I hadn’t had a chance to get either. So to make it up I got a bottle of Glenfiddich single malt, since it holds a special place in my heart due to Ross and my trip to the distillery in May. When I arrived back at the flat in time for dinner it seemed to go down well, although Seb suggested drinking it with coke… shudder. Martin and his girlfriend had cooked a huge bowl of spaghetti carbonara and the six of us had a nice summer dinner in the lounge, before heading out to the park (beers in hand of course) to play some table tennis and basketball. Parks in Austria seem to be seriously jacked up with table tennis tables, basketball courts, football nets… the works! Plus since drinking in public isn’t illegal there’s a great family friendly atmosphere, and of course it wouldn’t be complete without a cloud of mosquitos hanging around. Poor Jelli broke her finger while playing b-ball, but for me it was great to play a sport that I was actually good at since I bombed at table tennis. After quick showers we headed out to the festival, which involved a riotous journey on the tram to get there with much singing and “ach JA’s!” The festival itself felt like a small scale Rockness, lots of food stalls and people teeming everywhere with big happy smiles on their faces and music coming from all areas. The first band we saw were called the Pharsyde or something, some big rap group from the 90’s who knew how to keep the crowd going. Then, after a beer stop, we went to the headline stage to see this German band (kind of like a Coldplay/Snow Patrol feel) which everyone went nuts for. It was a lot of fun and totally unexpected.

The next morning Robert and I headed out to the palace, which was like a huge scale version of Dunrobin Castle. The weather was still boiling hot but it was muggy and overcast, and a storm was definitely on its way. The storm arrived when Robert and I were in the Sacher Café sampling some sachertort. I have to say that considering you pay 5euros for a slice it is a total con. For that price I’d expect a chocolaty party in my mouth, and what I got was just dry, bland disappointment. Since everyone I’ve spoken to who’s been to Vienna told me to try it im glad I went but I would never do it again. That evening, I wanted to get a crate of beers for the guys but by 6:30pm literally EVERY shop was closed!! It was horrific! And they stay closed until Monday morning. So we had to make do with 1.30euro cans of beer from a street vendor, which apparently is a rip off (little did I know that beers in Venice are 6euros and I’d be crying for these kinds of prices again) and before heading out to the festival again we had some Glenfiddich and played ring of fire until the beers were gone, and then I got to see one of my fav bands of all time Maximo Park! They were great, and even though the guys weren’t familiar with them they seemed to enjoy it. After we went to a few bars and late night sausage vendors and walked home at about 4 or 5am.

The next day was definitely laid back, everyone slept in until about 12. At the park there is a church called the Mexican church and there was some huge what seemed like Latin American event going on which was a huge racket, and after packing my bags and saying bye to everyone I headed to the bus station to get the bus to Bratislava. I was sad to go, I could have happily stayed for another few days but I didn’t want to let my couchsurfing hosts down. In hindsight, I have learnt that if you are enjoying a place, stay! Because you never know what’s around the corner…

With Sue my kickass host in Brno

With the gorgeous Sue my kickass host in Brno

Mmnnn Siskava(sp?)

Mmnnn Siskava(sp?)

I sent a postcard to my grandparents with this exact image

I sent a postcard to my grandparents with this exact image

BBQ time in Vienna

BBQ time in Vienna

Party time in Vienna

Party time in Vienna

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Hello Dubai Pt. 2

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The following day Ricky and Myla got up to go to work and I spent the day pottering around, going for walks and exploring more of Karama in the blistering sun. Walking around I was the only white girl in sight, and I got a lot of friendly, curious stares from passers by. A taxi driver even crossed a busy four lane street and followed me down a hill to offer a cab. When he saw how freaked out I was he backed away while trying to shake my hand and apologise – it must have been a funny sight! For lunch I had a beautiful chicken and spinach kaati roll, which is kind of like a filled chapati that is then grilled, with a fresh peach milkshake. Again, the flavours were out of this world, and I ate it while lamenting the fact that Inverness doesn’t offer such varied, delicious food. I’d arranged to meet with two UK friends that evening at the Marina Yacht Club on the other side of Dubai, an area which is known to house most of the expats. After struggling with picking through my clothes to find something modest to wear (settled on a knee length dress, vest to hide my chest and a long shawl) I got the metro at twilight, which was surprisingly busy with workers and shoppers. After half an hour of getting lost (I came out of the wrong exit and totally lost my perception, I thought I was facing the sea meanwhile I was facing the dessert, a thoroughly confusing ordeal), I met up with Vicki and Paula at the club who had wine waiting. The bar was on a terrace overlooking the Marina, and it was absolutely beautiful seeing all the boats lights twinkling, and the reflections of the surrounding skyscrapers on the still water. It was an absolutely stunning backdrop to while away the evening with drinks and dinner. Interestingly, the most substandard meal of my trip was also the most expensive – three times more than the prices in Karama. I had fried squid and dim sum, both were *ok* but so bland compared to the culinary delights I’d previously experienced. After a long watch up and gossip about men, work and holidays I left Paula and Vicki and got the metro back to Karama feeling happy and sunkissed from the day out in the sun. 

Unfortunately my camera is shocking and doesnt capture the awe of this scene

The Marina – unfortunately my camera is shocking and doesnt capture the awe of this scene

With my friend from the UK, Vicki

With my friend from the UK, Vicki

On my final day in Dubai I wanted to spend it relaxing, after all it was the last day of my holiday. After waking up fairly early I walked to the closest mall in the refreshingly cool morning air and had an extended breakfast at Paul, France’s most famous Boulangerie which now has chains dotted around Dubai. Since it was sadly way too early to indulge with a tart au citron I settled for an iced latte, toast and a pain au chocolat. The iced latte was out of this world, so incredibly refreshing and chilled, and the breakfast filling which spanned over two hours since I had dedicated that morning to updating Mr Journal. After breakfast I strolled around the mall and visited the local supermarket, Spinneys. Considering that Dubai has a high concentration of American, British, Australian and South African expats among others, you can imagine what a melting pot of variety is on offer in the supermakets. They stock the best items from every country: Tim Tams from Australia, Black Cat Peanut Butter from South Africa, Lucky Charms from the USA and a raft of M&S and Waitrose products from the UK. I was particularly impressed with the South African Selection – there was rooibos tea, Milo, chocolate logs, OMO washing powder and Ceres fruit juices amongst others, and the best surprise was how reasonable the prices were. The fruit and vegetable selection was mind boggling as well with all its exotic hard to pronounce produce. After buying some loose leaf rooibos I headed to a Korean restaurant under Ricky’s advice and had some fried chicken, with a fruit falooda from the Indian juice bar next door. I reckon you could eat out for every lunch and dinner for a week in Dubai and not even touch the sides of what variety of food there is to offer, it’s so exciting. The rest of the afternoon was spent packing up and chilling with Dobby, and when Ricky came home from work at 6 we took him on a walk through Karama and I actually had to take a shawl with me since it was windy and dare I say it a little chilly (I later found out it was 19 degrees, talk about acclimatising fast)

Breakfast at Paul, most delicious iced latte

Breakfast at Paul, most delicious iced latte

Chicken and spinach kaati roll with peach milkshake, that green dip it came with was sublime

Chicken and spinach kaati roll with peach milkshake, that green dip it came with was sublime

When Myla came home from work that evening the three of us headed out to a Lebanese restaurant around the corner from the flat for my final meal in Dubai. These occasions are always tinged with sadness, and I felt slightly glum waiting for the hummus and flatbread to arrive knowing that in two days’ time I would be back at work in Inverness and back to reality. The only solace I gained from this was knowing that I would be back to work for 2 months only, before setting off across the Atlantic to Canada. Nevertheless, we had a fantastic meal of hummus, grilled chicken, olives and of course, baba ganoush and it was wonderful to see Ricky communicating to easily with the waiter with smatterings of Arabic.

More yummy Lebanese food

More yummy Lebanese food

After the meal, we strolled along to the Korean place I visited earlier that day to have some “bubble tea”, which is more a juice or milkshake with… balls of a different flavoured juice or milkshake at the bottom. The closest thing I can describe the balls is that it reminded me of those Persil Liquitabs you get for washing clothes – god knows what the skin around the balls is made of but it was a pleasant experience sipping the juice through a straw and getting the occasional pop of a new flavour. The guy who worked at the juice bar was a character who, when asked to take our photo, took great delight in snapping away from various angles and encouraging us to pose.  Since I was so full from dinner I didn’t want a dessert, however in hindsight I wish I had visited the bakery nearby to get some cake, although at this point I was literally bursting out of my trousers and the guilt was setting in.  

Bubble tea

Bubble tea

Eventually, it was time for me to flag a taxi to the Etihad offices in Dubai to check in, and I bid goodbye to Myla and Ricky (and Dobby) while leaving them with a bottle of Bundaberg rum I’d brought from Australia. The flight to Manchester was sombre and uneventful, apart from having a total weirdo elderly man sitting next to me who advised me as we were about to eat that he hopes he doesn’t black out while eating like he had done on the flight over 😐 Once in Manchester there was a delay for me crossing security to get into the domestic terminal because I didn’t have a print out of my boarding pass, which quite frankly was the last thing anyone wants at 6am after a long flight but I made friends with a border agent who was telling me all of his aspirations for the future. He hoped to get a transfer to work in airport security in a more exotic airport, such as Abu Dhabi (which is definitely more glamorous than Manchester!) but he had the usual fears and ‘what ifs’ that people hold that prevent them from taking the leap of faith to exit their comfort zone. I tried my best to encourage him and left him my business card, before finally getting clearance to go through and get my flight to Inverness.

 

My trip to dubai was a whirlwind stopover, which I was glad to have done since it eased the jetlag from Australia considerably. Thanks to staying with friends I feel I got to see a part of the city that normal tourists don’t see, and I am incredibly grateful for that. If you are visiting Dubai, I would heartily recommend visiting the Karama district for amazingly cheap and tasty eats, and friendly faces everywhere.

Korean style chicken with a fruit falood -basically a lot of fruit spaghetti things with what tastes like semolina with chuncks of dried fruit and nuts, cream and turkish delight - a meal in itself

Korean style chicken with a fruit falood -basically a lot of fruit spaghetti things with what tastes like semolina with chuncks of dried fruit and nuts, cream and turkish delight – a meal in itself

The friendly server at the bubble tea shop, what a character.

The friendly server at the bubble tea shop, what a character.

Boat cat

Boat cat

A Few Days in Sydney

 

From the day i arrived in Australia my mum was asking me to visit her long known friend Phyllis Foscolo who lives near Sydney. I brushed it off since Sydney is 900km away and flights were expensive, but after considering it i realised that its an excellent opportunity – why travel across the world and not attempt to cram everything in, especially when I had an invite to stay with locals who were willing and eager to show me around.

So I found myself waking up at the ass crack of dawn on that Monday morning to get an early flight down south. It was raining torrentially in Brisbane, and i arrived in Sydney in scorching sunsine and blue skies – I knew i’d made the right decision then. Phyllis and her husbane Len were waiting for me, and the first surpise was that Len was Italian, who had moved over when he was 15, however his accent was still strong. We started the day at Circular Quay where you could get a clear view of both the Opera House and Sydney Harbour Bridge. The Opera House looked greyer and dirtier in real life, and I didnt realise each ‘sail’ was a seperate unit, nonetheless I was happy to see it. It is an overwhelming feeling looking upon a building in real life that you have seen in movie posters and on tv countless times (my head will explode if i go to New York), I believe it is one of the most important reasons for traveling.

I couldnt have finished visting Sydney without going to Bondi Beach, so i went on a mission to find out the bus times and how to get there. $4.60 later Phyllis, Len and I were on the bus trundling past the skyscrapers and hoardes of pedesterians on the pavements on our way to Bondi, and the closer we got to each stop the more bikini and boardie clad youngsters stepped onto the bus, with towels draped across their shoulders and my excitement grew. As soon as the bus cornered around Bondi Road and onto the top of the cliffs I couldnt stop grinning – it all looked so familiar since I am mildy obsessed with the TV show Bondi Rescue. The Beach was a dark golden colour, and the sea a mix of turqoise and dark blue, set this against a cloudless bright blue sky and you have paradise. Since it was a Monday the beach wasnt busy, there must have been about 200 people on the sand and another 300 or so in the water which was a relief for me since i was expecting hoardes of crowds. Phyllis and Len went to chill on the grass under a tree while i went exploring along the prominade. There was a camera man filming near the lifeguard tower for Bondi Rescue, and while I was standing at the rails watching, this brazillian guy comes up behind me and asks me to take a photo for him. We struck up a conversation about Sydney and travelling, and what we were both up to. Instances like this are perfect examples of why you shouldnt fear traveling alone, and since the lifeguards were holed up in their tower i got Mr Brazil to pose with Kermit.

Roger, my new Brazillian friend with Kerm

Roger, my new Brazillian friend with Kerm

After a while I had to tear myself away from the beach, since the journey back to Phyllis and Len’s house was 3 hours away. The train took us south down past Dapto, Wollongon, Kiama, Gerringong and finally arrived in Berry at 6pm. Phylis and Len bought a house 30 years ago that was dilapidated with an overgrown garden, and from scratch they created the most beauttiful smallholding I have ever seen. There was a gently sloping orchard at the bottom of the property which had about 50 trees of all sorts of fruits: apples, plums, lemons, limes, oranges, permissions, figs, pears, macadamia nuts – you name it they grow it. Near the house was a small vineyard that was bursting with perfectly ripe, juicy, dark red grapes which were getting picked the following week to make wine. Across from that there is an avery housing some colourful parrots, and a large chicken coop which was home to a handful of hens and a very proud cockrel. Len took me to feed the “sheeponis” in the field behind the house, and on the way we passed several beehives – in case you haven’t realised Phylis and Len like to live as self sufficiently as possible. Have I mentioned the vegetable patch? There is a large patch close to the avery which grew lettuces, tomatos, cucumbers, beans and an assortment of herbs. Phylis was upset because apparently it was 48 degrees C recently, and some plants had perished because the tops of their leaves burnt, but the garden looked immaculate to me. There are 2 pets as well, a 12 month of dog called Pippa who was still at that “naughty puppy” stage, and a tortoise shell rescue cat named Shelly who was shyer than Phillip Green is about paying tax so i didnt see much of her.

I spent that evening eating proper spaghetti bolognase(Italian husband) with salad from the garden, drinking homemade wine and listening to Phylis and Lens stories from the past. Both are fascinating and it is interesting to hear how they have built up their lives from the ground up, having both immigrated to Australia when they were children(Phylis was born in Glasgow). After apple pie for pudding and some of Phylis’ homemade liquer I collapsed into bed at half 9 and slept so soundly, since there are no street lights nearby and the place is completely silent… until the cockrel decides to wake up at 04:30am.

The following day I was up bright and early, and despite this Phylis had breakfast waiting for me of scrambled eggs from the hens, 4 slices of toast, ceral and fresh honey to spread on the toast. I think it is fair to say that Phyllis is a feeder! I dont think i’ve ever had such a filling breakfast, and with my belly stuffed full we headed out for the day in Phylis’ Ford Ghia. We drove to Berry, which seemed to have a bustling heritage centre, and then up to the mountain behind to a vantage point where you can see 180 degrees of New South Wales coastline and hinterland. The sight was spectacular, and the cunning locals had set up a restaurant and cafe at the view site which probrably boasts the best view of all the land. On the way back down we stopped at Coollangatta Winery to have a look around and to see the home of the founder of Berry, Alexander Berry. The winery is a popular wedding venue, which is dotted with holiday cottages. It was so hot that i was tempted to dive into the pool there to cool down but i resisted, since i knew that we were going to Kiama beach later. We had a quick stop home for morning tea where I was fed more of Phylis’ delicious homebaking and applied more sunscreen. Again, with a full stomach we hit the road, this time up the coast and visiting all the towns that i passed on the way down the previous day. This area relies heavily on tourism, and there were plenty of caravan parks and holiday homes about – I can see why it is such a popular destination. For lunch we had fish and chips literally on the beach. It was my first time eating this dish in a hot climate and I have to say, I much preffered it to eating it in the UK with your nose streaming into it because it is so cold. The meail came with some homemade tartare sauce and a huge lemon wedge, much more exotic than the bog standard salt and vinegar back home. We spent the afternoon in Kiama, and I got to cool off in the rock pool which was fantasticaly refreshing.Lunch on the Beach

I remember last May my brother Kyle, his wife Kristen, my good friend Jenny and I went camping on the Isle of Isle on the west coast of Scotland during the Whiskey Festival. The temperature was only about 16 degrees but we were determined to swim, since the beaches are so stunning – pure white sands, clear aquamarine water and gentle lapping waves. If you saw a picture of it you’d think it was the Bahamas. Of course, the water was icy cold and we literally had to dip in and out and nearly caught hypothermia running back along the sand to get our towels. That evening, I hung my wet bikini on a wire fence to dry overnight, however in the morning to my dismay my costume was still nowhere near dry. Imagine the delight I got when emerging from the rock pool in Kiama, where it was pushing 30 degrees, my costume dried in about 15 minutes. Once you’ve had the bitter, the sweet is so much sweeter.

After the swim, Phyllis wasn’t finished feeding me yet. We stopped at a local ice cream shop and I enjoyed a cone with scoops of chocolate ice cream and macadamia nut ice cream – in case you haven’t noticed macadamias are popular in Australia since they grow so freely there. We had a barbeque that evening, with salad from the garden and a special bean salad that Phyllis was known for. Phyllis also showed me how to make delicious fried potato slices on the Barbie, a recipe that I will definitely take back to Scotland. After another walk around the garden sampling the odd fig here and juicy permission there, we settled down for the evening.

Wednesday 20 February was my last day with this wonderful couple, and we got up early to get the 09:30am 3 hour train back to Sydney. When we arrived we headed to St James park to have a picnic and a walk around. Phyllis and Len needed to go home so after an emotional goodbye I set off exploring with a map in one hand and a waterbottle in another (it was another hot day). I walked from St James park along to the Botanic Gardens and whiled away a couple of hours marvelling at the plants. One plant which was particularly memorable was this ground cover which was nicknamed  ‘Cherry Pie’, since the flowers unbelievably did smell like cherries. Bizarre. Whenever I am in a new city I try to visit their Botanic Gardens, it is a comfort thing I suppose, since I spent many happy weekends of my childhood having family picnics at Durban Botanic Gardens.

When it was two hours before my flight I walked along to Circular Quay thinking that would be a good place to get the bus(a train ticket was $16, buses were only $8) since the guidebook said that it is one of the busiest but terminals. Wrong. Turns out that there are no buses there which go to the airport. After a mild panic I was advised to get 2 buses, the first one taking more than an hour. In a way I am glad that I got the bus, it took me through a variety of districts from the bohemian village of Surrey Hills to the suburbia of Waterloo and to the downright ghetto of Mascot. Eventually I got to Sydney airport, which by the way is pretty confusing to navigate, and it was a relief to finally sit down in the departures lounge and reflect on my previous few days. Wollongong and New South Wales in general is a haven for holidaymakers – endless beaches, blue skies and winerys. I am so grateful to Phyllis and Len for opening their home up to me and letting me stay with them,  the memories I am taking away will last a lifetime and I will definitely be back if I move over.

Peeping out at the Opera House

Peeping out at the Opera House

Phyllis and Len at Bondi

Viewpoint

Viewpoint

The veggiepatch, note Len’s sculpture in the background

 

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One of the best chippies ive ever had

7 Mile Beach, named so because… Its 7 miles long

These trees are so beautiful

These trees are so beautiful

Delicious grapes from the vineyard