joi, 30 martie 2017

Robertson by Storm


It was a beautiful Saturday morning... oh, wait, it was raining cats and dogs in Sydney, but we were still determined to go and enjoy the evening with our most amazing Australian friends in Robertson. If you don't know where it is, I can tell you that when we were invited I didn't know either. 

"Come and join us, we rented a beautiful wooden log on a hill, in Robertson", our friends, Alina and John, kindly invited us. "It has plenty of space, and you can sleep in the living room!" Living room sleeping sounded a little kinky to me but, hell, why not? We were here to taste the real Australian lifestyle! After a rainy morning in Potts Point, we thought that a rainy afternoon in Robertson wouldn't be so bad.


We hardly found the way, and we arrived there that night only and only because John was kind enough to wait for us at about ten kilometers away from Lloran domain. He was even waiting for us a while because we mistakenly took THE PIZZA on the right as THE PUB on the left, but it's just a small detail. When you have two quarrelsome boys at home, waiting outside some friends in the freezing rain might seem to be a guilty pleasure...


The fall was still there when we arrived, with the beautiful leaves on the ground and an amazing view from the window. The accommodation was in a romantic wood log, with a fire place, cozy coaches in front of the TV, with the above view in the backyard and the forest in the front yard. But the autumn didn't last for too long, during the night the rain grew in intensity and volume, and in the morning everything was flooded.


"The strongest storm" in the last 10 years was just there. In Robertson. And so were we.

First, we checked the next door log, to have an idea for our next visit accommodation. It was water on the floor and the guests were already out from the first hour of the morning. So, it was decided on the spot: it will not be our next accommodation.





Then, the boys had an idea. "Let's go for a ride to check the road, to see if we can get out of here", they said. "Let the girls cook and take care of the (five) kids, and we do what men usually do." 
You know what, and if you don't know, I can share: clearing the road, taking pictures, hunting, fighting sharks. And dragons. 
Kind of heroic stuff.
Which they totally went for.


And this is what they found. 
Can you see the sharks? 
Me neither.  
But they sure are in Queensland, as I heard these days.




The storm was terrible indeed and they cleaned up the paths, so we were able to leave safe and sound in the afternoon.




I have to say that the main reason they left the log that morning was to go and shoot the waterfalls. They sure have shot a lot of water. Falling. From the sky.


The camera(s) couldn't miss from that landscape, as they harvested a lot of pictures in that historical day. 


Finally, let's have a look at the reason they went out that morning!


Meanwhile, in Paradise... we cooked, cleaned, prepared the luggage, read few books, took some painting lessons, knitted few pullovers for the winter and (of course) had some tea and laid on the coach waiting for the boys to come back.


In front of the fireplace, of course.



The kids had their eyes sore from the blue screens, but only after they tortured Bella the dog, of course. 

Two more weeks to go and we'll be there again, to spend the Easter holidays in Robertson. It will be our first Easter in Australia, I will probably cook a lot of Romanian food and enjoy the real Australian fall.

vineri, 27 mai 2016

Sovereign Hills

Ballarat was a small and pastoral settlement near Melbourne when gold was discovered in 1851. By 1861, Ballarat had grown from a poor village into a fine provincial city built on the wealth derived from its gold.


Sovereign Hill is an outdoor museum in Ballarat, presenting the story of Australia’s fabulous Gold Rush history. It's a living museum, full of old times characters, dressed like in 19th century, and even talking like in the old times.


Inside the buildings are really skilled craftsmen, which make live demonstrations of their skills, actually working on what they have to do. 



If you feel cold (and that's how you should feel on a drizzle late autumn rain), you can stop at any corner and warm your hands (and feet, if you feel adventurous).


If you are a member of Weight Watchers Anonymous, DO NOT sit on the weighing machine, please! It's sophisticated and with a very subtle announcement on the left side: FAT, FAT, FAT!






If anybody needs a pan, I can go back and bring some!



The kids were amazing! They had roles, no doubt, but they were so natural and genuinely happy, we stayed and enjoyed their joie-de-vivre and happiness for more than half an hour.













It was a little bit too theatrical for me, but I enjoyed it and I highly recommend it for kids of any ages, willing to find out something more about Australian history and the Gold Rush.

marți, 24 mai 2016

The Dream

It was an early Friday morning, the phone started to ring like in any other given day.
- I was dreaming something weird, I said to Bogdan, not really awaken yet.
- Me too, he mourned.
- I was playing table with you.
- Me too, it was the answer. 
- No, this was my dream, I said, starting to open my eyes.
- Mine too, he said. 
- And I was trying to convince Mara to play chess.
- Oh, I was trying to convince Runa to play chess...

Same morning, same dream, different brains. It must have been love.

sâmbătă, 21 mai 2016

The Fairy in the Enchanted Forest

Hello, Darling! Hello, Sweetie!

Yesterday was the time for a walk in the Enchanted Forest, I was looking for the white lyre-bird, and I almost found it! Unfortunately, it's a very fast bird and it ran away so quick, there was no time to take a picture.


 But when you only look up, you can end falling in a hole, as Alice did, isn't it? She was looking for a white rabbit, I was looking for a lyre-bird, and there isn't much difference!







Suddenly I found myself in the middle of the Enchanted Forest, 
with three-times-my-height ferns and 
impossible-to-reach-with-the-sight eucalyptus


The old trees were whispering to me: 
s t a y  h e r e... n e v e r  l e a v e...




I was looking for the bird for hours, on my tiptoes and on my knees...



I only found a mini-painter with a maxi-toile, painting the giant ferns.


In a moment, the weather changed, from full summer in coldest winter ever, like the Forest wanted me to freeze and to keep me inside it.



I just started to run and try to find a way out...


I was crossing the old bridge...


... then I fell asleep on a tree...


... only to wake up in another dream.