Saturday began early at 7.45am. Here was how it went ...
Willie : "I have got what I came here for ... luckily her 'chi muis' didn't know about the 'angpows' in my left pocket."
I’m procrastinating too much these days. I guess it’s much easier to succumb to one hour of mindless navigating through FB, biting werewolves, racing online pets and creating new groups then to put my thoughts into words in my often neglected blog. Anyway, I’ll interrupt my Ozzie holiday series to update on my latest trip to
So there I was again in
This gave me the chance to try out the Maglev or bullet train from
Back at the airport, my travel weary colleagues finally stepped out of the arrival hall around
The next two nights we got the opportunity to explore the Shopping belt along
As for food, we treated ourselves to buffet dinners,
Well if had a chance to come back, I’ll certainly try to find time to visit the many famous temples and parks around the city. And not to forget the boat ride along the canals of
This was the day we finally ventured onto the streets of
It was a lazy Sunday, we slept in after a late night in the city. We were picked up from the hotel before
After a full stomach, my uncle took us for a ride up north to the beaches. It was a winding journey through small towns and forests, passing rivers and sandy beaches. We made a short stop at one of these beaches. It was chilly as the wind blew in from the sea. There were quite a number of people living in this part of
When we headed back it was almost dark. We had dinner at another Asian joint, The Istana, that served Malaysian food. Looks like we are not missing Chinese food at all.
The next day, we headed north again, but this time to Cabramatta, the Vietnamese town. The town was about 2 hours away from Wahroonga. This was a place that would make any Vietnamese feel at home. We took a leisurely walk through the town. Like any
That night, we had another family dinner (Chinese!), at
It was Saturday, the sun was out of bed and at its dazzling shinning best by
The Wedding Lunch was to follow and it was held at the Sydney Opera House. They had a marquee tent just outside the famous landmark, that had a fabulous view of the harbour bridge. Inside the tent, we found our seats which were easily identified by name tags. It was to be a long lunch, spanning the whole afternoon. We were served three delectable main courses, and were entertained by speeches from both fathers and the best man, serenaded by the Robinson Brothers who do Bee Gees quite well and laughed at the jokes from the MCs (brothers of the bride and groom). It was sunset at the harbour when the event ended.
The day did not end there. The younger crowd adjourned to the Argyle, a hip looking bar at the Rocks, while my parents and uncle settled for coffee somewhere else.