holiday

Since there are really a lot of photos uploaded to my flikr page, I will just post the most amusing ones today on the blog.

The holiday week away encompassed my mum's birthday, so there is the obligatory birthday photos, but with a twist.


Also the sock saw a good time, and has been rewarded with many photos.



Our holiday this year was at Easts Beach Kiama, staying in a cabin. Mum stayed for the whole seven days, volunteering her car for transport as it is the smallest and most economical to run. My sister Catherine arrived on Saturday and stayed until Wednesday, at which time the pressure to return to her ratty kids (the youngest is 11 or so, and the oldest 19) forced her to return home, but hopefully the time away did her some good.

I spent a lot of time either in the surf beyond the breakers and away from the small children who always delight in squeeing and yelling in really obnoxious tones (of course my children never did this, why they were always and at all times perfect angels), or in the pool just treading water in the deepest part, so mostly the kids stayed on the edges and splashed about there. (That reads like I don't like kids, but that's also not essentially correct, I love kids, just give me a little space that's all I ask).

Unfortunately the neighbours at the caravan park decided to hold a couple of all night drinking sessions, which I slept through ok, but Catherine is a light sleeper (years of night duty in intensive care?). I always think the funniest thing about other people's parties is when one of the group is slightly sober, and spends lots of time sushing the others, and then they all giggle and just get louder. Sorry Catherine, but really I did not hear them, although in sympathy for you I must admit I rattled the tin garbage bin rather ferociously around 7am the next day. slightly more than once. (hey its all part of the living in each other's pockets that is caravan park life).

We visited the blow holes (little and big) several times, and sadly the only time either were performing their acquatic show was on the last two days, after the southerly change blew through.

On the way home but before leaving Kiama, we did a drive around to the Kiama Harbour and then the rock pool. Is it just me or is it wierd that two men at two different, but extremely public places, just decided to drop their daks and get changed? One was in the car park at the rock pool, under the blow hole lookout. Right beside his car but clearly in view one 55ish man just was standing there drying off and getting changed, buck naked people!!!!! (and he was nothing special I can tell you). The other was one of a pair of foreign back packers who were camping (illegally) outside the very stinky loos beside the rock pool. The young man (who was completely the opposite of car park guy) was standing and stretching after obviously having a morning dip in the pool wearing only his birthday suit. Now if you have to be exposed to some stranger's nudity first thing in the morning, all I can say is I still have a smile on my face after that show!! He was shortish (5.8 or so) but with no tan lines, and rather nicely built. Thank you universe.

We went out to dinner twice, once for mum's birthday to an Italian joint called Chiachi's which was nice, but we felt like they were rushing us the whole time, and even though it was only about 7.30 when we wanted dessert, they had already run out of the only thing mum wanted, creme brulee. 7.30 people, what about diners who started their night out much later than us??? I mean it was a menu item, not a special (whinge, moan here!) Had the baked riccotta antipasto as a starter, and then chicken/mustard/ sun dried tomatoes with avocado in lemon cream sauce (me), tortoleni bosciola (mum) and steak and sauce with veges (Cat). Too much food, but we took the leftovers home for another night.

the other night was at Monsoon Moon, which is a wierd mix of Thai food with Italian (pumpkin ravioli anyone?). Dinner was delicious, and even without a booking they accommodated us. Thoroughly recommended, we had a vegeterian/tofu with steamed rice, beef massaman curry, and pad thai noodles, with a mixed entre to start. Really fresh and delicious.

We visited Berry twice, but had a disappointing experience in Sew and Tell, when we tried to buy the pattern for a piece on display they refused, but we had spent over $200 the day before in their shop buying the exact yarn to construct this very piece, very frustrating ladies, and guess what, apart from the Cascade 220, we can get everything else you sell at Tapestry Craft (Morris and Sons) in the city, or online too, if we want, so that's one day trip off the itinerary.

We went to the Berry markets and had the best time, bought various condiments / pickles / chutneys and some candy too! I took my spindle (as I always do) and while waiting at various times for my sister or mother, stood under the nearest shade and spun away, amazing both small children and adults, and I'm not even very good at it, but I suppose if you have never seen yarn made from fluff before it is an astonishing thing.

All in all we have had a very good week.

And dear scarf pal (ise 7) I also worked on your pressy of a night time, when I was sitting and not watching the 3 / 4 hours of news per night (mum, get broadband for your computer and you will never watch television news again).

sexy garbage can photos, lactating asian babes, skany earings.

Labels: holidays, Kiama

posted by gemma @ 11:03 am