tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-277066222012-02-16T14:51:37.333-05:00Sometimes I go places and do thingsCandicehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16226232937287822047noreply@blogger.comBlogger881100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27706622.post-79465178812208901732007-11-16T01:32:00.000-05:002007-11-16T01:41:37.243-05:00

Jodi from Blooming Writer tagged me with a Eight Random Things meme. I just love reading these from an anthropological point of view.Here are the rules:1. When tagged, you must link to the person who tagged you.2. Then post the rules before your list, and list eight random things about yourself.3. At the end of the post, you must tag and link to eight other people.Okay, here we go with my eight

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One of the blogs I visit quite frequently is TumainiKids. It's a blog written by orphans who live at the Tumaini Children's Center in Nyeri, Kenya. The blog is part of the Hope Runs project which was started by these two amazing girls Lara & Claire (see TrippingOnWords.com) who I've mentioned before. Normally the kids write an account of their day, or their hopes for the future. It's usually

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Not to be confused with the Rio de Janeiro Carnival, the Carnival of Flowers is a more sombre affair. I was asked to put my saving the world (carbon footprint project) on hold for a week to help out with building our shire's flower display, and here are some of the pics:

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Gee, it was almost two months ago that I went to Melbourne for a Local Government Sustainable Development Conference. I was back in the city of street art and hare krishna.I stayed at The Oaks on Collins, which I highly recommend. The rooms are super chic and you can enjoy your coffee in the breakfast bar while admiring the 19thC Rialto Towers through floor to ceiling windows.I want to put a BIG

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After six years of licensed driving I finally have my own car. Problem is I’m too scared to touch it. At the moment it’s at home sitting in the driveway.You see I had plans to buy a Hyundai Getz like Sammie’s however one weekend Dad cunningly drove me past the Suzuki dealership and since we had no other plans we took the new release SX4 for a test drive. We speed down the range though I was more

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I always wondered, how did a dancer become a Principal ballet dancer? Was it freakish talent, the persona of a total bitch, having a Sugar-Daddy, or a pushy Mother? On Friday night at the International Gala of Ballet I found the answer quite simply. Somewhere between the Korean Pas de Deux and the interval I leaned over to my host and whispered, Who is she? He knew who I was talking about

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One of the Crows Nest Shire Councillors has a business called; Livin' the Dash. This made no sense to me so I asked his wife when I saw her at the Hampton Food & Wine festival. She'd already had a few to drink, and so was very fluent in telling me what the philosophy was all about. She started off reciting a poem but realised she'd forgotten, but it didn't matter, I'd understood the gist of the

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The Bunnyconnellen cellar door was officially opened a few weekends ago. Launched in style with an Art Preview Cocktail Party on Saturday evening followed by a Sunday Picnic and Gourmet BBQ open to the public.Three minutes prior to the 10am opening on Sunday Mum asked me to ‘help’ behind the bar. That was the last thing I remember until I finally escaped, on dusk, to sit with friends.Mica, Nic (

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As most of you know I’ve settled down in the studio at Bunnyconnellen while I fulfil my new contract (creating a Carbon Footprint program) at the local Crows Nest Shire Council. My little house on the prairie I’m trying to make the most of every day on the property as I know in time I’ll inevitably end up in Brisbane. So I treasure waking up early each morning to the sound of birds squawking (

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We were given a bag of freshly picked passionfruits, and with all my training as "chef's little helper", I thought I'd just whip up a cake as I waited for my lasagne to bake.I beat that little cake with my bare hands, no mix masters or hand held electric mixers - no no no, this was Country Woman's Association style. So when it had been in for 15mins and had achieved a text book golden brown

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We finished painting the door. However I haven't been game to tell them it reminds me of an area of Amsterdam I once saw. PJ's now started with the paving ... Mum and I resting our legs during the Garden Tour in Pittsworth."How's the serenity?"

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[standing over Franky's body] Bad Boy Lincoln: What has he got a tea cozy on his head for? Sol: [sarcastic] To keep his head warm. Bad Boy Lincoln: Well, what's the matter with him? Vinny: He's been shot in the face, Lincoln. I would've thought that was obvious. Compliments of Snatch quotes.

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Planting bulbs in our 'secret' garden.Naturally placed river rocks, agapanthus and spring bulbs at Bunnyconnellen.Later that week I was telling Dad about my gardening plans and asked him why he wasn't interested in having a green thumb. He informed me that he already has a green thumb;it's just a 40f gyral air seeder behind a 300 hp tractor - in a BIG 'garden'!

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Barry sent me these photos taken with his mobile phone: Chef's little helper: "eat me" said the chocolate truffle"no" said C"but I'm so dark and creamy" "no, it's unprofessional""but you're only a helper!""ahh" - munch munch. sigh. Making pasta for staff lunch (B and I always knew the right time to drop in) CSI Cape Town Sunday lunch antics(Chef's business partner Craig in the background)If

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B just sent these photos taken at the kid’s program, Reach for a Dream which he attended a few weekends ago. Chef taught the underprivileged kids how to make bread dough which they turned into rolls for their hot dogs.For kids who eat pap (corn meal) every day of their lives big bowls of sweets and delicious hot dogs really are a dream come true - definitely a blog worthy event.

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Mum and I did some voluntary work at the local council nursery. In return they gave us a few Liquid Amber trees. We planted them in our new Guests Car Park to give shade – though that will be about 10 years away!

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One of the latest projects at Bunnyconnellen has been renovating one of the property’s sheds into a Cellar Door. Here we are testing the new colour - red is good feng shui - and sanding the doors.The scary handyman - Peter.I used to wear white gloves at Sotheby's too.But I think that was to protect the paintings rather than my newly polished nails!

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I know I promised that this year, for the very first time in our 6 year relationship, I would be with you on your birthday. However fate has intervened and I’m forced again to wish you the happiest of birthdays from a distance.As I’ve already told you, your birthday present is under your bed – I knew you’d never look there! So enjoy the surprise when you get home this evening.Birthday Present

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The first day we had booked the 5am game drive B and I slept right through the alarm clock. Our friends, noticing everything being very quiet in our room, decided that we must have been very organised and already up at reception waiting.It was definitely worth setting both alarms the next day: Three cubs practising their hunting skills.

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Our first stop on the way to Bakubung was the colonial town Majtiesfontain (pronounced Mar-keys-fontain) once an outpost for British Officers during the Boer War. B and I had spent a night here a few years previously. Drinking in the pub accompanied by an old fella playing old tunes on the piano with as much gusto as a Madonna concert. The little chapel which seats only 20 The pub with its

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These little monkeys skilfully jumped the electric barbed wire fenced to play in front of our house every morning. But you had to be careful. Before you knew it they were in our kitchen making off with our mangos and watermelon!So human-like in their movements and interaction with each other. It was fascinating.border="0" />

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We went road tripped north to Bakabung (pronounced baka-boom) for our week of summer holidays. The boys in their element: Beer, Braai (BBQ) and Cricket A summer holiday isn't a summer holiday without Pina ColadasAround 4pm on NYE we discovered an invitation for a Pirates of the Carribean Party. Ahhr, I seeh you 'ave your berd.Of course Jusin knew a good drinking game involving cards, and guess

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On Sunday Sammie and I helped Mum celebrate her birthday by visiting GoMA, Brisbane’s modern art gallery. To make a day of it we left the car behind and took the City Cat (ferry) up the river and then strolled along the Southbank promenade until researching the newly renovated museum and gallery complex.I’ll admit we spent equally amounts of time in the gallery shop and café as in the gallery

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On Mum’s birthday (Sat 17 Feb) we attended a local community group session on Making Handmade Cards. Mummy, Marnie and I thought it would be a great laugh and were looking forward to it as none of us could remember the last time we played with craft glue and paint.Mum and Marnie having a ball.The birthday girl & her cake.As usual I embarrassed myself with how industrious I was, making 10 cards

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Our Mulberry tree is bearing fruit so for dessert Mum and I made stewed Mulberries with Homemade Custard.After almost 7 years of independent cooking I was rudely awoken to the fact that a table spoon is NOT the spoon we use everyday (this would be a dessert spoon), and thus every recipe I have cooked up until now has been measured incorrectly: I now see my Pie in new light.Introducing from the

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I’ve officially moved into The Artists Studio. But it’s a bit lonely being just me. So I picked some flowers to reminisce a Vanilla Bouquet B and I had bought in Cape Town.Vanilla Bouquet Champagne Roses & Bowl of FigsBunnyconnellen Kitchen

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Sunday morning had Sammie and I out of bed far too early – Dad was enticing us with cooked breakfast. And before I knew it we were at Hovenden surprising Mum and PJ who were there visiting Marnie and Pang. Far too hangover to coordinate a special surprise, I just made a run for it, trying not to be spotted by everyone brunching in the courtyard.Shame, poor Mummy almost had a heart attack. I

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Sammie and I surprised Dad at home. Sammie told him to sit on her bed with his hands out as she had a late birthday surprise for him. I crept in and put my hands in his and we squealed, “Surprise!”. He late told us that he was startled and opened his eyes early because he could hear two sets of breathing in the room – true, I was panting from having run in off the street where I was hiding. After

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Even though I have a return ticket to Australia with Qantas, of course, at such short notice I couldn’t get a seat. There were seats available, but no, my ticket could not be upgraded into another economy class seat. Yes, externally they all look the same, but in the system each seat is different. I was pulling my hair out. Darling B said it wasn’t a problem and I should just save from stressing

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The mission was not accomplished. I flew to Zambia with the intentions of re-entering South Africa to gain a new 3 month Tourist Visa, but no, I was called a Border Hopper instead.“but, ahh, Zambia is not on the boarder of South Africa”“it doesn’t matter, you’re still a border hopper”“oh, but…“you have to go back to where you came from”“oh, but…“you have seven days”“but please…. asseblief!”“okay

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Heaven amongst the mad streets of Havana - La Floridita! La Boca Beach, where the river meets the sea.Trinidad

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Earlier that morning I’d been browsing in the Wordsworth book shop and flicking through a book dedicated to the art of baking pies.Yummy.So that night I decided I would cook my first pie. A pie just for me - Happy Australia Day. I looked up a recipe in the Maggie Beer cookbook (Mum and PJ gave it to B for Christmas a few years ago) and nothing was going to hold me back.No sour cream for the

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Buena vistaTrinidad's aguardiente is my favourite drink in the world! Served with fresh lime juice and a layer of golden honey on the bottom. Finally we found a bakery and what I guess you could call a deli.

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The plans to drive to Namibia were cancelled as B was needed at work this week. Instead I would have to fly to the capital myself to extend my visa. Of course all the last minute flights were booked on the days we wanted and it was looking rather dismil until I wondered to myself – what does African Jungle look like?Enter Dr. David Livingstone.I arrived in Zambia at lunchtime on Monday after

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Unfortunately, because my Visa runs out on Monday and I can’t have it renewed here in SA, B and I have to drive to Namibia on Sunday.It’s a long way, a very long tiring drive for Barry. The positive is we’ll get to spend some quality time together before he leaves on his 3 week business trip. But really overall it’s just a hassle that takes him away from work and adds more stress in an already

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After the morning's church service the family gathered at Nutwood Gardens for the Great Unwrapping.(Note: New shoes and dress, from B) Some of the gifts I received included: an insulated hot pink water bottle; a weeks holiday at Bakabung; a camping chair; perfume; place mats; a coffee mug, coffee and chocolate biscotti gift pack; a gift voucher; tangerine body-butter. I also ‘did a Barney’ and

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Christmas Eve was hosted by Tara as she was introducing Charles' family to the Solomons. We enjoyed a garden braai of ribs and chop with Tara's famous Meringues with Choc Sauce and Berries for dessert.The soon to be engaged - Charles and Tara. I just adore this Christmas decoration from Namibia. The fan moves naturally from the hot air rising.Practising their "Blue Steel" look.Dad - look at the

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As you all know I hate culler and excess material possessions, but I have one weakness: Christmas Tree Decorations.Back in 2001 when I was very homesick in the UK I took a trip to New York City to raise my spirits. I don’t even remember where the shop was, but I can remember its exact layout. Huge green and white Christmas trees filled its interior and the walls were covered in decorations of

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Driving through the creek in the Bakkie.... scary stuff! Okay, so the creek has a road next to it... The main campsite. The kids (ie. Us, Tara & Charles and Justin & Sandra) had to take another site. All smiles; B, Aunty Line and Tara.We stopped for a snack at a Servo and look who overtook us! Getting the group ready for the pre-walk photo. You can see the main camp site and braai area in the

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Ready to Hike to the Waterfall (pictures of waterfall will be uploaded later)We packed the trusty bakkie (4x4) on Thursday evening. Dusting off our equipment, charging the lantern, filling the cooler box (esky) and discovering a half eaten cheesecake in our picnic hamper from a Valentine’s picnic 2 years ago – thank goodness for preservatives: it didn’t have a speck of mold on it.On Friday left

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As some of you may know, I’ve recently applied for a graduate position. Making it into the second round, I was requested to conduct an online assessment. It took about an hour and reminded me of all of those state exams as a kid, where you filled out your answer by colouring a circle with dark pencil.It all seemed to go well. The number ones were a little confusing but I managed to work them out;

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Barry and I spend a lot of time in the evenings and over the weekends walking around the Welgevonden estate. Only 75% of the plots have been developed so there are always new houses and gardens to sticky-beak at.After one of these walks we arrived back to our house and thought; wouldn’t it be nice to have some greenery in front of our place? Then I came up with the idea of a trellis, making a

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I’ve learnt now, but for a while, B & I used to go through the same routine most nights.C: Baby, what do you feel like for dinner; Tomato & Mushroom Pasta or Malay Curry with Caramelized Pumpkin? (Calling from within the pantry)B: Where’s the meat? (Asked with exasperation)C: Oh.So don’t tell B but the other evening the only protein in the house was a thick slab of steak. Under no circumstance

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Thank you everyone for the birthday wishes, I ended up having a whole week of celebrations. Okay, not all the dinners out were to congratulate me on surviving 24 years, but that didn’t stop me pretending.I’m going to try my hand at a small critique of the restaurants I visited last week:Tuesday Night – Wafu, Mouille Point, Cape TownYuppie without the pretentiousness of Camps Bay, this sushi

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Fairview Wine Estate.Goats do Roam - the label speaks for itself. We visited Fairview, near Paarl, on Sunday morning. Completing a 6 glass wine and cheese tasting before midday - what are weekends for? We bought a selection of cheeses home with us and that evening I cooked a delicious Roast Pumpkin & Chevin Goats Cheese Rissotto for the extended family at Nutwood Gardens. The Goatfather

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Preparing potatoes for the PotjieMaak daai Potjie (Make the Potjie)Roer daai Potjie (Stir)Proei daai Potjie (Taste)Dis Potjie Kos! (It’s Potjie food!)We had another relaxing weekend in the Western Cape with highlights being:*Eating delicious Chorizo & Olive pizza over looking Camps Bay beach on Friday evening as the sunset. *Followed by sleeping over in the city apartment, allowing us to make an

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The other day I noticed a black board across the road from Welgevonden advertising freshly picked blueberries.See the sign in the background?Unfortunately the opening hours for this little farm stall, which was just up the road, were also Barry’s work hours. Having deciding that walking there probably wasn’t the safest I decided to wait until Thursday when I would accompany Chef to his lecture on

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View of Le Petite FermeA few Sundays ago we took at day trip to Franschoek (French Corner) so named because of the French Huguenots who fled France and prosecution by the Catholic Church and settled, just north of Cape Town, in picturesque country side framed by two mountains.This little town is now the hub of culinary activity in the Western Cape, with 10 of the 100 top restaurants in South

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Last night we went to play some relaxed pool and have a few drinks, and I was surprised to see girls walking in wearing dresses and superhigh heals (it was a Wednesday night remember!). Then a little later we went for some burgers (I’d already had some veggies for dinner, blacklash from my months overindulgence in Colombian brownies) and all these kids (18 year olds) we walking past in fairy

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Today my little sister, who I usually picture as a 3 year old with long curly hair has turned 21! Samantha, ever delightful, while camping in Byron Bay When Sammie visited me in Melbourne - Penthouse Party My most darling friends, Daniel and Samantha (Daniel, not to be confused with Sammie's NZ boyfriend, Dan)In my brilliance I organized for a Colombian friend to delivery Samantha her birthday

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Over the weekend I wrecked my manicure by gaining a green thumb. We went to one of the biggest nurseries in Cape Town, complete with pet centre, outdoor animal nursery (cute goats, pigs and turtles), café and boring art gallery. I laughed the whole way around as Barry randomly pointed out plants calling them the wrong name – “ look lilies” as he points to hibiscus, “lavender” as we walk past

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I just love all the old art deco posters highlightly exotic destinations to be reached by ship or train! More coming soon.

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I just spent the morning wandering around the Waterfront in Cape Town. Popping into the tourist shops, walking over the habour bridge, taking in the view of the clock tower and Table Mountain- just generally wasting time while Barry was in a meeting.The Cape Grace Hotel in the Waterfront, Cape TownWhen I was taking in the view of Table Mt, which I heard someone say is like the waterfront's tiara,

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I just found this cute map on the net, and thought I'd show you where I am.Welcome to the Western Cape of South Africa.I would write more, but I have to run... ps. Cape Town is the light brown part on the left, and Stellenbosch, where I'm currently living, is the bright yellow part.Bye xox

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At least the Cuban socialist government supports the arts. In the museums I visited I was surprised by how liberal, and in some cases shocking, the topics and images were. But in the streets it was definately more laid back; lots of colour.This style of painting can be found on almost every street corner. I took this photo next to the pool in our resort in Valdero.

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Let me introduce my darling friend and flatmate, Melissa Afanador.This is us shaking it down in the tiny club Escobar Roses (named after infamous drug dealer Pablo Escobar) in down town Bogotá. We were kept dancing all night by El Árbol (the tree), he is amazing, one of the best DJs I´ve ever heard.Tomas doing his thang, Melissa & Juan-Fe.

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I’ve been tagged to comment on the Travelers Lunch Box forum: Things to Eat Before You Die. Not so much a Monster’s Ball (the last meal provided to someone before execution) but things you love to eat, or think others should try. I was thinking of hot flaky croissants, stinky blue cheeses, ripe figs, oysters, my favourite cocktails and dishes I´ve tried while traveling. But my list of Top 5 meals

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This week I moved out of my glamorous one bedroom, two bathroom apartment with open kitchen and fireplace and into my friend Melissa´s lounge room. It has a fold out bed which if you sit in the middle of it, as I did this morning, collapses on you.I have LOVED living by myself. I have relished in the solitude, enjoyed the chilly weekends in front of the open fire (yes, everyone, I build a fire!)

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create your own visited country mapI was reading Lara and Claire’s blog: trippingonwords. Its awesome, these two girls are traveling the world because they have nothing better to do, and they are hilarious! At the moment they’re climbing Mt Everest. Anyway, they had this cool map with all the places in the world they have traveled in so far… and of course, I thought, HEY, I want one of those!Well

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Last Friday night I prepared some Mojitos for everyone at work as part of the (now traditional) Happy Hour. Potion:1 part Havana Rum (bought in Cuba)2 parts Freshly Squeezed Lime JuiceTablespoon of sugar to tasteFresh mint leaves on the stalkSodaFill the bottom of each glass – I used my Andres Carne de Res Tropical Juice Bowls – with sugar crystals. Load with mint leaves; pour over the lime juice

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Almost as a follow up on my previous post. Here are some photos of Tairona, a national park on the north coast of Colombia. From looking at the photos, I swear the Heaven´s Mouth beach scenes from the Mexican cult film: Y Tú Mama También were films in these coves. This is the beauty I was talking about, not just the landscape but the style in which the locals and wanderers enjoy it.My friends

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So I´m at my desk in my new job at OZI International, stealing some minutes between typing up work manuals and preparing for interviews. OZI International has been sending Colombians to studying in Australia for more than 6 years. The owner, Diomedes Vivas, sent Catalina and Tomas to RMIT to study with me!I’ve been employed to start-up OZI Migration, and extra service of OZI International. The

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The most beautiful architecture I´ve ever seen. Street after street of artisan plastering, wooden shutters in every colour, Seville hand painted titles, intimate Romeo & Juliet balconies, Cuban flags flying at every interval.Grand buildings abandoned, pealing paint, horses pulling carriages with open wounds, unsmiling faces, no music and no dancing in the streets, only dog poo and rubbish.The

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The holiday house.In the pool.The statue of Mary in the garden.By the poolCanastas

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Awesome, a photo. Finally I´ve been able to upload something! This was taken on Saturday when we had to hop out of the pool for Andrea.

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This weekend I traveled north west via Medellín to celebrate my friend´s sister (Paula)´s 29th birthday. What a party!!!Their holiday house is in the colonial town of Santa Fe which was the first capital of Colombia. This place is historic, stunning! Their house used to be a school, but the old convent kind, with really high ceilings, courtyards, and corridors running along the outside. The whole

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Last week I went on a 12 hour road trip north of Bogotá to the tropical city of Bucaramanga. One of the things I love best about road trips is covering a large enough distance to watch the landscape change and this trip didn’t disappoint. We went from the cold high mountains of Bogotá with pine trees, through farming districts and past lakes, then the sun started to shine and banana trees were in

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On the third day, when it was finally sunny, I sat by the pool the whole day, rubbing in coconut oil that smelt like bananas and reading my book The Covenant – (thanks Mum, it really is interesting). I was just in ore of my surrounding; I came to realize that the tree most representative of happiness and peace is not the olive tree, but the palm tree, how can you be sad looking at that! And yes,

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AUSTRALIA 3-1 JAPANThis morning I spent most of my Spanish tutorial cheering on Australia as the Socceroos scored three times in eight minutes to beat Japan 3-1. I’ve been bitten by the fútbol bug… please send me Aussie T-shirts, zinc cream and stuffed Koalas. It’s great because all Colombians are supporting Australia because we beat Uruguay and the Colombians think Uruguayans are cheats… or

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1.The confusion experienced by a group of people when a cell phone rings and no one is sure whose phone it is. 2. Mistaking a faint sound for the ringing of one's cell phone.In the long month that I was without a mobile phone I am embarrassed to admit I suffered from ringxiety. I would catch myself looking for my phone in my handbag to check for messages, or I would experience audio illusion,

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Yesterday I voluntarily pushed plastic tubes up my nose to sniff – no, not cocaine - but oxygen! After yet another long night of partying (opening night for Fiesta del Mar) I was willing to try anything to lessen my hangover and this new and unusual kind of diversion looked promising… sooo Californian.You know how there are certain acknowledged social conventions that apply when in a bar. Well,

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This church perched on a mountain overlooking the city of Bogotá expounds the catholic belief: to suffer. Luckily we didn’t have to walk the 100m high mountain, but took a funicular instead. Still, many people climb all the way to the church and then – for added grace - crawl on their knees for the last 50m including up stairs leading to the entrance! What was really charming and sooo Colombian,

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A group of Colombians based in Bogotá were found last week to be counterfeiting Australian Dollars! Can you believe it! I thought that was the stuff of fairytales, it seems I was too naive. It’s estimated that there is $3 Trillion dollars of fake money in circulation, of that $42 Billion is in Australian dollars. I though our monopoly coloured plastic was the most difficult to reproduce,

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Popular belief is that Andres Carne de Res is the most spectacular restaurant in all of South America. It´s a Colombian institution. Families and friends gather for lunch and then stay to dance the night away. I was having a sensory overload… the dishes of plantana served on clay plates, coal cooked meats, dips and salsas in wooden saucers, sangria and juice in coconut bowls – the music and live

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On Monday, one of Colombia’s 18 annual long weekends - I told you this was a remarkable country! We took a family trip to the quaint village of Zipaquira, just north of Bogotá, to visit the famous Salt Cathedral. This underground cathedral, which is a contender for the eighth wonder of the modern world, was chiseled out of a former salt mine. Cathedral doesn’t really describe it, it’s more like a

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I know you only read my blog to keep up to date with Cata´s social schedule. She told me last night that she mentioned our Pico y Placa fine and you replied, ¨Yeah Babes, I already know¨. So this photo is for you. It was taken on Cata´s first night here in Bogota, the casting list is as follows: Paula, Tomas, Nico, Random, Luisa and the beautiful Catita. Enjoy.

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I found this amazing book called Hungry Planet written by a husband and wife team. Together they visited 24 families the world over to photograph and document what each family consumed in a week.It’s scary to compare what the US family ate - not surprisingly it was all brightly coloured packaged foods - with the Sudanese family who has a bag of rice and a handful of vegetables supplied by UN

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Believe it or not, once upon a time I would cry at the dinner table if asked to eat pasta carbonara, sorry Mum. Luckily I’ve come a long way and can proudly notch on my wooden spoon the following formidable dishes; escargot in France, haggis in Scotland, I don’t know what but it wasn’t cake in Malayisa, potjie and springbok steaks in South Africa, seaweed in Indonesia, surstromming in Sweden and

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Felipe told me, no Candice, the point of Tejo is to get drunk. Oh, it all makes sense now!The objective of the game – if there really is one - is to throw the Tejo (a heavy weight, flat on the bottom) into a clay pit. There was point scoring at one stage, which seemed to fade out as the number of beer bottles increased. I noticed a variety of styles, such as Lisandro´s run and throw combination,

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Apparently I should be living in Barcelona rather than Bogota.You Belong in BarcelonaWhen it comes to Europe, you don't want to decide between culture and fun. You want art by day and a big party by night.Barcelona is ideal for you. You can check out some Picasso, eat some tapas, take a siesta, and then dance all night!What European City Do You Belong In?

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I was given a whirlwind tour of this stunning city by my friends Bernardo and Teresa, the three highlights were:Firstly, walking through the tree lined Plaza de Armas amongst artists and hawkers into the Santiago Metropolitan Cathedral. It took my breathe away: its three naves, two on the sides and a higher one in the center, the white marble altar and the beautiful statues of saints lining the

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Tonight I experienced the ultimate in home delivery service. Okay, not only do they bring you a perfectly cooked, hot dinner – but they deliver it in a huge metal wok. No pansy plastic Chinese food containers which scream; You Didn’t Cook This Meal! The wok proudly sits on the stove top advertising to your visitors that you spent the whole day slaving (with love) to provide them with the evening’

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It seems here in Bogotá that even if you have a car, a license (Sammie listen up) and are stone sober, you still can’t drive. This bizarre concept cost Catalina & I 280,000 peso the other day on our maiden voyage to the salon. The (rather cute) police officer walked up to our window and announced we were infringement of Pico y Placa (freely translated as odd & even). This is the name of Bogotá’s

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There’s a bell tower outside my bedroom window. Once it kept time for the small village of Usaquen. Today that village has been swallowed by the surrounding city of Bogotá and now the tower overlooks a beautiful park, cobbled streets and bohemian cafes. During my first few nights I would lie awake with jet lag and listen to the clock strike 12midnight, then 12.30, then teasing me that I was still

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Celebrating Catalina’s home coming, her parents Diana & Lisandro organised a huge (and chaotic) family lunch. Seafood marina was served in various sittings.Afterwards, with everyone full and content, we retired to the sitting room to await Catalina´s surprise: a Trio Performance. Comprising of three guitarists, they sang boleros which are slow, rhythmically simple (but sometimes melodically

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Getting your hair cut by a hairdresser who doesn’t speak the same language as you is to put your faith in the fashion trends of the world and the goodness (goodtaste) of the common man. Pointing feverishly to a thumb sized picture in a tacky hair salon magazine (you know the ones) and holding open page 67 of my Lonely Planet phrase book: !No debia haberle dejado tocarme! (I should never have let

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