This is the second time I’ve been to Moruya, a country town located on the South Coast, a four hours’ drive from Sydney.
We always go with Dad’s two friends, Uncle Phuoc (yes, quite an unfortunate name) and Uncle Son, for out-of-Sydney trips a couple of times a year. It has been such a tradition for almost since we moved interstate. …continue reading "Fishing in Moruya".
It may be flippant to some, but the Bankstown Children’s Festival would have to be one of the most memorable yearly festivals for me here in Sydney. This year, on the tenth anniversary of the festival, the day was ineluctably hot (a scorching 30 degrees on the eve of spring) and the teeny boppers were plentiful. …continue reading "Bankstown Children’s Festival 2008".
We began our foray in Town Hall at noon, sauntering down to Circular Quay, where the pilgrims were starting to build up in mass numbers along the edge. Overhead was a computerised woman’s voice, admonishing pilgrims: “Wash your hands before you eat.”
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