Rottnest and the Quokkas

When I were a wee lass… just a few short years ago… I had a friend named Weapon, who told me stories of the Quokkas on Rottnest Island. I wasn’t going to be in his home town, and not go and see the quokkas. Poor Himself didn’t have a chance.

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Other than wanting to go, this side excursion was mostly unplanned. So it was off to the concierge asking him to wield his magic for us! (I love a good concierge! They can do anything!) Would you like to know more?

Cultivating Zen

We have a special treat for you today ladies and gentlemen of the audience, that’s right, it’s a post from your favourite and mine, Himself! Give him a round of applause! *claps* And remember, if you treat him very nicely we may be able to convince him to come back for future posts too! *continues clapping* Take it away Himself!!!

Something I’ve wanted for a long time now, is a zen garden of my very own. Something I’ve not yet had, however, are the resources for a full-sized one – and now that we live in an apartment in Amsterdam, it’s going to be a while before we have the real-estate on which to build one of those.

Chance favouring the prepared mind and all that, I’ve mulled over the idea of a desktop version, because this is feasible here and now, and it’s a nicely low-commitment way to try out the idea. The web is a great source of inspiring pictures, so the trap was all set to spring when we wandered around the Osdorp Tuincentrum. Among the Christmas decorations, trains and ski-gondola rides, they just happened to have a bin of wooden trays about the right size and texture. Previous visits had just happened to draw our attention to the various types and colours of ground-mica decorative fillings, so I seized upon both. No zen garden is complete without a major feature of some kind, and your esteemed blog-host was resourceful enough to direct me to the aquarium section. The result was this: my very own improvised starter-kit.

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The next thing to do, obviously, is combine them and then reveal just how limited my creative streak really is! Would you like to know more?

In which the Ghoti travels Pt1

Adventures are always more fun with Himself involved, and he out did himself with the organisation of this one! As usual for us we both over estimated how much we could fit into each day and packed way too much. Both in clothing and activities! Oh why oh why are there only 24 hours in a day? And why do I need to sleep?

But just for you (or maybe me) I have taken notes, and photos in order to recreate it all for you!

First there was a plane.


With the obligatory B movie reference.


And we flew North to the land of sun and sand.


In our first hotel we had this view. (Tough to take, I know.)


I never quite got over how the beach just goes on forever into the horizon.


The first theme park we went to was Seaworld. Where we went on rides,


spent a lot of time taking photos of sharks both over water


and from underwater.


And possibly not quite successfully resisting


buying toys. (Though this one still isn’t at his forever home …)


There is still much more to come, so stay tuned!