The ‘Let’s get fat’ List

Sash and I came up with a list of food places that we would like to go to. It’s a Google Doc that’s shared between the two of us, which Sash has appropriately named the ‘Let’s get fat’ List. We’re not really trying to put on weight, actually we’re trying not to put on weight. But… looking at the list, I doubt we’d be able to lose any weight. The problem with this list is… we keep adding places to the list and it never seems to get shorter no matter how hard we try to get places checked off.

Here’s our list so far:

A singing barista

There is nothing like a good brunch to fill your tummy!

Red Door Bakery

Sash and I went there close-ish to closing time. By then, there weren’t many things left, the display shelves were mostly empty.

The people there were really nice and friendly. The barista above posed and smiled for me when she saw me snapping pictures, I didn’t even ask. She was so nice. She also started singing Auld Lang Syne awhile later whilst brewing coffee for another table.

Ice coffee

I got an ice coffee and a massaman angus beef pie.

Massaman angus beef pie

I would’ve preferred to try their original/traditional angus beef pie, but there were none left. And during the time we were sitting there enjoying our pies, the other remaining pies were quickly sold out. Lesson learnt: Get there early!

Sash's verdict

I liked my pie. And the coffee was good too. Sash had an ice chocolate and she loved the chocolate ice cream they used. I tried to get her to ask them where they got their ice cream from (did they make it themselves or sourced from elsewhere), but she didn’t. It shall forever remain a mystery then.

I’ve already decided what I’ll be getting the next time I’m back – Traditional angus beef pie and a sausage roll!

Sash’s perspective on things: click here

Just along the beach

It was a poor attempt to exercise. But the whole house headed off to the beach for a walk. We walked from Seacliff to Brighton and then back again.

The sun in our faces

There wasn’t a cloud in the sky. Perfect beach weather. We decided to walk along the shore towards Brighton, then walk on the foot paths back to the car to shake off the sand on our feet.

Brighton Jetty

The thing was, it wasn’t all sand towards Bright Jetty, we had to wade in water at certain parts. And I didn’t really want to get wet because I didn’t have extra clothes with me. None of us did. As we approached the part where people were wading across a short ‘channel’ type thing, Sash tried to reassure me that I wouldn’t get wet because the person ahead was only ankle-deep in water. That person was probably 6 feet tall, mind you, I am pathetically small. Where that person’s ankle would be where my knees are. Sure enough, when I got into the water, the water was somewhere between my ankles and knees. When we reached another one, I was practically screaming ‘That person’s knees would be where my hips reach!’. I somehow managed to escape dry though.

Nobody wants a photo with Sash. Hahaha

Fishing while the sun's setting

Tasmania in the summer (Part 4)

View from Mount Wellington

All I remember from day 5 was that we went up Mount Wellington and then meeting Dan C for dinner and desserts. I apologise for the poorly stitched panorama shot of the view from Mount Wellington, plus it was a gloomy day. When we got to the peak, it was so cloudy we couldn’t see anything. We were practically in the clouds, literally. And it was crazy windy. It was a quick rush out of the car, quick snaps snaps and then back into the car. Down the mountain, look for a spot with less clouds and trees, snap snap and then back down the mountain again.

After that we went to meet Dan C for dinner. And I was welcomed to Hobart with a bottle of Ribena (thank you!). It seems my addiction to Ribena is also well known interstate and possibly internationally amongst friends of friends of friends… Hmm. (PS. Dan C, that bottle of Ribena’s almost gone.)

After dinner I was then presented with a Momo mug (Momo is Hobart’s only bubble tea store?) and a roll of slide film (thank you)! Yay for slide film and cross processing! And thanks Dan C for meeting up with us and suggesting places we should try to visit.

Day 6 was spent in Richmond, a small town just out of Hobart.

What Hobart used to look like

Tasmania in the summer (Part 3)

Day 4 was spent on Bruny Island. Where the population is 600 and the island is about the size of Singapore. Singapore, is a country with a population of about 5 million. I reckoned that we could fit the whole Bruny Island’s population in one of our HDB buildings and maybe still have room to spare.

Driving onto the ferry

You can get to Bruny Island from Hobart via ferry. You drive your car onto the ferry and you pay a price according to what you’re driving, regardless of how many people’s in the car. After a short ferry ride, you’re on Bruny Island!

Our main objective was to get to the lighthouse, which was on the other side of the island. The roads on Bruny Island are really easy to navigate and it’s not easy to get lost because, it’s basically one main road that goes about the whole island with the occasional turn. The most, you stick to the same road and make a round about the island. It’s not that big anyway.

Lighthouse ahead

Happy Birthday

Stop being such a bum.

Bedroom shots

Sash's new camera lens

My bedroom ceiling

My bed

Tasmania in the summer (Part 2)

Fruit farm!

Day three in Tasmania was spent between Sorell Fruit Farm and Port Arthur.

We headed out bright and early, and our first stop was the Sorell Fruit Farm as it was on our way to Port Arther. At the fruit farm, you pay for a punnet and you get to stuff as many fruits as you can into it and bring home. You get to pick whatever fruits that were in season at the time. While we were there, heaps of berries (strawberries, blackberries, raspberries, and berries names I can’t remember), peaches and cherries were in season.

Cherries

Just an ordinary afternoon

The grandma went outside to take in the laundry, but she spent ages outside. When I went out to look for her, she told me that someone had fallen onto the roof below. My first reaction was… WHAT?? Wouldn’t there be blood and guts everywhere then? EEEW! And then she told me that he was still alive.

Bird's eye view

Waiting for the firemen to get him down

And he was still alive and moving. But it looked like he broke his legs. By this time, there was a small crowd and people from the neighbouring blocks were also peeking out from the corridor.

I wonder what happened. How does one manage to get themselves on the roof of a covered walkway?? I was speculating what happened with my grandma. Did he jump? Did he drop something and was trying to get it and then fall? Did someone push him? WHAT WAS HE DOING ON THE ROOF??

That was my afternoon whilst I was being a bum.

The end.

Tasmania in the summer (Part 1)

This space has been so neglected, it’s not even funny. I’m sorry I’ve been way more occupied in Singapore than to sit down edit pictures and come up with an entry. I mean, how can I pass up on yummy Singaporean deliciousness (as in food). Right?

As such, I’ve forgotten how I had originally intended this blog entry to be like. I had it all planned out in my head and everything. And then food was placed in front of me, and then I forgot everything. Go me!

So anyway, I spent a couple of days in Hobart during the summer break before returning to Singapore. Here’s what we did during our second day. Our first day only consisted of dinner, a little bit of exploring and then sleep.

The glass elevator that takes you 3 floors into the ground

Recommended by a friend of a friend. We headed to Mona, which is really this area in Hobart which is entirely owned by this really rich guy. It has a hotel/resort/chalet, restaurant, vineyard, winery and a museum. The museum is basically an art museum where he stores his art collection. It was pretty cool because the museum was situated in a cliff. Three whole levels. INSIDE A CLIFF. I think the owner basically thought ‘I’ve got all these art work. Where should I store them? I know! I shall just dig into that cliff I own and store them all there!’

Not gonna lie. Being three levels into a cliff was kinda cool. Being a non-resident of Tasmania, we had to pay a small entrance fee. You were then given an iTouch which had been formated especially for the museum. As you moved through different parts of the museum, you press this ‘Where am I’ button, it senses where you are, and then comes up with a list of art works that you’re close to. You get to read up about the works, who the artists were, what the owner thought about it and blablabla. And then it kinda remembers your route around the museum and you can get it emailed to you.

My route

It also allowed you to vote whether you liked the artwork or not.