Home is ....
....hard to leave.
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
they said that the world was built for two
I made a new friend at the beginning of the summer.
We've had a few adventures.
Walking to work is never dull.
We spent the first half of the summer tiptoeing through the rubble of King Street ....
... past the fallen trees on Bathurst ....
....until we caught the boat to work....
.... and watch the city flaunt her pretty buildings.
She brought out all the pretty colours while I was busy learning that
the only way to get married is Ukrainian.
Crowns!
Deep fried Mars bars are a very good thing.
We've also been on a few airplanes and had our passports stamped a couple of times.
But we've left all the hustle of the city behind for a bit.
We're enjoying the county for a few days
We're enjoying the county for a few days
And as always, making new friends.
Ps. Sorry the blog has been so slow lately, Instagram has been busy stealing my heart.
Follow me there if you like, just look up "rubyclicks".
Friday, July 8, 2011
This American Visit - Chicago
Last weekend was the first weekend I’d had off since I started working at the little airport. I knew I had to do something special, and then the idea struck me as I was walking home.
We figured out everything just in time to get on an airplane ......
... and enjoy the hottest day of the year they’d seen so far in Chicago.
This classy old man stole my heart. He was waving his umbrella up and down trying to hail a cab. I would have jumped in had he asked.
I owe you a bit of an apology though. I didn’t take many pictures of my favourite things. I know that’s strange but I was feeling a little camera shy - I’m a bit out of practice … however I can offer you these little pearls of wisdom; if you order the shrimp and grits at The Southern they will be amazing, shopping around Wicker Park will make your closet prettier, and you should absolutely drink a few too many Moscow Mules in at the Bar Deville and then dance with the locals… you never know what you’ll find behind the curtains.
... and enjoy the hottest day of the year they’d seen so far in Chicago.
We followed the crowds.....
.... and stumbled upon the Taste of Chicago at Bryant Park.
Mmmmm, pulled pork sandwiches with lots of bbq sauce mmmmmmM
This classy old man stole my heart. He was waving his umbrella up and down trying to hail a cab. I would have jumped in had he asked.
I owe you a bit of an apology though. I didn’t take many pictures of my favourite things. I know that’s strange but I was feeling a little camera shy - I’m a bit out of practice … however I can offer you these little pearls of wisdom; if you order the shrimp and grits at The Southern they will be amazing, shopping around Wicker Park will make your closet prettier, and you should absolutely drink a few too many Moscow Mules in at the Bar Deville and then dance with the locals… you never know what you’ll find behind the curtains.
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Of Ladies & Cherry Blossoms
A little over a year ago three very special ladies travelled very far to pay me a visit. I’m not sure why it’s taken me this long to post the photos, but it just so happens that now is a particularly perfect time to share. If you’ve seen me at all over past few weeks I’ve probably tried to drag you out to see the cherry blossoms in High Park. Flowers/plants make me happy and I assume they should do the same for you.
This story really should start the night before we went to biggest cherry blossom festival in Korea. A few of us and the ladies went out for one of those big Korean dinners where they fill your table with a million little delicious dishes. Mme wouldn’t eat anything with meat in it as her children had planted the doubt that Koreans might eat dog the way westerners eat beef.
Despite our best attempts she politely refused to budge. I may be partially to blame. The night they arrived I took 2 of the ladies to a famous Korean restaurant I’d been curious about for a while. None of my friends would ever agree to eat there, and my lack of Korean resulted in us ordering deep fried chicken bums. I love you ladies.
After dinner we had a few drinks in Seomeyon.
Rhylon picked out the records that made the ladies smile.
Eventually it was time to go home. We had a big day ahead of us and sleep would be the wisest choice. As the cab approached Gwangali I mentioned my friend Dougie’s bar. Mme gave a mischievous smile, and within a few seconds she and I jumped out of the cab, much to the surprise of the other 2 ladies. A new cast of characters quickly assemble.
They quickly became big fans of Mme.
And what would a Wednesday night be without a little norebang?
We snuck back to the hotel around 4 or so in the morning careful not to wake the other sleeping ladies.
The next day we set out bright and early for Jinhea. It was a bit of an adventure. There are two main bus terminals in Busan. I brought us to the wrong one. Had I done my homework we would have gone to Sasang and sat on a nice comfy bus all the way to Jinhae. Instead we knew we would get as far as Masan and then something was going to happen, we weren’t quite sure what, but from what little English the ticket lady spoke, we gathered something would happen there.
In Masan we walked around the station a little confused ...
... then we walked around outside a little confused.
Eventually someone ordered one of the fierce ajummas who was washing the windows to help us. We followed her down the road from the bus station and waited until the local bus arrived.
Eventually lots and lots of flowers were seen.
This year I made it out to High Park just in time to catch the blossoms. It's no Jinhea, and they ladies weren't there, but they still managed to make me smile.
Despite our best attempts she politely refused to budge. I may be partially to blame. The night they arrived I took 2 of the ladies to a famous Korean restaurant I’d been curious about for a while. None of my friends would ever agree to eat there, and my lack of Korean resulted in us ordering deep fried chicken bums. I love you ladies.
After dinner we had a few drinks in Seomeyon.
Rhylon picked out the records that made the ladies smile.
Eventually it was time to go home. We had a big day ahead of us and sleep would be the wisest choice. As the cab approached Gwangali I mentioned my friend Dougie’s bar. Mme gave a mischievous smile, and within a few seconds she and I jumped out of the cab, much to the surprise of the other 2 ladies. A new cast of characters quickly assemble.
They quickly became big fans of Mme.
And what would a Wednesday night be without a little norebang?
We snuck back to the hotel around 4 or so in the morning careful not to wake the other sleeping ladies.
The next day we set out bright and early for Jinhea. It was a bit of an adventure. There are two main bus terminals in Busan. I brought us to the wrong one. Had I done my homework we would have gone to Sasang and sat on a nice comfy bus all the way to Jinhae. Instead we knew we would get as far as Masan and then something was going to happen, we weren’t quite sure what, but from what little English the ticket lady spoke, we gathered something would happen there.
In Masan we walked around the station a little confused ...
... then we walked around outside a little confused.
Eventually someone ordered one of the fierce ajummas who was washing the windows to help us. We followed her down the road from the bus station and waited until the local bus arrived.
Eventually lots and lots of flowers were seen.
This year I made it out to High Park just in time to catch the blossoms. It's no Jinhea, and they ladies weren't there, but they still managed to make me smile.
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