<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36192388</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:44:50.988+08:00</updated><category term='graphics'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='black and white'/><title type='text'>Stories art Travels (SaT)</title><subtitle type='html'>More stories (fiction) and travel-log than "art" by me.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesatpage.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36192388/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesatpage.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>aMrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16910707114831470047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3730/1941/200/mari.0.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36192388.post-1860908018703077361</id><published>2007-08-06T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T10:38:33.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 9: 14th October 2006, Saturday</title><content type='html'>ROADTRIP - DAY 5 END OF ROADTRIP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cloudy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We attended the morning mass where Fr. Jude introduced us to the small congregation present. After that, which was 20mins later, he kindly drove us to the local train station where we caught the city-bound train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the City. Queen Victoria Market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was about 1/2hr ride so, by the time we reached there, it was already approaching 11am. We headed straight for the Queen Victoria Market by taking a tram there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/RrcyYLNgx6I/AAAAAAAAAKU/7vgKleSijhc/s1600-h/Picture+237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095596894300719010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/RrcyYLNgx6I/AAAAAAAAAKU/7vgKleSijhc/s320/Picture+237.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Signage at the side of the market, along Queen St.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/Rrc33rNgyAI/AAAAAAAAALE/PA09gjILR04/s1600-h/Picture+238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095602933024737282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/Rrc33rNgyAI/AAAAAAAAALE/PA09gjILR04/s320/Picture+238.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The facade of the market facing Victoria St.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Queen Victoria Market is a huge market, somewhat alike to Geylang Seri Wet Market but bigger, neater and definitely drier. We spent quite a bit of time there, browsing the products on sale, especially in the clothes and souvenirs section, but not much of the fresh produce and delicatessen sections. I spent alot of money today, getting souvenirs and nougats, and on top of it, the train ticket cost $9.70 for the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/RrcysbNgx8I/AAAAAAAAAKk/neaEau1fkPM/s1600-h/Picture+240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095597242193070018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/RrcysbNgx8I/AAAAAAAAAKk/neaEau1fkPM/s320/Picture+240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;lunch seated in a back alley of the market&lt;/span&gt;, eating a slice of pizza each as we all had no idea what to eat. Sian... And I bet Juls would like it. -.-" We took a tram and stopped somewhere near David Jones, where we went to look at the yummy cakes and sweets in their food section. Did I mention that David Jones is like our Marks and Spencer? We then hopped onto another tram and went up the road as Mum wanted to visit what she thought was a church, as we saw the spires of a building, which we later found out to be the old Melbourne Goal, where Ned Kelly was hanged. Shivers... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/Rrc2QLNgx9I/AAAAAAAAAKs/qctXOwR1leU/s1600-h/Picture+241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095601154908276690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/Rrc2QLNgx9I/AAAAAAAAAKs/qctXOwR1leU/s320/Picture+241.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The State Parliament House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/Rrc2c7Ngx-I/AAAAAAAAAK0/CUnl5JNvPvA/s1600-h/Picture+242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095601373951608802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/Rrc2c7Ngx-I/AAAAAAAAAK0/CUnl5JNvPvA/s320/Picture+242.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I have no idea where this is but I just realized that the palm tree is right in the middle of the photo. Waha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/Rrc3I7Ngx_I/AAAAAAAAAK8/VfSJommpyas/s1600-h/Picture+243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095602129865852914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/Rrc3I7Ngx_I/AAAAAAAAAK8/VfSJommpyas/s320/Picture+243.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;St. Paul's Anglican Cathedral. Opposite Flinders Street Station.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/Rrc6ubNgyBI/AAAAAAAAALM/pyUmLjnOP1o/s1600-h/Picture+244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095606072645830674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/Rrc6ubNgyBI/AAAAAAAAALM/pyUmLjnOP1o/s320/Picture+244.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The dome of Flinders Street station.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/Rrc7LbNgyCI/AAAAAAAAALU/7iqCJ_r4fX4/s1600-h/Picture+248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095606570862037026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/Rrc7LbNgyCI/AAAAAAAAALU/7iqCJ_r4fX4/s320/Picture+248.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Going back to Hoppers at the wrong platform.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took the train back to Hoppers but not without another adventrue. Someone saw the platform number for the Werribee line to be on platform 10. So we waited there for almost 1/2hr. Enough of the waiting for we suspected something was amiss as we where the only few people on the platform, we went back into the main building where we saw on the screen the correct platform number for the Weribee line. We then went down to a very crowded platform 5 and waited for another 10mins. The train ride back took longer than the city-bound trip. When we finally arrived at Hoppers Crossing Station, it was already 5mins to 6, and Fr. Jude had to do mass at 6. So how was he going to pick us up as planned? Well, he did not and we found our own way back by taking a very empty bus. As Godma said, "Our own personalised bus." The driver of Service #436 was very nice to stop at a little junction that turned out onto Derrimut Rd. We got off there and had a short walk to the church. How lonely. And so thus, for this trip, we travelled in a car, a vehicular ferry, a train, a tram and an aeroplane. All we had left was a helicoptor ride. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36192388-1860908018703077361?l=thesatpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesatpage.blogspot.com/feeds/1860908018703077361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36192388&amp;postID=1860908018703077361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36192388/posts/default/1860908018703077361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36192388/posts/default/1860908018703077361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesatpage.blogspot.com/2007/08/day-9-14th-october-2006-saturday.html' title='Day 9: 14th October 2006, Saturday'/><author><name>aMrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16910707114831470047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3730/1941/200/mari.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/RrcyYLNgx6I/AAAAAAAAAKU/7vgKleSijhc/s72-c/Picture+237.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36192388.post-5135832062271907384</id><published>2007-05-28T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T22:04:50.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 8: 13th October 2006, Friday</title><content type='html'>ROADTRIP - DAY 4 &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunny with cold winds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was up at 6.45am. Gasp!!! Yeah. That early and the time back home was 4.45am. Well, I was quite "zombie-fied" at such an hour. Had a cold breakfast of crumpets, toast and tea due to my lateness. By the time it was eight in the morning, we were already hitting the road for The 12 Apostles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stop 1 - Loch Ard Gorge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got there at about 9.20am. Spent half hour there taking photos, learning some geography and history at the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/RlnP-4ALVFI/AAAAAAAAAJE/vBOIDexpCLU/s1600-h/Picture+194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069311534674170962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/RlnP-4ALVFI/AAAAAAAAAJE/vBOIDexpCLU/s320/Picture+194.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Loch Ard Gorge. Makes me wonder how the coast of Australia really looked like thousands of years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/RlnQJ4ALVGI/AAAAAAAAAJM/EmyB6rLgA74/s1600-h/Picture+196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069311723652732002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/RlnQJ4ALVGI/AAAAAAAAAJM/EmyB6rLgA74/s320/Picture+196.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/RlnQV4ALVHI/AAAAAAAAAJU/GGieYvAt5fY/s1600-h/Picture+199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069311929811162226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/RlnQV4ALVHI/AAAAAAAAAJU/GGieYvAt5fY/s320/Picture+199.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;The power of the waves... Erosion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/RlnQj4ALVII/AAAAAAAAAJc/jh7T2lvhads/s1600-h/Picture+207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069312170329330818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/RlnQj4ALVII/AAAAAAAAAJc/jh7T2lvhads/s320/Picture+207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/RlnQt4ALVJI/AAAAAAAAAJk/f_G6gD2pyKE/s1600-h/Picture+212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069312342128022674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/RlnQt4ALVJI/AAAAAAAAAJk/f_G6gD2pyKE/s320/Picture+212.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/RlnQ2IALVKI/AAAAAAAAAJs/dxA1DDGhsRc/s1600-h/Picture+213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069312483861943458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/RlnQ2IALVKI/AAAAAAAAAJs/dxA1DDGhsRc/s320/Picture+213.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/RlnRAIALVLI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Fr8bVuvCZeg/s1600-h/Picture+216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069312655660635314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/RlnRAIALVLI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Fr8bVuvCZeg/s320/Picture+216.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stop 2 - Port Campbell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Loch Ard Gorge, we headed further east to Port Campbell for our morning tea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop 3 - The 12 Apostles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had to return the same way we came as Aunt Kathy missed the sign for The 12 Apostles. She said that after so many years, she could not regconised the place. Well, it was evident the local state government quite recently pumped mone to spruce up Victoria's famous tourist attraction, with the likes of a proper graveled car and coach parking area, an underground pass to cross to the coast from the vehicle parking lot, and a visitors' centre-like place housing toilets. Anyway, we spent more time there taking photos and getting ourselves frozen by both the chilly coastal winds and approaching mists.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/RlnRKYALVMI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/ZEPU7ctfwOU/s1600-h/Picture+222.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069312831754294466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/RlnRKYALVMI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/ZEPU7ctfwOU/s320/Picture+222.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;The sign says it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/RlnRkYALVOI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Dt4EC91F2nw/s1600-h/Picture+231.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069313278430893282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/RlnRkYALVOI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Dt4EC91F2nw/s320/Picture+231.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;No longer 12... Just about 8 or 9 left standing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/RlnRVoALVNI/AAAAAAAAAKE/3oUFx2sCsQg/s1600-h/Picture+225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069313025027822802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/RlnRVoALVNI/AAAAAAAAAKE/3oUFx2sCsQg/s320/Picture+225.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Stacks and stumps. Where are the arches? Gone with the wind, and sea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stop 4 - Geelong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had tunch down at a beach in Geelong. Stayed for a short while, just to stretch our legs. By the way, after the coastal winds, I was asleep for most of the way enroute to Geelong. Yoohoo!!! Mr Humphryes!!! Where are you??? LOL. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stop 5 - Hoppers Crossing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From Geelong, we went on to Werribee which is another town that is located very near to Melbourne City. We were there looking for a plae to stay till sunday morning but ended up visiting another of Mum's friends, Mrs. P's son, who happens to be a Catholic priest. Fr. Jude,of St. James the Apostle at Hoppers Crossing, was a very friendly man, the male version of his sister, Lou. Looked like it really did run in the family. Anyway, we had a nice time sitting there around the main dining table, having tea and cakes. Mum, Aunt Kathy and Fr. Jude were trading stories, while Godma and I were successfully picking the pieces of their very interesting tales in order to understand what happened. He then drove us to visit a group of youths, the New Evangelical Team (NET), who were in the area helping his parish. After a short while talking to these youths who had already decided on dedicating their youth to God in this form of evangelising, he drove us around looking for a motel or some place where we could stay. When we finally found one, there was not a vacancy left! Fr. Jude then realised that he could actually let us stay with him at the parish rectory since he was the only one there! Viola! Done. So, all 4 of us were staying in a parish rectory which was one of the things I had done for the first time. Amazing. Anyway, Fr. Jude had to meet the same group of NET youths for dinner, thus, leaving us alone. We then drove out to the supermarket to get some food before having dinner at Fasta Pasta, a slightly pricy version of our Pasta Mania. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yawn...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36192388-5135832062271907384?l=thesatpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesatpage.blogspot.com/feeds/5135832062271907384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36192388&amp;postID=5135832062271907384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36192388/posts/default/5135832062271907384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36192388/posts/default/5135832062271907384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesatpage.blogspot.com/2007/05/day-9-13th-october-2006-friday.html' title='Day 8: 13th October 2006, Friday'/><author><name>aMrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16910707114831470047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3730/1941/200/mari.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/RlnP-4ALVFI/AAAAAAAAAJE/vBOIDexpCLU/s72-c/Picture+194.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36192388.post-6591113474716463281</id><published>2007-05-27T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T20:49:08.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 7: 12th October, 2006, Thursday.</title><content type='html'>ROADTRIP - DAY 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hot, sunny and windy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stop 1 - Anglesea Golf Link&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were on the Great Ocean Road from Barwon Heads and saw many wonderful views of the coast. We tried getting a glimse of the kangaroos at the Anglesea Golf Link but to no avail. Those natives were probably asleep or hopping around elsewhere. By the way, I was feeling sick. Most likely due to the heat in the car. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop 2 - Some Caravan Park&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went on and saw koalas sleeping in the trees at a caravan park. It was fun yet fustrating spotting those bears but they were worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/Rll0a4ALU9I/AAAAAAAAAIE/7crS6xt05kY/s1600-h/Picture+169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069210860640752594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/Rll0a4ALU9I/AAAAAAAAAIE/7crS6xt05kY/s320/Picture+169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Welcome to I-have-no-idea-what-is-the-name-of-this-place Caravan Park. Let's play the Spot the Koala Game!!! Yayyyyy...!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/Rll184ALU-I/AAAAAAAAAIM/d00dBLditwM/s1600-h/Picture+170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069212544267932642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/Rll184ALU-I/AAAAAAAAAIM/d00dBLditwM/s320/Picture+170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ahhh... There is that elusive koala... This is not a very pretty sight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/Rll2JoALU_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/I6b0zQu1-ns/s1600-h/Picture+173.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/Rll2JoALU_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/I6b0zQu1-ns/s1600-h/Picture+173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069212763311264754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/Rll2JoALU_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/I6b0zQu1-ns/s320/Picture+173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Found one nearer to the ground. Sleeping away while hugging his/her tree. And this is also one of my favourite photos. Hee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stop 3 - At a road near a famous lighthouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/Rll0KIALU8I/AAAAAAAAAH8/qw-vGRT5IwQ/s1600-h/Picture+167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069210572877943746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/Rll0KIALU8I/AAAAAAAAAH8/qw-vGRT5IwQ/s320/Picture+167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yup. Some lighthouse as seen from the side of a road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stop 4 - The 'Seafarers' Motel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got ourselves a place to stay for the night by the time it was noon. It was a nice "little" place just along the Great Ocean Road, with a view facing the ocean. The highway separated the motel and the ocean. Deja vu, anyone? Price: AUD150/night for 4 persons. Worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stop 5 - A little town further up the highway from the motel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went in to town for lunch, which was quite expensive, probably because it was a tourist place. LOL! How ironic. I, too, was a tourist there. Blah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop 6 - Marriners Falls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of the very few signs leading to Marriners Falls, we asked a lady who was with her children at the picnic spot there for help. She told us to go further up the road, which we did. We got to the carpark and trekked the rest of the way. Yes! We trekked 3.4km there and back. And I was wearing my flip-flops. It took us half hour to get to the waterfalls, which was quite a small one yet old and lovely. The place was serenely quiet. The kind of peaceful that made you want to shut up and absorb the quietness. The water was cold and clear. The return walk took about 20mins, 10 minuets faster than the going to. On the way back, we literally experienced two distinctly different zones. One second we were in the oh-so-nice coolness of the forest, the next second we back in the heat of the day. What a change! It was as if Nature was telling us, "Alright. Enough of the coolness and the quietness for you. Back to your civilization!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/Rll2cYALVAI/AAAAAAAAAIc/rLvz9Y43sHI/s1600-h/Picture+178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069213085433811970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/Rll2cYALVAI/AAAAAAAAAIc/rLvz9Y43sHI/s320/Picture+178.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Welcome to Marriners Falls. Please get your footwear off as we prepare for a waddle in the wa... Oh! They are alreadying so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/Rll2o4ALVBI/AAAAAAAAAIk/_6Se1ilP1WQ/s1600-h/Picture+184.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069213300182176786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/Rll2o4ALVBI/AAAAAAAAAIk/_6Se1ilP1WQ/s320/Picture+184.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ahhh... Another of my fave photos. One of calmness and peace. Nature in progress. Looks like a scene from Jurassic Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/Rll234ALVCI/AAAAAAAAAIs/GfC74xJ1Ce4/s1600-h/Picture+187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069213557880214562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/Rll234ALVCI/AAAAAAAAAIs/GfC74xJ1Ce4/s320/Picture+187.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The water falls... rapidly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/Rll234ALVCI/AAAAAAAAAIs/GfC74xJ1Ce4/s1600-h/Picture+187.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/Rll3FIALVDI/AAAAAAAAAI0/lJvLXieb1sE/s1600-h/Picture+191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069213785513481266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/Rll3FIALVDI/AAAAAAAAAI0/lJvLXieb1sE/s320/Picture+191.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Another photo reminding us there is such a place call Nature that is not in the City.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stop 7 - The same town we were in earlier on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went grocery shopping after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final stop for the day - The 'Seafarers' Motel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum and Godma are now preparting dinner and I want to go down to the beach. Did I mention that it is just across the road?&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/Rll3PoALVEI/AAAAAAAAAI8/BXMpu0Qq_g4/s1600-h/Picture+192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069213965902107714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/Rll3PoALVEI/AAAAAAAAAI8/BXMpu0Qq_g4/s320/Picture+192.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A very blurry photo of the town we were at in the afternoon. The waves crashing onto the shore can be made out through the quickly setting of the sun. Part of the tail-light from a passing vehicle can be seen. Taken from the veranda of our motel room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36192388-6591113474716463281?l=thesatpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesatpage.blogspot.com/feeds/6591113474716463281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36192388&amp;postID=6591113474716463281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36192388/posts/default/6591113474716463281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36192388/posts/default/6591113474716463281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesatpage.blogspot.com/2007/05/day-7-12th-october-2006-thursday.html' title='Day 7: 12th October, 2006, Thursday.'/><author><name>aMrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16910707114831470047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3730/1941/200/mari.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/Rll0a4ALU9I/AAAAAAAAAIE/7crS6xt05kY/s72-c/Picture+169.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36192388.post-5745257701361873843</id><published>2007-05-22T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T21:39:05.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6: 11th October 2006, Wednesday.</title><content type='html'>ROAD TRIP - DAY 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunny and windy. 29 deg. celcius.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1st stop - Just across the road...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/RlLm94ALUxI/AAAAAAAAAGk/zBOT2BHxri0/s1600-h/Picture+124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067366481424765714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/RlLm94ALUxI/AAAAAAAAAGk/zBOT2BHxri0/s320/Picture+124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The motel that we stayed for the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/RlLnIIALUyI/AAAAAAAAAGs/QyRhAU0xkto/s1600-h/Picture+121.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067366657518424866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/RlLnIIALUyI/AAAAAAAAAGs/QyRhAU0xkto/s320/Picture+121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mum and Godma sitting on the verandah just outside our double-double-bed room. Aunt Kathy's humble Honda to the left of the photo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/RlLoOoALU2I/AAAAAAAAAHM/zE5ju1QJi7M/s1600-h/Picture+126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067367868699202402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/RlLoOoALU2I/AAAAAAAAAHM/zE5ju1QJi7M/s320/Picture+126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It so happens that the motel is situated just across a road/highway from the sea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/RlLnToALUzI/AAAAAAAAAG0/vF-KkWzjnl8/s1600-h/Picture+137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067366855086920498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/RlLnToALUzI/AAAAAAAAAG0/vF-KkWzjnl8/s320/Picture+137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Welcome to Kilcunda East.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/RlLnlIALU0I/AAAAAAAAAG8/2pnOQKSgvm4/s1600-h/Picture+138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067367155734631234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/RlLnlIALU0I/AAAAAAAAAG8/2pnOQKSgvm4/s320/Picture+138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A sight like this is very common. What? The bridge? Oh... I was talking about how the sea/ocean is separated from the inland creek by a sand dune. As for the bridge, it is very old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/RlLodIALU3I/AAAAAAAAAHU/8BX2nV_oPs0/s1600-h/Picture+131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067368117807305586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/RlLodIALU3I/AAAAAAAAAHU/8BX2nV_oPs0/s320/Picture+131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Look at those waves!!! Woosh...!!! Surf's up, mate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2nd stop - Somewhere in the Mornington Peninsular. Had lunch at a Chinese restaurant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3rd stop - On the way to Sorrento. Some beach in some place which is famous for Spider, a drink, not the eight-legged one. School kids would come down to this beach after school to play, or sun bath, with or without their school uniforms on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/RlLoy4ALU4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/XJJdO3x1vcA/s1600-h/Picture+139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067368491469460354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/RlLoy4ALU4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/XJJdO3x1vcA/s320/Picture+139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Beach boxes at some beach on our way to Sorrento. Damn colourful and picturesque. This is one of my favourite photos taken on this trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4th stop - At the ferry pier. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/RlLpOIALU5I/AAAAAAAAAHk/ylU-dq4N_vs/s1600-h/Picture+145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067368959620895634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/RlLpOIALU5I/AAAAAAAAAHk/ylU-dq4N_vs/s320/Picture+145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ahh... The vehicular ferry that took us from Sorrento on the Mornington Peninsular to Queenscliff, which is on the other side of the bay.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/RlLpeoALU6I/AAAAAAAAAHs/jonHVbqhV5s/s1600-h/Picture+151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067369243088737186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/RlLpeoALU6I/AAAAAAAAAHs/jonHVbqhV5s/s320/Picture+151.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sun set taken on the ferry's top deck. That explains the unequal-ness between sky, sea and the horizon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5th and final stop - Barwon Heads. A few more kilometres from Queenscliff where we found lodging for the night. A refurnished penthouse with a bathtub-spa thing. Unfortunately, I was too lazy to try it out, but the adults did. Price: AUD165/night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/RlLwVIALU7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/Xa1PVpnztnk/s1600-h/Picture+163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067376776461374386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/RlLwVIALU7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/Xa1PVpnztnk/s320/Picture+163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Just by looking at this photo, anyone can tell that there's quite a lot of space on this level. Nice... 2 twin-bed bedrooms. A separate toilet and bathroom. Large common area, comprising the dinning area and kitchen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Lights out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36192388-5745257701361873843?l=thesatpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesatpage.blogspot.com/feeds/5745257701361873843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36192388&amp;postID=5745257701361873843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36192388/posts/default/5745257701361873843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36192388/posts/default/5745257701361873843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesatpage.blogspot.com/2007/05/day-6-11th-october-2007-wednesday.html' title='Day 6: 11th October 2006, Wednesday.'/><author><name>aMrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16910707114831470047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3730/1941/200/mari.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/RlLm94ALUxI/AAAAAAAAAGk/zBOT2BHxri0/s72-c/Picture+124.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36192388.post-461254995357517034</id><published>2007-05-18T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T22:05:24.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5: 10th October 2006, Tuesday.</title><content type='html'>ROAD TRIP - DAY 1. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/Rk2q8oALUlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/PmsP9sUCYtw/s1600-h/Picture+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065893114368709202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/Rk2q8oALUlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/PmsP9sUCYtw/s320/Picture+083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sunny, warm and &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;cloudless&lt;/span&gt;. Perfect for our roadtrip. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finally got up at about 8 and packed. We were off at 10.15a.m.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/Rk2rRIALUmI/AAAAAAAAAFM/iRZtLlWhCLE/s1600-h/Picture+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065893466556027490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/Rk2rRIALUmI/AAAAAAAAAFM/iRZtLlWhCLE/s320/Picture+090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stop 1 - &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yarragon&lt;/span&gt;. Wanted to get something there but the shops were closed due to the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;electricity company changing the power lines&lt;/span&gt;, or something like that. On the road again after taking some photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/Rk2reoALUnI/AAAAAAAAAFU/tT-Q6UE57Go/s1600-h/Picture+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065893698484261490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/Rk2reoALUnI/AAAAAAAAAFU/tT-Q6UE57Go/s320/Picture+092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Do you see the right hand side of the photo? There they were changing the power lines. So different from the ones at home, where all power and telecommunications lines are beneath the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stop 2 - Toilet stop. Another town further down where we stopped to use the toilet at a McDonald's outlet. Went walking around the area before heading back to the car. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/Rk2rqIALUoI/AAAAAAAAAFc/crOaELEjzJA/s1600-h/Picture+100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065893896052757122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/Rk2rqIALUoI/AAAAAAAAAFc/crOaELEjzJA/s320/Picture+100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stop 3 - Some &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;wildlife "sanctuary(???)"&lt;/span&gt; which is famous for their live giant earthworms. Did not enter their exhibit but took &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;photos of their painted walls&lt;/span&gt; and bought something from their gift shop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/Rk2rzYALUpI/AAAAAAAAAFk/3GNp8DqlDGk/s1600-h/Picture+103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065894054966547090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/Rk2rzYALUpI/AAAAAAAAAFk/3GNp8DqlDGk/s320/Picture+103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Oh! As you can see it here for yourselves, I could not help &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; taking a photo of the natives themselves, all in a line, hard at work mowing the lawn. LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/Rk2r-YALUqI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Uv6YtCZTeSg/s1600-h/Picture+104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065894243945108130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/Rk2r-YALUqI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Uv6YtCZTeSg/s320/Picture+104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stop 4 - &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;San Remo&lt;/span&gt;. Had bread and ham for lunch there before &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;crossing the bridge&lt;/span&gt; into Phillip Island for a spin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/Rk2sIYALUrI/AAAAAAAAAF0/cacrGemmzo8/s1600-h/Picture+105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065894415743799986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/Rk2sIYALUrI/AAAAAAAAAF0/cacrGemmzo8/s320/Picture+105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The bridge is called Fish Freeway. Rather, it is the entire stretch leading in and out of Phillip Is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/Rk2sXIALUsI/AAAAAAAAAF8/05TJXa-MUpw/s1600-h/Picture+107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065894669146870466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/Rk2sXIALUsI/AAAAAAAAAF8/05TJXa-MUpw/s320/Picture+107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stop 5 - &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Phillip Is&lt;/span&gt;. Did not watch the penguin parade as the tickets were quite expensive. Instead, we went to look at seals. Unfortunately, the sun was setting in the backdrop and we could not spot a single seal. Check out the photos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/Rk2smIALUtI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DiicKQmcnBc/s1600-h/Picture+114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065894926844908242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/Rk2smIALUtI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DiicKQmcnBc/s320/Picture+114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Entrance to the Penguin Parade at dusk, where the penguins will come walking onto the beach from the sea after a hard day's work of fishing. And people actually pay money to watch those flightless birds walking in together. !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/Rk2syoALUuI/AAAAAAAAAGM/BJi8L4Ygdpc/s1600-h/Picture+115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065895141593273058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/Rk2syoALUuI/AAAAAAAAAGM/BJi8L4Ygdpc/s320/Picture+115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yup. Seal viewing. With another native standing on top of the board (left-hand corner).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/Rk2s84ALUvI/AAAAAAAAAGU/gHV7uT1V1kE/s1600-h/Picture+120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065895317686932210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/Rk2s84ALUvI/AAAAAAAAAGU/gHV7uT1V1kE/s320/Picture+120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;With the setting of the sun in the background, how on earth was I supposed to spot the seals???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stop 6 - San Remo (again). We had the freshest fish and chips for dinner, while standing up, at a fish shop. The place sells fish by day and take-away food by night. That was why we were standing up; there were not many chairs around and it was freakinglly cold outside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/Rk2tH4ALUwI/AAAAAAAAAGc/iKqyn2L9_Us/s1600-h/Picture+124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065895506665493250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/Rk2tH4ALUwI/AAAAAAAAAGc/iKqyn2L9_Us/s320/Picture+124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stop 7 - Motel room, somewhere in Kilcunda. We are all now sitting infront of the telly in a motel and warming ourselves at the same time with the provided heater, after having our very refreshing baths. Right then. I had best turn in. Night! By the way, the price for the room (2 queen-size beds and attached bathroom) after bargaining, is AUD80. Boy, am I glad to sleep on a bed again. :) Haha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Photo of the motel's sign taken the next morning before we continued with our roadtrip. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Stay tuned for the second installment of my Victoria State ROADTRIP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36192388-461254995357517034?l=thesatpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesatpage.blogspot.com/feeds/461254995357517034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36192388&amp;postID=461254995357517034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36192388/posts/default/461254995357517034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36192388/posts/default/461254995357517034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesatpage.blogspot.com/2007/05/day-5-10th-october-2006-tuesday.html' title='Day 5: 10th October 2006, Tuesday.'/><author><name>aMrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16910707114831470047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3730/1941/200/mari.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/Rk2q8oALUlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/PmsP9sUCYtw/s72-c/Picture+083.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36192388.post-7117560211711993753</id><published>2007-05-12T11:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T12:44:18.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4: 9th October 2006, Monday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(con't from previous post)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold. Lousy weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/RkVE8g4CsCI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_dwu3h5pPOk/s1600-h/Picture+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063529162455822370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/RkVE8g4CsCI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_dwu3h5pPOk/s320/Picture+075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We spent the morning doing the laundry. After we had hung out the first lot of clothing, it drizzled! Had to quickly rush out and bring them in. The rain went away quite soon, and the sun was out to play. Ridiculous weather... All the clothes were out in the sun till the time we were about to go out. So, left them infront of the heater. We had bread and ham for lunch before going out to visit another of Mum's friend, Nina, Mrs. P's daughter. Had tea there in her big house with her husband. The view of the mountains from her living room was amazig. She also have some amazing flowers. After that, we stopped by the supermarket to get some things to take &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/RkVFYQ4CsDI/AAAAAAAAAE8/CGXSCvScel4/s1600-h/Picture+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063529639197192242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/RkVFYQ4CsDI/AAAAAAAAAE8/CGXSCvScel4/s320/Picture+076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;home, like canned clams for clam chowder!!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/RkVEdw4CsBI/AAAAAAAAAEs/LhwdZ7SMs4c/s1600-h/Picture+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/RkVEdw4CsBI/AAAAAAAAAEs/LhwdZ7SMs4c/s1600-h/Picture+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063528634174844946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/RkVEdw4CsBI/AAAAAAAAAEs/LhwdZ7SMs4c/s320/Picture+079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a short stopover for dinner at Aunt Kathy's place (we had bread again, but with omelette this time round) before making two more visits. The first one was to our hostess' cousin's place as Aunt Kathy wanted to tell her personally that she would be heading out of town the next day. The next one was a long "journey" to the next town of Traralgon to visit another of Mum's friend, Nina's sister, Lou. We nearly got ourselves lost on the way there. The residential estate was huge and all the houses there were big, with big lawns. The street Lou lived on was without any street sign, thus we were very nearly lost, but thank God Aunt Kathy remembered how to get there since her first/last trip. There, we met Lou's daughter, Jessica, who is my age. The adults had a ball sitting there reminising and laughing. I laughed along as the stories told were really funny. Finally got back at about 11pm and went to sleep at 12.20am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36192388-7117560211711993753?l=thesatpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesatpage.blogspot.com/feeds/7117560211711993753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36192388&amp;postID=7117560211711993753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36192388/posts/default/7117560211711993753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36192388/posts/default/7117560211711993753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesatpage.blogspot.com/2007/05/day-4-9th-october-2006-monday.html' title='Day 4: 9th October 2006, Monday.'/><author><name>aMrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16910707114831470047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3730/1941/200/mari.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/RkVE8g4CsCI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_dwu3h5pPOk/s72-c/Picture+075.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36192388.post-4387668480542435125</id><published>2007-04-07T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T12:48:13.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3: 8th October 2006, Sunday.</title><content type='html'>(con't from previous travelogue)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 deg celcius. Church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050626317136713538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/Rhdt4EYsV0I/AAAAAAAAADU/yMDKDPUH5u0/s320/Picture+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 8++a.m. and was ready by 9:15a.m. While waiting, took photos of the house and plants. Aunt Kathy drove us three to the church. Met another of Mum's old friend there, Mrs. P, who came from Malta with her husband and 6 kids years ago. Attended Mass together without our hostess who wanted to visit some art gallery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/RkU4OQ4Cr8I/AAAAAAAAAEE/KZpMA1lJRCc/s1600-h/Picture+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063515173747339202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/RkU4OQ4Cr8I/AAAAAAAAAEE/KZpMA1lJRCc/s320/Picture+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/RkU4ig4Cr9I/AAAAAAAAAEM/0aWMiZdmXwg/s1600-h/Picture+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063515521639690194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/RkU4ig4Cr9I/AAAAAAAAAEM/0aWMiZdmXwg/s320/Picture+065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homily was about divorce in St. Mark's gospel. "What God has unite, men must not divide." This applies not only to marital divorces but also to almost anything that is going in the world now, anything that has to do with conflicts, like wars. The altar was decorated with such gorgeous blooms, mostly local ones, considering that it is spring. Only 1 altar girl was present next to the priest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Kathy was waiting for us at the porch after Mass. Apparantly, she did attend Mass. Something/someone changed her mind and she sat at the back of the church, while we were in the front. All of us, including Mrs. P, packed ourselves into Aunt Kathy's car, before heading off to Mrs. P's house. But before going there, we stopped by the supermarket for a short while to get some bread and ham. And yes, we did have ham-sandwiches for lunch, washing all those down with cups of tea and some cakes that Mrs. P had left in her larder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/RkU4qg4Cr-I/AAAAAAAAAEU/IN5VNjoi1g4/s1600-h/Picture+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063515659078643682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/RkU4qg4Cr-I/AAAAAAAAAEU/IN5VNjoi1g4/s320/Picture+071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a lovely house Mrs. P has, albeit the largeness of it for only one elderly lady. By the time we left, it was almost 2p.m. Not that we were chased out by her but because she was going out to a social club with friends, who were coming to pick her up. After her place, we went to Mid Valley to shop some more! Bought some wrapping materials; crepe paper and ribbons, and a box of Christmas cards. They were so cute! Also a 'Thank You' card for Aunt Kathy. And yes, I finally got my hands on that t-shirt I was eyeing since yesterday. Thought the shop had it cleared out when I could not find it on the rack! Turns out it was on another rack. Haha! Happy! :) So, we all walked around till the shops closed. FYI, the shops Down Under close earlier than back home, the same goes for the UK and NZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am now waiting for dinner to be ready. It's pasta! Yipee! Heard that we will be going out again later to visit another old friend of Mum's.&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/RkU4zg4Cr_I/AAAAAAAAAEc/CGYpnuxQPLM/s1600-h/Picture+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063515813697466354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/RkU4zg4Cr_I/AAAAAAAAAEc/CGYpnuxQPLM/s200/Picture+072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally reached back here past midnight. Stayed at the Morwell Club for more than two hours. Very lively reunion for Mum and her friend, Tony, who works at the club. We three at a cup of hot cocoa each while Aunt Kathy had a glass of weak latte. They made me on the only available piano there which was really old. Very, very old... Guess I had to work for my own cup of hot choc! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/RkU45w4CsAI/AAAAAAAAAEk/G3ofE3ChcLw/s1600-h/Picture+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063515921071648770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/RkU45w4CsAI/AAAAAAAAAEk/G3ofE3ChcLw/s200/Picture+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The keyboard was really nice to play/ touch. Easy/soft, in fact. It had a bouncy kind of feeling to it. Makes playing D. Scarlatti's sonata easy. But it was horribly off-tune! The keys were yellow and there were a few that were already replaced!!! Played the Australian national anthem as requested. Thank goodness there were only a few people around or else I would had died of embaressment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a cold night. Reminds me of the time when I was in England at the start of winter...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36192388-4387668480542435125?l=thesatpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36192388/posts/default/4387668480542435125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36192388/posts/default/4387668480542435125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesatpage.blogspot.com/2007/04/day-3-8th-october-2006-sunday.html' title='Day 3: 8th October 2006, Sunday.'/><author><name>aMrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16910707114831470047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3730/1941/200/mari.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/Rhdt4EYsV0I/AAAAAAAAADU/yMDKDPUH5u0/s72-c/Picture+053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36192388.post-7408543993638063111</id><published>2007-03-22T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T22:19:57.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing more, but my tears.</title><content type='html'>Here is a poem I wrote after watching The Phantom of the Opera on the telly on sunday evening which I personally find is more suited as lyrics to a song. Here it goes... But first, please remember that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; poem &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;is MINE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No copying/plagerism&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; even though this is a public place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Night has fallen, completely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I have come to this place as promised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;The silence here overwhelms me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Here in such a desolate place...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;The clouds above are passing by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;The stars come out from their darkest cloaks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;The moon shines her bright glory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Glory which is never yours...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Come out, come out from where you hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I know you are here behind that rock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;That hole of yours you had chose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Where the sun cannot reach...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;The world keeps spinning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Life moves on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Empty your heart of hate and anger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Make room for hope on the bright new morn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Farewell my friend, I leave you here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;No words of mine you will hear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;My body tires, my spirit wanes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Nothing more, but my tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;*M.A Chia 19 March 2007 A.D*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36192388-7408543993638063111?l=thesatpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesatpage.blogspot.com/feeds/7408543993638063111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36192388&amp;postID=7408543993638063111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36192388/posts/default/7408543993638063111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36192388/posts/default/7408543993638063111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesatpage.blogspot.com/2007/03/nothing-more-but-my-tears.html' title='Nothing more, but my tears.'/><author><name>aMrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16910707114831470047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3730/1941/200/mari.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36192388.post-7751709588585634191</id><published>2007-02-23T03:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T03:24:12.907+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graphics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black and white'/><title type='text'>Black and white pictures</title><content type='html'>Just some black and white pictures I had done before using Paint. All pictures are done by me, Marie. No stealing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/Rd3tYuxE4JI/AAAAAAAAAAk/uPeUs62PaAA/s1600-h/mari.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034440967596597394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/Rd3tYuxE4JI/AAAAAAAAAAk/uPeUs62PaAA/s320/mari.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/Rd3tLexE4II/AAAAAAAAAAc/EQOXLonzgHU/s1600-h/ling.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034440739963330690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/Rd3tLexE4II/AAAAAAAAAAc/EQOXLonzgHU/s320/ling.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/Rd3s3OxE4HI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4lwGw72tpJk/s1600-h/musiclefs.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034440392070979698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/Rd3s3OxE4HI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4lwGw72tpJk/s320/musiclefs.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/Rd3sXuxE4GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6CQeWqQ11Tk/s1600-h/flowers-blacknwhite.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034439850905100386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/Rd3sXuxE4GI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6CQeWqQ11Tk/s320/flowers-blacknwhite.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36192388-7751709588585634191?l=thesatpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesatpage.blogspot.com/feeds/7751709588585634191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36192388&amp;postID=7751709588585634191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36192388/posts/default/7751709588585634191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36192388/posts/default/7751709588585634191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesatpage.blogspot.com/2007/02/black-and-white-pictures.html' title='Black and white pictures'/><author><name>aMrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16910707114831470047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3730/1941/200/mari.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vTgrd3adXbM/Rd3tYuxE4JI/AAAAAAAAAAk/uPeUs62PaAA/s72-c/mari.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36192388.post-116840956455881579</id><published>2007-01-10T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T14:12:44.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intermission:Haiku</title><content type='html'>Yes, yes, yes. I know what you will say and I admit that I have been lazy updating this blog. And so, I shall do my utmost to update those travel entries, but for now, just sit back and enjoy some Haikus my classmates and I had written during a short class break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Char&lt;/span&gt; wrote:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luheng is crazy&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what is he thinking&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Enx&lt;/span&gt; wrote:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia and Luheng&lt;br /&gt;Two lovely spoil marketers&lt;br /&gt;Who scares us away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;This blogger&lt;/span&gt; wrote:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy sits alone&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping and doing nothing&lt;br /&gt;He is all alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 of us wrote:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Luheng the small kid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Who has a mature low voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Rumbling all throughout.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36192388-116840956455881579?l=thesatpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesatpage.blogspot.com/feeds/116840956455881579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36192388&amp;postID=116840956455881579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36192388/posts/default/116840956455881579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36192388/posts/default/116840956455881579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesatpage.blogspot.com/2007/01/intermissionhaiku.html' title='Intermission:Haiku'/><author><name>aMrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16910707114831470047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3730/1941/200/mari.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36192388.post-116282763443980089</id><published>2006-11-06T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T23:43:21.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2. 7th October Saturday</title><content type='html'>Warm and cloudless. It was going to be a beautiful day. Nice. Woke up at 9:15a.m. Got ready to go out to the Oktoberfest. Had toast, jam and tea for breakfast. Aunt Kathy's friend, Teresa, had to pick us up as our hostess had to leave early in order to set up her costume jewellery stall at the festival early. We arrived at the fair and saw many other stalls already up and going, selling their wares, costume jewellery and cute handicrafts. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3730/1941/1600/Picture%20050.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3730/1941/200/Picture%20050.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shared a meal of Pork-knuckle and Hotdog with Mum and Godma. Helped to man Aunt Kathy's stall while she had her lunch. (You see, I was the first to finish my lunch, thus I was free.) Aunt Kathy gave me a beaded bracelet! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3730/1941/1600/Picture%20051.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3730/1941/1600/Picture%20051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3730/1941/200/Picture%20051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched a traditional German dance where the dancers were dressed in their traditional clothes. It was very interesting yet amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We 3 left for the local shopping centre, Mid Valley, after that. Aunt Kathy's cousin, Jane, offered to send us there as Teresa's car was very much caught in between a tree and another car. And so, her car was stuck. Mid Valley is a middle-size shopping centre that happen to have 2 supermarkets and 2 departmental store. We spent 3 hours there, walking around and looking at things. I did not spend any money but will do so tomorrow. Got to buy birthday presents for 4 guys, and a kangaroo among others for another boy and souvenirs for 3 girls. Must start thinking about Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now sitting here on the bed, waiting for dinner to be ready. Clam chowder and potato salad. Yummy. Mum bought &lt;u&gt;some &lt;/u&gt;chocs while Godma bought &lt;u&gt;alot&lt;/u&gt;. Not surprised.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36192388-116282763443980089?l=thesatpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesatpage.blogspot.com/feeds/116282763443980089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36192388&amp;postID=116282763443980089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36192388/posts/default/116282763443980089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36192388/posts/default/116282763443980089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesatpage.blogspot.com/2006/11/day-2-7th-october-saturday.html' title='Day 2. 7th October Saturday'/><author><name>aMrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16910707114831470047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3730/1941/200/mari.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36192388.post-116194733566123599</id><published>2006-10-27T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T23:41:54.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1. 6th October, Friday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3730/1941/1600/Picture%20015.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3730/1941/320/Picture%20015.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Welcome to Melbourne, Australia. Taken outside McDonald's near the airport.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 deg. celcius. Arrived in Melbourne at 7:10am. Didn't sleep much. Stomach indigestion due to food on MAS. Cleared through immigrations and customs very quickly. Sat waiting in Arrival hall for Mum's friend. Left at 8:15am. Stopped by McDonald's for Aunt Kathy, who's Mum's friend, to get her caffine fix and breakfast. (She left home at 5:30am and came straight to the airport! Gosh... Her place must be far...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3730/1941/1600/Picture%20017.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3730/1941/320/Picture%20017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Melbourne City skyline, taken inside Aunt Kathy's car on the Princess Freeway.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drove through Melbourne City as Aunt Kathy's place is in the east of Melbourne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3730/1941/1600/Picture%20018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3730/1941/320/Picture%20018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stopped by some places&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3730/1941/1600/Picture%20019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3730/1941/320/Picture%20019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; along the way...&lt;br /&gt;A strawberry farm where strawberries were not in season as yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped at a huge shopping center and had lunch there. There have a huge departmental store that is very much like our Robinsons and Marks and Spencer. I spent my first $25 at one of the clothing stores on a navy-blue sweater. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3730/1941/1600/Picture%20024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3730/1941/320/Picture%20024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to a public park, which was really beautiful and totally unlike Singapore's, and we saw a &lt;u&gt;Kukabarra &lt;/u&gt;(unsure of spelling), which is a native bird of Australia, and many different plants and flowers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3730/1941/1600/Picture%20039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3730/1941/320/Picture%20039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went of to a supermarket to pick out some gorceries for dinner. Finally arrived at Aunt Kathy's at six-ish. I was tired and cold. Mum and Godma cooked "Chinese stir-fry" for dinner. It was basically our stir-fried mixed vegetables, sliced chicken with ginger and spring onions with white steamed rice. I wonder why is it people like the Australians, Europeans and Americans hold such a "high regard" for Chinese stir-fry. They think it as some exotic dish. I am amazed. Anyway, I nearly froze after my shower. Thank goodness the heater was switched on and I was thawed infront of it. Slept like a log in my sleeping-bag on the floor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36192388-116194733566123599?l=thesatpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesatpage.blogspot.com/feeds/116194733566123599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36192388&amp;postID=116194733566123599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36192388/posts/default/116194733566123599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36192388/posts/default/116194733566123599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesatpage.blogspot.com/2006/10/day-1-6th-october-friday.html' title='Day 1. 6th October, Friday.'/><author><name>aMrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16910707114831470047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3730/1941/200/mari.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36192388.post-116162236493048355</id><published>2006-10-24T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T23:42:22.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 October, Thursday.</title><content type='html'>Home- Singapore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3730/1941/1600/Picture%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3730/1941/200/Picture%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mum getting ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3730/1941/1600/Picture%20002.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3730/1941/200/Picture%20002.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our luggage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3730/1941/1600/Picture%20005.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3730/1941/200/Picture%20005.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Is this our plane? I wish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3730/1941/1600/Picture%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3730/1941/200/Picture%20007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the plane to KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3730/1941/1600/Picture%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3730/1941/200/Picture%20012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Flying with the haze above us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36192388-116162236493048355?l=thesatpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesatpage.blogspot.com/feeds/116162236493048355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36192388&amp;postID=116162236493048355' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36192388/posts/default/116162236493048355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36192388/posts/default/116162236493048355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesatpage.blogspot.com/2006/10/5-october-thursday.html' title='5 October, Thursday.'/><author><name>aMrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16910707114831470047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3730/1941/200/mari.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36192388.post-116118046516482232</id><published>2006-10-18T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T23:42:45.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;The Stories and Travels Page&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As you can see, it is still empty. But do not fret as I promise you it will be filled with my recent travel log and photos. Come back in a week's time! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36192388-116118046516482232?l=thesatpage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesatpage.blogspot.com/feeds/116118046516482232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36192388&amp;postID=116118046516482232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36192388/posts/default/116118046516482232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36192388/posts/default/116118046516482232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesatpage.blogspot.com/2006/10/welcome-to.html' title='Welcome to...'/><author><name>aMrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16910707114831470047</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3730/1941/200/mari.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
