Category Archives: Backpacking Addict

This is my "Home" office. Cameras, mikes, computer, lots and lots and lots of wires. I am transporting myself to Australia for a month and hopefully do everything by internet. It would be interesting!!!

backpacking addict The Second Pier in the Photo is Under Water Vision and the boat Naida J Where I did my dive masters Just the Main Street (Photos Borrowed but don’t have the links, oops)

Backpacking Addict My friend John recently went on a 100 day road trip across the USA from Los Angeles to the east coast and back. I have been following religiously as he traversed the big land, and all the things he has seen and fascinated by the many words he has devoted to the food,Continue reading “100 Days Across America”

Backpacking addict I spent a lot of time backpacking on my own. Just me a backpack and whoever happenned to be around. I made friends, we travelled together, and then at different times we went separate ways. It’s how the backpacking trail works, you make connections, some last a day, some a few, some aContinue reading “Backpacking: Invinsibility of Youth and The Knowledge of Dying”

Today we went to Hunter Valley, two hours drive from the suburbs of Sydney. At the rest stop I bought a hand knitted woollie hat for my friend’s two feet long sorta new born baby, and looked at Gollywogs, not very PC still found in Australia -didn’t know if you’re allowed to buy things likeContinue reading “Wine Tasting: Hunter Valley: Australia”

I always say I don’t know Australia, it’s where my grandmother lives, it’s where my uncles and aunts immigrated at some point to get away from China coming to Hong Kong. It’s the place where my cousins grew up and next to the country my step -dad was born. In the last five years it’sContinue reading “Australiasia : land of childhood”

In the coccoon of my father’s study, on the laptop, surrounding by a whole series of “The history of England”, a keyring of “Royal Flying Service of Australia”, cockoo clock that chimes every half an hour, pictres of some ships, with the smell of roast beef, waffing through into the room. I know I amContinue reading “My Secret Life: The Suburbs”

Back in the land of Suburbia. Where the sky is open, walking is impossible, the nature so close that I must take anti-histermines upon arrival. Before I arrived back in good ol’ OZ I was making faces. “Yeah, yeah, I am going to Sydney.. to see my parents.. yeah.. it’s nice.. but they are inContinue reading “Suburbs…. kinda nice…”

I am in limbo land. Emotionally and Physically at the same time. It’s like a giant station of passing people leaving something behind and moving to something new. The announcements are saying “SQ008 to Frankfurt” “CX354 to Mumbia” the signsn are in English, Chinese, Japanese, telling me where the gates are, the bathroom is. IContinue reading “Limbo Land”