Where Globe-Trotting meets Beach-Combing
This is a sampling of fauna I saw in and around Sydney just hanging out, not in a preserve or zoo or anything. Surprise—it’s all different! I saw parrots along the cliffs and near Mrs. Mcquarie’s chair. And here’s a nice cormorant drying its wings after a dip. Looks vaguely Little Mermaid-esqe, doesn’t it? Hannie,…
“Indigenous Australian” is preferable to “Aboriginal,” said my guidebook, which was generally worthless. Everything was labeled “Aboriginal” and I didn’t see anyone looking offended, except maybe the Aboriginal/Indigenous girl who stabbed a sailor in the face with scissors for no reason late one night at a train station in Perth, but whatever. Note: “Let’s Go—Australia”…
Would you care for a delicious peeled grape? Anyone? I attended my first Tokyo Afternoon Tea Club event Saturday afternoon at Victor’s, the 22nd-floor restaurant at the Westin (1-4-1 Mita, Meguro, Japan, +81 3-5423-7000) in Ebisu. For the club’s contact information just look up “delightful” in the dictionary. I saw a notice about it months…
To combat speculation that the koalas in my traditional Australian vacation pictures were–gasp!!–FAKE, I’m doing an overly-photoed post solely on The Koala Spectacle. “I hate to see any animal caged except koalas because it suits their natural temperament,” said the trainer on the right in the above photo. “They just want to sit around all…
Here’s a video to illustrate the cockatoo story. They did not enjoy the carrots.
Here’s why we were afraid to walk under the flying fox bats in Sydney’s Royal Botanic Gardens. Yikes!
