Last month, on the 25th of May, I called in sick due to the sniffles (which is still bugging me 2 1/2 weeks later). While I was snuggled up like a bug in bed, hoping for the sniffles to disappear, my mobile phone rang. It was a private number and I immediately knew that it was Westpac. You see, I just changed banks a few weeks back and the only “Private Number” calls I receive are from Westpac. I picked up the phone, silently wondering if I had forgotten to sign papers and needed to pop in a branch immediately to sort things out. I was relieved when it was not KW (the lady I usually deal with), but … someone else. Our conversation went something like this …
A&P, the couple whose wedding photos I took about a year ago, were in Windy Wellington for a flying visit this weekend (7-9 April). They arrived on Thursday night to a typical Wellington Welcome (the usual .. wobbly plane due to strong winds), did their thing on Friday, and then on Saturday … we went to the Southward Car Museum near Otaihanga. I’ve heard of this place, but I haven’t been so I was pretty excited about going.
We drove on SH1 for about an hour and turned off towards Otaihanga and then made a hard left to enter the museum compound and I was quite surprised at the size of the compound. The parking lot was quite huge and the building itself looked quite imposing. We parked the car, rocked up and paid the $17.00 admission fee (price per adult as at 2016, may change without prior notice) and proceeded to the main galleries to admire this world class collection of cars, not just from New Zealand but from all over the world.
Here are a few of the vehicles that caught my eye:
But it’s not all cars … there were planes, a couple of boats, a section that showed a lot of miniature toy cars, motorbikes, push bikes, and even a little room devoted to sewing machines and other household appliances.
It’s really worth the trip (and the admission fee) so if you’re in Wellington include the Southward Car Museum in the list of places you must visit.
The British Dictionary defines Traipse (/treɪps/) as:
and that’s exactly what I did on and what it was on the last Sunday of January when I (together with the Grizzly Bear, sisterhood and a few other folk) completed the Tongariro Crossing.
We had cake club at work 2 mondays ago and the lady rostered for that day brought this absolutely SUMPTUOUS chocolate dessert. It had a somewhat crumby base and a delectable chocolate icing on top. I found myself getting 2nds and 3rds! It was so yummy, I simply had to get the recipe, and she, very generously, shared it with me.
This is the first of a series of posts about Ilocos Sur and Ilocos Norte, provinces in the Philippines I visited about a decade ago. Since we (my dad, sister and I) covered a lot of ground in the 3, maybe 4 days we were there, I thought it would be best to split the stories up into bite-sized portions. 🙂
Sometime in 2005, the Philippine Department of Tourism produced several music videos which encouraged Filipinos to travel within the country. The video below (it’s in Filipino, but I’ll translate the words in a separate post) was the first of several, and I admit that it did make me want to travel.
Yesterday, some parts of the Wellington Waterfront turned PINK as several men and women braved the gale-force winds to participate in Estée Lauder’s Pink Star Walk, an event that’s geared to raise funds for the New Zealand Breast Cancer Foundation. There are three Pink Star Walks in New Zealand, one in the major cities of the country (Auckland, Wellington and Christchurch) and the first of the three walks kicked off right here in Wellington. Participants are called Pink Star Walkers and they have the choice of completing either a 5 km or a 10 km walk. They are trialing a half-marathon walk in Christchurch and if that’s successful they may include that in the Auckland and Wellington routes next year.
The Grizzly Bear and I went out for a drive last weekend because we wanted to make the most out of the glorious sunshine that bathed the Capital. It was decided we’d drive up the coast (Kapiti area) and find someplace to have lunch ,sit around a bit more and then drive back to the city. We brought enough food with us – we had half a chicken each, 2 bottles of Lemon Lime and Bitters, a big 2L bottle of water and a bit of leftover orange juice. I thought we’d be having a picnic at Raumati Beach or perhaps at one of those little rest areas you see at the side of the road. No. The Grizzly Bear, apparently, had something else in mind.
A week and two years ago (September 2013), the photography club I’m a member of was asked to cover a 3-day Chocolate Festival at the Hotel Intercontinental in Wellington – and my goodness, it was such a delectable event! I don’t know how I managed to get through that weekend without stuffing my face silly with chocolates!
We have a weekly social activity at work called “Cake Club”. At Cake Club, one person from the department would bring in a baked treat for the whole team to share. It doesn’t matter if it was made from scratch or purchased from one of the many bake shops near the office – what matters is that the assigned person would bring something for everyone. We take turns and guess what, I’m up on Monday, 07 September.
The last time I was on Cake Club, I took the easy way out. I decided that I’d make everyone work for their baked goodies so, instead of baking brownies at home, I measured out all the dry ingredients, put them all in plastic bags (I made enough for everyone) and on the day itself, handed the plastic bags out and asked everyone to add water, oil, stir and pop in the microwave for 1 minute (or so). Voila … instant chocolate brownie in a mug topped with yummy ice cream. Anyway, I figured I should bake something this time around and found the perfect recipe while trawling through Facebook.
The lovely wedding I attended in early August was not actually the 1st wedding I “covered”. In 2012, a good friend of mine asked if I could be the official unofficial photographer on her special day and, after reminding her that I haven’t done this before and asking her to swear that she won’t kill me if the photos weren’t amazing, I said yes. Mum (she was my 2nd photographer) and I drove up and documented the lovely beach wedding somewhere up at Northland. Here are some of the photos I took during the day.
I can still remember my very first “photography project”. I was still living in Hamilton then, and I was asked to take photos of a friend’s son. I obliged – so that I could practice and I think I managed to churn out a few good images. Nathan was a wee little darling and now, he’s nearly seven, enrolled in Kindergarten and is a big brother to Nykko. How time flies!
Today, I tried my hand at making Embutido!
I haven’t had Embutido in ages and I’ve been missing the taste, smell, and texture of this “served-during-special-occasions-usually-during-Christmas” dish. I’ve been meaning to prepare this but haven’t had the chance to, at least until now. I decided that the sunshine, nor my so-called “fitness regime” would stop me from having Embutido for dinner TONIGHT.