Showing posts with label Travel. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Travel. Show all posts

Monday, April 21, 2014

The Loveliest Highlands






Easter Dining

A delicious meal so delicious I forgot to take a 'before' image. So here's the modern Asian delicious food porn substitute.... Rustic looking sugar cubes.
My only criticism of the Hungry Duck was their complete nonchalance when asked why a meal under the 'vegetable' heading of the menu arrived smothered in bonito flakes. Not. Cool.

Friday, April 18, 2014

Saturday Afternoon Tunes

This band always takes me back to Christmas in Paris, and the hostel with bed bugs.  The receptionist had this album on loop and I spent my Christmas evening with him in a tacky sports bar sinking beers and watching soccer.

It's a very fond memory, apart from the parasite part.

Monday, February 10, 2014

Mini break to the Sunshine State

I couldn't help but take a wing shot. No one was next to me so I didn't feel too idiotic. And so the mini break begins. 

There's something so charming about air travel. I also have a strange thing about meeting people at airports/being met at the airport. Bear met me at the gate (one million points), with a latte (bonus), and a cuddle (and we have a winner). Like the beginning of Love Actually - there's just something so warm and fuzzy in the atmosphere at the arrivals gates at airports - even more so when someone special is there waiting just for you. 


Pies with a side of "Kinda Bacon": the kinder bacon. Also kinda like crack.


Oh, Bardon. You're so handsome. 


Now. Red Star. How do I love thee, let me count the ways. I had my first Red Star cold pressed coffee at the West End markets a couple of months ago and I've been dreaming about it ever since. Finally reunited at the store in West End, it didn't dissappoint. For all who don't know, their cold press coffees are like an iced coffee without the trimmings, and only subtly sweetened with the deliciousness of blue agave. Heaven in a cute amber bottle.


The West End is my favourite place in Brisbane. Book shops, op shops, unassuming boutiques, record stores, and men who can walk down the street playing a ukulele without anyone raising an eyebrow. I refrained from buying many an impractical but pretty thing. Observe exhibit A, the perfectly preserved vintage picnic set. But if I OWNED one I WOULD have picnics, yes?


Unfortunately the op shop wallpaper was not available for sale.


Curse you, reflection! The image above the writing is of shitty looking kitties.


Prepare the pancreas. Diabetes incoming.