Life is good

Sometimes we are reminded of how lucky we are. Every day we should take the time to appreciate the good in our life.

Burnt path

Another Sunday, another bush walk. Starting South of Sydney, in Cronulla, with a long beach to walk across to then enter the historic Kamay Botany Bay National Park on the Kurnell Peninsula. Its historic significance dates to 1770 when it is said that Captain Cook landed here. It is now, supposedly, one of the best whale watching spots in Sydney, though we were a bit late to watch the humpback migration that happens in June/July.

We kept wondering why the walking platforms were all burnt, had a fire been a controled fire or a natural disaster. Of course, reaching the end of our 14km walk we discovered the walking track was closed to public. I guess they dont have a lot of walkers starting on the Cronulla side.

So it happens that a few weeks past a fire consumed 350 hectares of land south of Sydney, with speculations that it was an arsonist who started it on Sunday 3 September. It was impressive to see a land come back to life as it is used to fires in the hot summer days; plants had already started blooming and growing again after just a handful of weeks.

Practicing with a view

A couple of years ago a friend roped me into doing a walk. This was not just any walk. It was a pretty long walk. We covered 55km in one day. The longest walk I have done in a day. I had always liked walking but ever since I broke my own personal records in that bloody long walk, bushwalks have become a thing I particularly enjoy in my life in this neck of the woods.

This year, it was me encouraging someone else to do a walk with me. Only 28 kms. A walk this far needs training if you dont want to end up in bed incapable of moving the next day. So here we are. Walking walking walking.

The first walk was mostly tracks I had done before. Good familiar territory. But on our second walk we ventured to the first official National Park in Australia – the Royal National Park. And said to be the second national park in the world proclaimed in 1879. These stunning views in our 23km walk brought back memories of walking in the Downs in the South of England. Going up then going down – going up then going down.

No worries mate!

I just finished the longest stint on a project – human jigsaw juggler. To celebrate, the people from work bought me cake. I hope the message and knife are not a subtle hint as to what my future awaits me. Maybe I have just been watching and reading too many scandinavian crime series and books.  

Anyways, life goes on after this chapter and what better way than to go on a long holidays with no worries mate!

Coloring fever

Who doesn’t love colouring in? And now is socially acceptable for adults to do so. So much is annoying. So much I have just gotten bitten by the fever too and got myself a kit. I like to believe it will be a stress and anger relief. Or that is the idea. We shall see. 

I must admit I hadn’t gotten myself a book because I was a bit underwhelmed by the books being sold. However, I found one with a dry and controversial sense of humour which I find particularly funny. 


I end up in a rock concert at the famous Sydney opera house. After my few rock concert experiences back home, this seems weird. An oddity that comes from the anticipated chaos being crushed down by people’s orderly behavior in this iconic building and swinging their heads to the rhythm of rock music. A bizarre behavior, especially knowing that the lead singer spent 60 days in prison when he threatened a stewardess. I guess another contrast between soft (the artistic opera house) and hard (the sound of rock). 

It is said that this rock band’s name is an stylistic combination of hard and soft: The Stone Roses. They are an English rock band, formed in Manchester in 1983. Not a tribute to other bands nor after a book. For a band with only two albums released, it seems to me that they have had plenty of success. 

The crafty brew

Nowadays craft beer is mainstream. It is nice to see and experience. I remember my first home made brew my cousin made in his garage. An American Strange fellow who lived with us for half a year in the rundown city I grew up with. I digress. Two Americans, Andrew Fineran and Chris Sidwa, keen home brewers and lacrosse players now make a living of their slightly bigger garage brewing hobby in the inner west of Sydney. After two years of planning, they opened Batch Brewing Co at the end of 2013. Or some describe their success as an “overnight explosion” in December 2013. 

Now a boutique brewery for locals to enjoy their random and limited edition brews and creations of various food trucks that drop by on Saturdays to feed visitors, apparently offering a decent range, from wood-fired pizzas to pork belly buns. I can’t testify to the food trucks but for the beer…

New hood

I recently got asked: What do you miss from your old place? Other than the slightly bigger proximity to the train and the city, and the coffee shops down the road, pretty much… nothing.

Bastardising innecessarily 

A few days ago, I got roped into taking some new people at work out for lunch. We went around the corner to a place which is generally good. My pleasant surprise was that they had buffalo chicken wings in the menu. The unpleasant surprise is that it wasn’t real buffalo chicken wings. 

Buffalo chicken wings were first created in Buffalo, NY, USA. Legend says that Teressa Bellisimo created them due to a wrong shipment of chicken. Whatever the reason she created a dish that consisted of deep fried chicken wings covered in butter and hot sauce; celery and blue cheese on the side (apparently to cut the heat). This is what I think of when I look for Buffalo chicken wings, not this weird coated chicken wings with spicy barbecue sauce (barf). 

Anyhow, on a positive note, here are is a random fact about buffalo chicken wings; just because.

“In January 2015, at Wing Bowl 23 in Philadelphia she ate 440 chicken wings, a new women’s record (Molly Schuyler), in 26 minutes, but was beaten by Chicago’s Patrick Bertoletti, who ate a record 444. In March 2015, she set a world record”. 

The sport of the unknown

It is said that at its core and the crucial part of rally is that you don’t always know what’s around the next bend, so you have to be able to adjust the car on the go. 

Rallying is a motor sport in which cars have to get from one place to another in the shortest possible time. In a nutshell, rally drivers race on roads closed to the public in which the rallies are organised in stages. The time it takes to each driver to run every stage is cumulated to get the total stage time. 

Rally cars are usually small, 4 wheel drive, turbocharged cars that can go up to 130 mph but average 70-80 mph. They are road-racing cars are set up for intense forces under braking and cornering. 

Rally drivers race with someone else in the car called the co-driver. Their job is to help the drivers be ready for what the road is like just around the bend by yelling out the path in a code-like language.

For some a sport through which they make a living, for others a christmas present and an opportunity to do some adrenaline filled weekend activity.