Some days you just feel very grateful for the friends you have. Like now, hanging this painting by my friend Bruce Taylor. What a birthday present.
This post has a video in it which might take a while to download, depending on the link you have. It’s about 6M. On the way to school, there is a steep hill as the path goes under St Georges Rd. The video shows how 2 different daughters navigate the same path to
I went to Varanasi with Dave recently – do you know the place?
Its where many Indians go to cremate their dead. The city is choked with teams of people running through town with beautifully draped corpses. You can hear them coming because there are always at least 2 drummers with the team. Just imagine: drummers with JOBS! Plus an audience that cant throw things at you.
Anyway we spent a lot of time walking around the ghats – and there is grey dust everywhere, and grey mud – and the city itself is swathed in a grey mist, and grey dust. You’re walking around – and you know whats in that grey dust. Now its a week later and my feet are still black. I cant get the dead people out of my feet. And you thought cracked heels were bad. Its freaking me out. I need a spiritual podiatrist. Or maybe a spiritualist with a foot fetish. I’m not sure.
Ethan’s first day at Fitzroy High School.
Love the Singapore Zoo. The zoo is branching out and we chose the River Safari this time. Fun – Not sure that Pandas are at all located in riparian landscapes – however they’re ridiculously cute and an extra reason to visit.
PS After visiting the otters at the zoo, Audrey has become obsessed and only wants an otter for her birthday next week. Nothing else!
Welcome to Singapore and the Year of the Horse. We stopped a couple of days en route back to Australia and stayed with my cousin and her kids. A chance to be in a modern Asian city, which helped to mitigate the culture shock of leaving India. Funny moment: Visiting Chinatown just before New Year – Kirsty explained it would be crowded “but nothing like what you’ve come from”. Kids freaked – it was the most crowded place they’d been all holidays.
Farewell India and thanks for the ride. We hope to get back on it one day. While our leaving won’t be noticed by 1.2 billion of you (with the exception of Nick who we leave as our emissary for a little while), we keenly feel our departure.
Pune is the eighth largest city in India with a population of 6 million people. Our neighbourhood, Koregaon Park, is upmarket, leafy and hosts expats working in IT and education along with visitors to the Osho Ashram. In the centre of town there is old Pune, It survived massive floods in 1961 and it’s here that you find rows of traditional shops selling saris, jewellery, hardware, sandals, musical instruments… Lucinda, Audrey and I came here to shop for saris.
The tall wooden buildings that house these shops and living quarters are on the verge of collapse. They were once beautifully ornate with carvings, wooden fretwork and coloured glass. It seems very unlikely that they will be restored. I expect they’ll be replaced with monotonous, utilitarian concrete. So here’s a little homage to the craftsmanship that went before. (Pics taken in Lakshmi Road)