Sunday, May 23, 2010


I enjoyed the dubious delights of the great outdoors on Thursday and Friday when I attended (for the 9th year in a row I might add!) the Grade 3 camp. A far cry from the bad old days, the unimaginatively named Camp Taiwan has counselors to help run the activities, food which is plentiful and bordering on gourmet and accommodation which while still “under canvas”, certainly negates the camping experience a lot by being under double layers, built on a wooden platform and having rough bunks with foam mattresses….luxury! It nestles in a high valley, a long steep winding road above the coastal village of Wanli on the northern tip of the country. The freeway landslide still has not been resolved so we had a tedious trip out there on the number 1 freeway and some back-tracking through the foothills. The bad old days I refer to had us inviting parents to help, where they were more useless than kids, ferrying great loads of food up the mountain and then cooking and preparing it, as well as living in stinking cramped ant infested rotting cabins…do you get the vibe I’m in?!

The surf has been quite pathetic this week, barely lapping on the shore of the east coast, so it hasn’t been an option. While it might have whipped up a little this morning, the annoying squally wind and rain would have made the trip and the end destination unappealing.

I came home and saw Cass for a while on Friday evening and we watched the Knights capitulate again in the last 10 minutes of their game against the West Tigers: they look the goods for such a long time every week only to fall at the final hurdle. I had agreed to go up to Lewy’s to watch the blockbuster AFL game on Friday night so made it there about 8.30. We had a good time, drank some beers and the group of us enjoyed one of our last get-togethers before another one of our “brethren” flies away to location exotic (in this case, another one to Singapore). We’ll have a night out at the lower school party at Shann Garden next Friday and that could well be it. Oh no, Craw’s and Kenny’s band, QvQ will play downtown on the last Wednesday and we all plan to go to that.

Speaking of the Craw, we attended the wedding reception of Andrew and Sophie this afternoon at the newly re-located French restaurant, Le Jardin, in Tienmu. Craw is a big tall Aussie boy who is an articulate quiet intelligent member of my book club. Sophie is the long term personal assistant to the superintendent. They are both delightful so we couldn’t be happier for them. We gave them an interesting gift of, along with some cash, the three essential guide books we took to Italy with us, which proved to be real winners. We included a card decorated with a hand drawn picture of a church in Florence that we bought there. Guess where they are heading next year? Right, Florence it is! The afternoon was very sophisticated and lovely: the restaurant was just the spot for the smart casual do: they had married, just the two of them, through the week at a registry office and just had 40 or so close friends join them for a quiet celebration this afternoon. Earlier, we were due to set off in the teeming rain but I ventured up to the main road to hail a cab, then directed it around to our front door to pick up “Princess Cassy” resplendent in beautiful silk and delicate Italian shoes!

So with a degree of sadness hanging about us this week with the impending departure of yet more good friends, we’re keeping busy writing reports and doing all that other end-of-year madness that no matter how well you prepare yourself, always seems to creep up and bite you hard late in the peace! Photos today are of Cassy visiting her friend, Kristin’s, two very new and tiny kittens through the week, a shot of my book club mates Gurecki and Grande, Cass with Karen and Paige, each with their short grey “dos”, and me with my surfing mate Dan who is pulling a very strange face!

Cass is reading The View From Castle Rock and I'm reading the Chinese dictionary (on occasions!)