<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35166276</id><updated>2009-11-14T07:02:33.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures of JinJin</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventures-of-jinjin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35166276/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventures-of-jinjin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35166276/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>jinjin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12197167489045969061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>83</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35166276.post-6520852360173573564</id><published>2009-10-12T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T00:06:03.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OOPSII AND OUR TRIP TO THE FISH FARM (15 AUG 2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Daddy got his new toy, Oopsii, he'd been obsessed with taking Oopsii out. He goes fishing a lot, and as a result, our chest freezer is now constantly filled to the brim with his prized catches - Stingrays, Snappers, Golden Travelly, etc. One night, Daddy even fished 3 human beings from the sea! Don't worry... they're NOT in our chest freezer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that fateful night, Oopsii was chartered by a group of men who wanted to go night fishing. Daddy was their skipper. The night started beautifully, but about 2 hours into the charter, they spotted a storm coming towards them fast. Oopsii raced to seek shelter at a yacht club. After the storm passed, Daddy steered the group back to Punggol Marina and everyone went home, except Daddy who stayed back to clean Oopsii. During that time, Daddy picked up an SOS message on the radar. It was in the dead of the night, and no one else was at the Marina. Courageously, Daddy went off alone to search for the people who'd sent out the SOS message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy found 2 men clinging precariously to a capsized boat, and a third man who was unconscious drifting away. Daddy pulled the 3 men up onto Oopsii and drove at top speed back to the Marina. Enroute, he was stopped by the coastguard, who didn't even pick up the SOS message (!) and questioned Daddy for going so fast. When Daddy explained the situation to the coastguard and they saw the comatose man on the boat, they escorted Oopsii back to the Marina. An ambulance whisked the 3 men away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, a newspaper reporter picked up the lead and wanted to interview Daddy, but Daddy declined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On 15 August 2009, Daddy suggested taking the family out on Oopsii to visit his friend's fish farm. The farm was out at sea, near Punggol Marina. The fish farm isn't open to the public, so we were lucky to be able to visit it. Gwen's family joined us that afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394571802466785682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/St1eeQFfGZI/AAAAAAAAC-w/UoaU7pDz5r0/s320/090815+1433+457.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394572771293622418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/St1fWpPzcJI/AAAAAAAAC_Y/6M89GoqwWbE/s320/090815+1605+461.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394572758028227714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/St1fV31FlII/AAAAAAAAC_Q/2Z3V8R242tg/s320/090815+1554+022+P.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to the fish farm, the caretaker handed us a big bucket of small fish for us to feed the fishes and showed us around. The farm reared many different types of fishes in pools of seawater segregated by nets. It was similar to the kelong we visited in Kukup, except this farm was bigger, cleaner and much more professional. They even had 2 monster grouper in one of the pools, but we didn't get to see them during our visit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394571819692013314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/St1efQQTNwI/AAAAAAAAC_A/v46cZ2SLId0/s320/090815+1528+004+P.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394571811095925778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/St1eewO1VBI/AAAAAAAAC-4/KMfz9kxPgw4/s320/090815+1515+001+P.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394572751081114802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/St1fVd8xDLI/AAAAAAAAC_I/-xhheT5I1G0/s320/090815+1537+020+P.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At first glance, the deep pools of seawater didn't appear to contain any fishes, but the moment we tossed a small fish into the pool, the reared fishes would appear at lightning speed to eat up the small fish. The caretaker showed us where they reared Tilapia, and that was the most fascinating of all the pools. There were thousands of Tilapia. When we tossed the small fish into the Tilapia's pool, the Tilapia jumped, thrashed about and fought so hard for the small fish that the pool looked like it was boiling. It was fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of our visit, our hands were all bloody from handling the dead, small fish and I had fish bits on my face and in my hair. Yucks! I really really stank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back, rain came splashing down. As Oopsii zipped through the water, the raindrops felt like bullets when they struck our faces. Ouch!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were dirty, smelly, and in pain, but the trip was well worth it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394572777835554306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/St1fXBnhZgI/AAAAAAAAC_g/1MTsyxz77wE/s320/090815+1656+463.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35166276-6520852360173573564?l=adventures-of-jinjin.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventures-of-jinjin.blogspot.com/feeds/6520852360173573564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35166276&amp;postID=6520852360173573564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35166276/posts/default/6520852360173573564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35166276/posts/default/6520852360173573564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventures-of-jinjin.blogspot.com/2009/10/oopsii-and-our-trip-to-fish-farm-15-aug.html' title=''/><author><name>jinjin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12197167489045969061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02827223575552294840'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/St1eeQFfGZI/AAAAAAAAC-w/UoaU7pDz5r0/s72-c/090815+1433+457.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35166276.post-6404859088103129082</id><published>2009-08-27T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T10:07:44.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EXPLORING JOO CHIAT (26 JULY 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Grandpa Eddy is an ardent fan of the wanton mee stall at Tembeling Road called Hong Mao Noodle. Four mornings a week, he'll be there tucking into a bowl of wanton mee for breakfast. He said the wanton skin was so silky smooth that the flavourful wanton would literally melt in your mouth. He spoke so highly of the stall that the rest of us decided that we should have a bowl of wanton mee for Sunday brunch one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391747391356674098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/StNVr4x0IDI/AAAAAAAAC9Y/6wGzWN1vegA/s320/090726+1330+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Sundays after our cruise to nowhere, we pulled up at the wanton mee stall in our MPV. We quickly found 2 tables in the coffeeshop for our whole family, but the wait for the wanton mee was horrendous. Forty-five minutes later, my noodles were still not here. I couldn't wait any longer, so I had prata instead. Ah Gong, Ah Ma, and Mommy who waited for the wanton mee weren't too impressed. Fairly ordinary noodles with an extraordinarily long wait was their verdict. Hygiene was also very poor at the stall. Sorry Grandpa Eddy! We're in no hurry to go back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling rather dissatisfied with the culinary experience, Mommy suggested that we explored the rest of Joo Chiat to see what else there was to pop into our mouths. We passed a row of very pretty conservation shophouses, an old Chinese shop which sold cane furniture, and an equally ancient Chinese bakery. By the time we got to East Coast Road, we were all very sweaty and pining for something cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391747406153513010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/StNVsv5p-DI/AAAAAAAAC9g/bYXriJwCXLA/s320/090726+1331+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391747409251044690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/StNVs7cKjVI/AAAAAAAAC9o/7893Lev20JI/s320/090726+1331+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391748399923204338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/StNWml-0EPI/AAAAAAAAC9w/768_DmOhBA0/s320/090726+1341+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An icy dessert would be perfect, so Grandpa Eddy suggested having chendol at Glory Catering on East Coast Road. He ordered a round of chendol and an assortment of Nonya kueh for everyone. Mommy and I both liked sticky kueh with 9 layers of colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391748409118315554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/StNWnIPGVCI/AAAAAAAAC94/pO82bfprwQ4/s320/090726+1359+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391748415535664098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/StNWngJHS-I/AAAAAAAAC-A/n-vFK5VHpTA/s320/090726+1410+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little further down the road was Gina's Vadai stall in a coffeeshop called Carlton Restaurant. Grandpa Eddy loved vadai and he reckoned this stall had the best in Singapore. The rest of us had never tried vadai before, so Grandpa Eddy bought some for us to sample. It was sinfully oily but flavourful. I liked it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391749400077222466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/StNXgz2HQkI/AAAAAAAAC-I/RIbEokmJ-Wk/s320/090726+1445+065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other side of the road, we stumbled upon an interesting find - Katong Antique House, a museum showcasing all things Peranakan. The owner and curator of the museum, Mr Peter Wee, welcomed us in and introduced us to his wife and friend who were having lunch at the back of the shophouse. Mr Wee was fiercely proud of his Peranakan roots and he had spent about 30 years collecting Peranakan clothing, jewellery, beaded shoes, porcelain, portraits and pictures. We learnt that Keong Saik Street was named after his great grandfather. We had a nice chat with Mr Wee and his wife, and Ah Ma and Grandma Nancy bought some homemade nonya goodies from the lovely couple. We promised to re-visit one day before saying goodbye to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391749415748716802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/StNXhuOfSQI/AAAAAAAAC-Q/Gcg3ZCocDQQ/s320/090726+1453+071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391749424442196722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/StNXiOnLQvI/AAAAAAAAC-Y/cHiXZnW0eX8/s320/090726+1501+075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391750292990704050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/StNYUyNRubI/AAAAAAAAC-g/2q1R6uUIwz0/s320/090726+1502+078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued walking. We passed Mary's Corner Tau Kwa Pau shop, the row of laksa stalls all laying claims to serving the original and the best Katong laksa around, and the Red House (an old-fashioned confectionery which has since been hoarded up because the building is dangerously close to collapsing). No traditional cream cakes for me... but we did come across some really cute terrapins in a tub. All in all, it was an interesting day-out. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391750307782151234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/StNYVpT1TEI/AAAAAAAAC-o/qFKvLx-9_Xs/s320/090726+1526+081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35166276-6404859088103129082?l=adventures-of-jinjin.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventures-of-jinjin.blogspot.com/feeds/6404859088103129082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35166276&amp;postID=6404859088103129082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35166276/posts/default/6404859088103129082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35166276/posts/default/6404859088103129082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventures-of-jinjin.blogspot.com/2009/08/exploring-joo-chiat-26-july-2009.html' title=''/><author><name>jinjin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12197167489045969061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02827223575552294840'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/StNVr4x0IDI/AAAAAAAAC9Y/6wGzWN1vegA/s72-c/090726+1330+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35166276.post-4475039352276641589</id><published>2009-08-27T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T08:19:28.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;CRUISE TO NOWHERE (19 JULY 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy had spent the last one year dreaming, conceptualising, designing and building an all aluminium fishing powerboat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When OOPSII The Boat was finally on water, Captain Daddy welcomed us on board her maiden voyage. Brand new lifevests were handed out by Captain Daddy, and bags of munchies were handed out by First Mate Mommy. After Captain Daddy's safety briefing, we were off to explore the smelly waters near Punggol Marina!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374652620127510834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SpaaFPXSoTI/AAAAAAAAC9Q/Sl_ssZvYIZk/s320/090719+1732+182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374651331231980098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SpaY6N2pmkI/AAAAAAAAC8o/_IIl9Xt_Dwo/s320/090719+1643+040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seasickness didn't seem to feature in anyone's mind. Those nasty memories of being sick on board the whale watching cruise in the Gold Coast were kept out of Grandma Nancy's head, as she happily competed with Ah Ma on finishing a bag of Twisties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374651347788011490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SpaY7Lh6l-I/AAAAAAAAC84/1pFAbim9hSA/s320/090719+1651+083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374651341226921298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SpaY6zFoTVI/AAAAAAAAC8w/N-Zr_IoCUC8/s320/090719+1650+064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw several kelongs in the water during our cruise, and Captain Daddy made a brief stop on Seletar Island for us to check out the beach (or rather, lack thereof). The narrow strip of brown sand was riddled with trash and populated by sandflies. Double yucks! We stayed long enough for a group shot before heading back.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374652599495660978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SpaaECgRlbI/AAAAAAAAC9A/RcTlwjKV3-A/s320/090719+1657+090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374652609532405570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SpaaEn5OJ0I/AAAAAAAAC9I/thP6fkPhy6s/s320/090719+1705+112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone had full confidence in Captain Daddy's boating skills, and he didn't disappoint us. It was a smooth ride from start to finish. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35166276-4475039352276641589?l=adventures-of-jinjin.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventures-of-jinjin.blogspot.com/feeds/4475039352276641589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35166276&amp;postID=4475039352276641589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35166276/posts/default/4475039352276641589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35166276/posts/default/4475039352276641589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventures-of-jinjin.blogspot.com/2009/08/cruise-to-nowhere-19-july-2009-daddy.html' title=''/><author><name>jinjin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12197167489045969061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02827223575552294840'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SpaaFPXSoTI/AAAAAAAAC9Q/Sl_ssZvYIZk/s72-c/090719+1732+182.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35166276.post-752708473549162270</id><published>2009-07-04T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T10:55:24.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TRIP TO PULAU UBIN (28 JUNE 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulau Ubin (which means "Granite Island" in Bahasa Melayu) is an island to the north-east coast of Singapore. Years ago, granite quarries, plunging 30 to 40 metres deep into the ground, used to operate on the island, but the whole island has since been acquired by the government and is now state land. Since then, the government has stepped in to improve the infrastructure on the island, but it's still relatively undeveloped compared to the rest of Singapore. It's probably the only place in Singapore where one can readily sample "kampong life".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355388207005906658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SlIpM0DnNuI/AAAAAAAAC6o/74scLsQhde8/s320/090628+1400+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma Nancy's brother, Granduncle Alvin, visits Ubin regularly and he told Grandma Nancy about the bumper crop of durians on the island this season. All of us thought picking durians in the wild would be a fruitful way of spending a Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our plan was to get to the island in the morning, bike around in search of durian trees, pick durians to our hearts' content, have lunch on the island, then return home to enjoy seed after seed of bittersweet durian. But of course... things never really go according to grand plans, do they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to be on the island bright and early, but as it turned out, the allure of sleep kept our plans at bay. We got up late, and by the time we arrived at Changi Village to catch the bumboat to Ubin, there were no carpark lots left at Changi Village! We had to wait a really long time for a lot to free up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we got to the jetty, we saw many groups of people returning from Ubin with gunny sacks filled with durians. "Leave some for us!", we almost yelled in panic. Well, the early bird catches the worm, they say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bumboat ticket to Ubin cost S$2.50 each one-way. The ride to Ubin only took about 15 mins. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355394762839285010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SlIvKacF3RI/AAAAAAAAC8g/f9A0inj9INA/s320/090628+1759+257.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we arrived at Ubin, we were greeted by the sight of a leathery old man selling his pickings for the day, whetting our appetite to pick our own. But first up, lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355388193128818066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SlIpMAXDpZI/AAAAAAAAC6Y/ed0vX3Es2D8/s320/090628+1354+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355388205020885682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SlIpMsqWMrI/AAAAAAAAC6g/Yd99_666czg/s320/090628+1354+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy steered us to a restaurant, where he'd been before. We ordered mee goreng, fried Hokkien mee, fried beehoon, steamed crab, sambal sotong, chilli mussels, leatherjacket fish in black bean sauce, fried chicken and sambal kangkong. Everyone heaped praises on the mee goreng and fried chicken. Only Daddy stayed silent. He had had a peek of the kitchen whilst looking for the toilet, and had seen sewage in an exposed drain flowing right through the kitchen. That pretty much killed his appetite. Fortunately, none of us fell sick after the meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355389130889729746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SlIqClyrltI/AAAAAAAAC6w/GZKVyWtuVSw/s320/090628+1430+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355389136822054146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SlIqC75DrQI/AAAAAAAAC64/Zh-m12cqQwo/s320/090628+1437+061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355389138396093138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SlIqDBwVmtI/AAAAAAAAC7A/3ur7G7Y8DWE/s320/090628+1442+070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we hired bikes from a random shop in the village. Grandpa Eddy and Grandma Nancy shared a tandem bike. Ah Gong and Ah Ma were supposed to share a second tandem bike, but Ah Gong had great difficulty keeping his balance with Ah Ma on the bike! Daddy had to take Ah Ma as his pillion in the end. Much to Daddy's dismay as he had to suffer her nags in stereo the whole journey... Ah Gong, on the other hand, was very glad to have a bike all to himself. Mommy took me on her bike, and Ning Che Che took Su Ann on hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355394746880671378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SlIvJe_QvpI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/fsFZVOMkFQQ/s320/090628+1736+221.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355390991922973538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SlIru6rlS2I/AAAAAAAAC7I/68ZuUiQIQH8/s320/090628+1537+108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355390997083679170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SlIrvN5_acI/AAAAAAAAC7Q/ZUj4A7cKIvU/s320/090628+1541+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355392588699619890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SlItL3IzUjI/AAAAAAAAC7g/oe4YyckduNM/s320/090628+1555+139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of us knew where the durian trees were, so Grandpa Eddy rang Granduncle Alvin for directions. Granduncle Alvin tried his best to give us directions, but it was way too difficult for Grandpa Eddy to ride a tandem bike and receive directions on the phone at the same time. Grandpa Eddy gave up on receiving directions after a while. We would just have to sniff the air for the signature, pungent fragrance of the durian fruit, and keep a lookout for the trees as we rode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We passed abandonned granite quarries, a mangrove swamp, a boy who caught a stone fish, coconut trees, rambutan trees, jackfruit trees, but we just didn't spot any durian trees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355392600447525186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SlItMi5uIUI/AAAAAAAAC7w/lb3WfKVlhtE/s320/090628+1639+177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa Eddy and Grandma Nancy had been struggling to keep up with the group, so when the rest of us got to the top of a slope, we stopped by the side of the road to wait for them. It was then that both my grandmothers fell!!! Grandpa Eddy had trouble cycling up the slope, so Grandma Nancy pushed their bike up the slope instead. She somehow managed to lose her balance whilst pushing the bike and fell, with the bike landing on top of her. Her elbow got scratched up pretty badly. Then, Ah Ma got off her bike to have a look-see. She too somehow managed to lose her balance and tumbled onto a bush. Poor bush!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355391003506160738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SlIrvl1OtGI/AAAAAAAAC7Y/JyniSQqL1Hk/s320/090628+1553+135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After their falls, the enthusiasm of both my grandmothers to look for durians waned. Ah Ma kept using Su Ann and me as excuses to get the group to turn back. She kept going on and on about the heat, about how Su Ann and I shouldn't be under the sun for so long, blah blah, until Daddy couldn't take the nagging anymore and decided to steer the group back to the village. The truth was Su Ann and I were comfortable and we were really enjoying the ride. I was looking forward to going to one of the beaches on the island as well, but I would now have to give that a miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355392598670727106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SlItMcSGV8I/AAAAAAAAC7o/EnjfRArGQKs/s320/090628+1637+168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling rather disappointed when Ning Che Che caught sight of a durian tree and signalled to our group to stop. The tree was actually pretty close to where we started our ride. Both my grandmothers eagerly scoured the forest floor for fallen durians, but the "early birds" had picked the area clean, except for... one fruit which had been obscured by leaves. Grandma Nancy spotted that one and proudly held it up like a nugget of gold! Finally, we had one and we returned to the village triumphant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After returning our bikes, the tribe descended on the village's only provision shop. To celebrate her find, Grandma Nancy ordered a round of icy cold coconuts for everyone. She also bought some rambutans from the shopkeeper, and got them to split open the durian for us. Each of the adults took a seed, and they said it was "very shiok"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355393488425676578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SlIuAO4NbyI/AAAAAAAAC8A/ms5iH1Ri6hQ/s320/090628+1721+216.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355393477897527186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SlIt_nqGn5I/AAAAAAAAC74/7ZaevSpeWeY/s320/090628+1717+214.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355393492586272754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SlIuAeYLF_I/AAAAAAAAC8I/sjFVArE5WkM/s320/090628+1721+220.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back to the jetty, we stopped for mee rebus at a little coffee shop. Ubin was a lovely adventure for all of us. We will certainly return for more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355394752493915186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SlIvJz5kDDI/AAAAAAAAC8Y/Vdvtpr4RHbI/s320/090628+1753+250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35166276-752708473549162270?l=adventures-of-jinjin.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventures-of-jinjin.blogspot.com/feeds/752708473549162270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35166276&amp;postID=752708473549162270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35166276/posts/default/752708473549162270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35166276/posts/default/752708473549162270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventures-of-jinjin.blogspot.com/2009/07/trip-to-pulau-ubin-28-june-2009-pulau.html' title=''/><author><name>jinjin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12197167489045969061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02827223575552294840'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SlIpM0DnNuI/AAAAAAAAC6o/74scLsQhde8/s72-c/090628+1400+035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35166276.post-5658945657548278831</id><published>2009-06-28T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T20:18:47.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Less than a week after returning from Brisbane, I underwent surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bottom lashes of both my eyes had been growing inwards for the longest time. They poked and rubbed against my eyes each time I blinked. I grew to live with the discomfort, so no one knew I had a problem until I started blinking really hard one day. At first, my family thought I had picked up the bad habit of blinking super hard, and I had to endure both the discomfort and their scolding! Poor me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite their scolding, I continued to blink really hard and my eyes turned red one day. Mommy took me to the pediatrician who suspected I was allergic to something. Mommy wasn't quite convinced so she took me to the National Eye Centre ("NEC") for a thorough check. It was the NEC which broke the news to Mommy that I needed surgery, and quite urgently, as my eyes had already been scratched up pretty badly by my lashes. The doctor said he could see the scars on my eyes and an infection had caused my eyes to turn red. He prescribed an antibiotic eye drop and a date was fixed for me to undergo an operation after my trip to Australia. Mommy felt really guilty for scolding me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was under general anesthesia for the operation. After the procedure, the area under my eyes was bruised and bloody. I had to miss my school's field trip to the zoo, but I wasn't about to miss Mommy's cousin, Aunty Eu-An's wedding. I was looking forward to being a flowergirl! Mommy, Ah Ma and Ning Che Che cleaned my eyes and applied medication for me every day. Fortunately, by 20 June 2009 (the wedding day), my eyes were pretty again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354792348702296130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SlALRS5hSEI/AAAAAAAAC5g/nxUw8gM5l4A/s320/090620+1147+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354792339705114706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SlALQxYbMFI/AAAAAAAAC5Y/CUJGijkjLv4/s320/090620+1339+132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The solemnisation and wedding banquet were held at the Grand Ballroom of the Ritz Carlton Millenia Hotel. It was a lavish affair with about 800 guests. Aunty Eu-An praised me for doing well as her flowergirl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354800088019157970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SlASTyGcw9I/AAAAAAAAC5w/ZiWzMTYCtt4/s320/090620+2005+166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354802949884669634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SlAU6XYW7sI/AAAAAAAAC54/owTkCxrFsyQ/s320/090620+2006+168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354802953998905298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SlAU6mtRL9I/AAAAAAAAC6A/kclu_KbR2no/s320/090620+2006+169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354809044270777682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SlAadGvPBVI/AAAAAAAAC6Q/4x5Hd9pcHH0/s320/090620+2229+223.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35166276-5658945657548278831?l=adventures-of-jinjin.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventures-of-jinjin.blogspot.com/feeds/5658945657548278831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35166276&amp;postID=5658945657548278831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35166276/posts/default/5658945657548278831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35166276/posts/default/5658945657548278831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventures-of-jinjin.blogspot.com/2009/06/less-than-week-after-returning-from.html' title=''/><author><name>jinjin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12197167489045969061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02827223575552294840'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SlALRS5hSEI/AAAAAAAAC5g/nxUw8gM5l4A/s72-c/090620+1147+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35166276.post-3922810891688764515</id><published>2009-06-07T02:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T06:32:17.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TRIP TO QUEENSLAND (29 MAY TO 7 JUNE 2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Mommy discovered that Emirates was offering Singapore-Brisbane return tickets for only S$430.00 all-in, she could hardly believe her eyes. She grabbed those tickets for the whole family before they were gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy planned to take us all to Brisbane, Rainbow Beach, Fraser Island and the Gold Coast. She painstakingly pieced together our itinerary, booked our accommodation and hired a mini-bus for the whole family, but the unpredictable weather and a really unreliable vehicle rental company nearly ruined our trip, even before we set foot on Oz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a week and a half before our trip, Mother Nature wreaked havoc on South-East Queensland, bringing freak high tides and dumping so much rain so suddenly that there was widespread flooding, road closures and power outages. Things were looking quite bad, but there was nothing we could do, except pray that the high tides would recede and the sun would come out in time to bring cheer to our plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when the weather reports started to look rosier, Mommy received an e-mail from the vehicle rental company called Rolo (&lt;a href="http://www.rolo.com.au/"&gt;http://www.rolo.com.au/&lt;/a&gt;) that we'd to pay an additional AUD150.00 to pick up the mini-bus from the airport after office hours. Before Mommy made the booking with Rolo, they had given Mommy a fee quote of the hire based on the dates and times of pick-up and return of the vehicle. Rolo knew full well that we'd be picking up and returning the vehicle late at night, but their fee quote had made no mention of an additional after hours fee. This additional fee was also not stated anywhere in Rolo's terms and conditions or their website when Mommy made the booking. All of a sudden, just 3 days before our trip, Rolo decided to tell us of this hefty additional charge (AUD150 to pick up after hours, and possibly another AUD150 to return after hours). Mommy wrote to Rolo to seek a waiver of this additional fee, and was told that the company would look into the matter and revert. Just one day before our flight, Rolo reverted to say that the additional fee was still payable. Then barely an hour after e-mailing us to say that, they suddenly e-mailed us again to say the vehicle was no longer available and that they'd refund the deposit they'd collected from us! The news dropped on Mommy like a ton of bricks. Only a mini-bus could ferry our whole family, and not many vehicle rental companies in Brisbane had mini-buses amongst their fleet. Where were we going to find an alternative mini-bus at such short notice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After digesting the bad news, Daddy managed to get in touch with a different vehicle rental company minutes before they closed for the day. This second company told Daddy over the phone that they had a mini-bus available for hire, and that Daddy should send over his credit card particulars straight away to secure the booking. Daddy did as told, only to be met with an e-mail minutes later to say that they'd made a mistake and that the mini-bus was actually broken!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy stayed up all night trying to look for an alternative, and eventually secured a booking with Europcar (&lt;a href="http://www.europcar.com.au/"&gt;http://www.europcar.com.au/&lt;/a&gt;). Europcar really saved our trip, and we've no qualms about recommending them to anyone who wants to hire a vehicle in Oz. The Toyota Hiace mini-bus we got was a new-model vehicle, it was in pristine condition and their rates were reasonable. Their rates were not the lowest, but the company was reliable and we had no problems at all returning the vehicle at the airport late at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it turns out, the weather was fine for most part of the trip, and Su Ann and I had an adventure of a lifetime. Here's what we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;DAY ONE - 29 MAY 2009 (FRIDAY)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1330 hrs: The usual travelling suspects (Grandpa Eddy, Grandma Nancy, Ah Gong, Ah Ma, Laoyi, Daddy, Mommy, Ning Che Che, Su Ann and I) had just collected our boarding passes from the Emirates counter. Emirates Flight No. EK432 to Brisbane was scheduled to take off at 1520 hrs. With some time to spare, we headed to the staff canteen at Terminal One for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1430 hrs: After lunch, we took a brisk walk to the boarding gate. The gate was a fair distance away from the customs checkpoint, and it was closing in 20 mins. As usual, no time for any duty free shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1445 hrs: We were at the boarding gate, watching airplanes take off and land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347464694879879298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjYCztNCAII/AAAAAAAACu4/de_kU0e-Ch4/s320/090529+1452+002+P.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1515 hrs: Our flight was finally ready for boarding. Mommy, Ning Che Che and Su Ann sat up front where the bassinet seats were. Next to them was another Singaporean family with a toddler who was a month older than Su Ann. Su Ann had company! Grandpa Eddy, Grandma Nancy, Ah Gong and Daddy shared a row of seats further back. Ah Ma, Laoyi and I shared a row of seats adjacent to them. The flight was full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1550 hrs: The take-off was delayed by 30 mins, but the Captain said the flight would be assisted by a very strong tailwind, so we'd be arriving in Brisbane a little earlier than anticipated. Su Ann was distracted by a bottle of milk during take-off and didn't shed a teardrop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;DAY TWO - 30 MAY 2009 (SATURDAY)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0030 hrs: Su Ann and I enjoyed the 7 hr 30 mins long flight. We had good company, Emirates had plenty of goodies for the both of us, food and drinks were plentiful and the inflight entertainment system was top notch. Before we knew it, we had landed safely in Brisbane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0140 hrs: There was some drama clearing customs at the airport though. Ah Ma had packed rice, instant noodles and 2 boxes of Prima Taste Hainanese Chicken Rice mix in her suitcase, but hadn't declared them to customs. When her suitcase went under the X-ray machine, Ah Ma was pulled aside and her bag searched. Customs wanted to fine Ah Ma AUD250 for the offence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, Mommy had declared "Baby Food" to customs, so Daddy explained to the customs officer that some of the baby food was in Ah Ma's suitcase because we were travelling together as a family. The customs officer let Ah Ma off with a stern warning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, something similar happened to Grandma Nancy when she last travelled to Australia. Oh dear! Both my grandmas have been blacklisted by the Aussie government! We made them pose with the warning letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347464698229050530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjYCz5riTKI/AAAAAAAACvA/cIadXs5BFvs/s320/090529+2346+006+P.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0150 hrs: Daddy hailed a Maxi-taxi to take our family to Hotel Ibis in downtown Brisbane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0220 hrs: We had arrived at the hotel. The taxi fare was AUD51.30, which was reasonable for that time of the morning and for ferrying so many of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0230 hrs: The check-in process was swift and we were in our rooms within 10 mins. The hotel was a little dated, but clean. The room was spacious and each room had 2 double beds. Laoyi, Ah Ma, Ning Che Che and Su Ann shared one room, whilst Daddy Mommy, Ah Gong and I shared the interconnecting room. Grandpa Eddy and Grandma Nancy had their own room. We paid an average of AUD165 per night per room, with buffet breakfast included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0300 hrs: We washed up and went to bed, whilst Daddy and Mommy went on a food hunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotel Ibis was just a short distance away from Queen Street Mall, the heart of Brisbane. Daddy and Mommy discovered that, aside from the Conrad Treasury Casino, MacDonald's, Hungry Jacks (that's what Burger King is known as in Oz) and 7/11, no one else was serving food at that hour. Daddy joined the queue of intoxicated teenagers waiting for burgers and fries at Hungry Jack's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0400 hrs: Bars and dance clubs must have shut their doors because the area around Queen Street Mall was filled with drunk teenagers talking, singing and puking their guts out. Not much else was happening at that hour in this city of 1.8 million people, so Daddy and Mommy returned to the hotel to catch some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0900 hrs: Rise and shine, and we were at the hotel's cafe for buffet breakfast. The food was terribly salty. The selection was the poorest we've seen at any of the buffet breakfast we've been to. We were in and out of there fairly quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1000 hrs: Daddy's friend, Aunty Sam, had come to the hotel to meet us. Aunty Sam has 3 kids, but they were in school that morning, so she came alone... with a bag choked full of goodies for Su Ann and me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunty Sam took Daddy to Europcar to pick up our rental mini-bus, whilst the rest of us walked to Queen Street Mall. Ah Gong bought some books for Su Ann and me. Mommy bought a lovely strawberry shortcake for Aunty Sam. The rest of us left the mall empty-handed, but we all had a good time window-shopping, watching the balloon man make animals out of colourful balloons, and watching a fashion show on the mall. The clean-up crew had done a good job of cleaning up all that stinky puke the rowdy teenagers had left behind just a few hours before, as we didn't encounter any traces of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1300 hrs: We were back at the hotel to check out of our rooms. As we had arrived really late the night before, the hotel had kindly agreed to extend our check-out time till 1300 hrs for free. Aunty Sam and Daddy were already at the hotel with our rental mini-bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1330 hrs: We bade farewell to Aunty Sam and were on our way to Sunshine Coast via the Bruce Highway. The mini-bus was perfect for our family. It had the right no. of seats for all of us and sufficient storage space for all our bags and pram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347461338255377122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjX_wUzYwuI/AAAAAAAACug/IVVnpIyM54Q/s320/090531+1119+066+P.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1430 hrs: An hour out of Brisbane, Daddy turned off the highway at the Big Fish / Humble Pie Exit. There was a strawberry farm called Rolin Farms (&lt;a href="http://www.rolinfarms.com.au/"&gt;http://www.rolinfarms.com.au/&lt;/a&gt;) at Rutters Road, Elimbah where one could pick-your-own-strawberries from late May. After learning about the terrible storms which hit Sunshine Coast and destroyed millions of dollars for strawberry farmers, Mommy had e-mailed the farm to find out if it was open to the public but hadn't heard back. We kept our fingers crossed as Daddy turned into the carpark of the farm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The farmer's wife greeted us. She welcomed us to visit the farm, but said the farm wasn't ready for pick-your-own yet, which triggered a collective sigh from our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked about the farm and I saw big, red, juicy strawberries hanging from their plants for the first time in my life. Strawberries are my favourite fruit and I usually eat about 10 a day. Naturally, I got very excited when I saw the strawberries and started running about the farm happily. Su Ann followed suit. She kept pointing and saying: "Berry. Berry. Berry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347552204767777090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjZSZc8KUUI/AAAAAAAAC3A/Dw6OxTiBSWA/s320/090530+1429+121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347670435880528626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/Sja97aKEavI/AAAAAAAAC4A/oPwU3t-iV8o/s320/090530+1448+188.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347552193932155442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjZSY0kv2jI/AAAAAAAAC24/7HdGpHnr7Og/s320/090530+1426+096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347552209989370802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjZSZwZFg7I/AAAAAAAAC3I/uxxNdj_r-lg/s320/090530+1431+136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine our excitement when we saw Daddy walking towards us with a punnet for pick-your-own in his hand, together with Farmer Rob and his little daughter, Ashley. Whilst the rest of us were busy walking about the farm, Daddy befriended Farmer Rob, who eventually agreed to allow us to pick a few strawberries for the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347560155199825090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjZZoOm35MI/AAAAAAAAC3Y/RRv_U2ab46k/s320/090530+1442+180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347562750525046722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjZb_S8n_8I/AAAAAAAAC3g/IvwPrCXzwH8/s320/090530+1447+185.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were the only visitors to the farm that afternoon. Farmer Rob took us on a personal tour of the farm, showing us the various species of strawberry plants, demonstrating how to use wooden carts to harvest the strawberries, telling us about the wildlife which ate his crop, the bait which he used to stop them, and the recent flood which caused him massive losses. His daughter, Ashley, showed us how to pick strawberries. No one spent more time picking and eating strawberries fresh off the plant than Ashley, as evidenced by her mud-crusted feet and mud-streaked happy face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347563321123477202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjZcggl5FtI/AAAAAAAAC3w/lHWwJi8xcvc/s320/090530+1503+270.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347560149397699634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjZZn4_ifDI/AAAAAAAAC3Q/Zbvtva4hsl0/s320/090530+1441+176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347500168629764850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjYjEjOEwvI/AAAAAAAACvo/8CMNW8oMe90/s320/090604+1032+156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347562759422775090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjZb_0GAjzI/AAAAAAAAC3o/FHf5j_p6KLI/s320/090530+1502+262.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1545 hrs: All of us had an interesting afternoon at the farm. Farmer Rob's family waved us goodbye as we pulled out of his driveway with punnets of fresh strawberries, home-made strawberry jam and freshly-made strawberry ice-cream. The haul wasn't cheap, but the fresh strawberries were really sweet and Farmer Rob and his family made our day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1700 hrs: After driving for about an hour, Daddy found it difficult to keep awake. He really needed his caffeine fix, so we stopped at a random rest-stop which served hot food and drinks. We ordered some food to share and enjoyed the meal on an outdoor porch which had a great view of hundreds of birds in the setting sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347569902032593314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjZifkY5IaI/AAAAAAAAC34/UYC7x9qFzd8/s320/090530+1648+299.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1745 hrs: Energised by his lamb chops and coffee, Daddy was ready to hit the road again. We piled into our mini-bus and off we went towards Rainbow Beach, a quiet settlement in Cooloola Coast with a population of about 900. The sun had set and we had to drive in darkness through a vast expanse of bushland to get to Rainbow Beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1845 hrs: We were finally at Rainbow Beach. The Golden Casket Newsagency &amp;amp; Supermarket (what a name!) directly across from our resort was closing in 15 mins, so we made a mad dash for bread, bottled water, and some snacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1900 hrs: Mommy had booked 2 units of 2-bedroom self-catering apartments at the Plantation Resort (&lt;a href="http://www.theplantationatrainbow.com.au/"&gt;http://www.theplantationatrainbow.com.au/&lt;/a&gt;), but the reception was already closed. The reception had e-mailed Mommy with instructions on entering the premises after hours and we had no problems finding our apartments. In a word, the apartments were beautiful. Right at the top of the list of accommodation we've stayed at on all our travels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The resort was newly opened, and everything in the apartments was brand new. The luxury units were very spacious and well laid out; plenty of room for Su Ann and I to roam about. The units were decked out with a fully-equipped kitchen, washer, dryer and LCD tvs. The resort had a lovely swimming pool and heated jacuzzi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352357621730969858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/Skdk5iIhCQI/AAAAAAAAC4Q/VtfEV4Tz5d0/s320/090530+2156_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352357633098359970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/Skdk6MetpKI/AAAAAAAAC4Y/gVIx-CLUdsA/s320/090530+2155_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347539218958181490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjZGllB45HI/AAAAAAAAC1Y/kG3Hgui3us0/s320/090601+1803+369.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The resort was right by the beach, directly across from the town's main shopping belt, which consisted of 3 cafes, 1 post office, 1 bottle shop, 1 butchery, 1 bakery, 1 chemist, 1 surf shop, 1 hair salon, 1 internet cafe and 1 newsagency cum supermarket. Not much, but sufficient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa Eddy, Grandma Nancy, Ah Gong, Ah Ma and I shared one apartment, whilst Daddy, Mommy, Laoyi, Ning Che Che and Su Ann shared the second apartment. The resort was going to be our home for the next 5 nights. My apartment was chosen as the "home base", where the meals were prepared and eaten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The resort was offering a "pay for 3 nights and get 2 nights free" promotion. Mommy had paid AUD1784 for 2 units of 2-bedroom apartments for 5 nights. It worked out to be AUD89.20 per room per night for each of the 4 bedrooms we had. Superb value for money for the luxurious apartments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1930 hrs: After unloading our bags, we headed out for dinner. We had passed a Chinese take-away restaurant called "Rainbow Woks" on the way into town, and thought that would be our best bet. We had a look at their menu, but the Westernised Chinese menu didn't sound appealing to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1940 hrs: Mommy decided to get burgers from one of the cafes across the road from our resort for Ning Che Che and herself. The rest of us followed Mommy to the cafe, starred at the menu for a really long time, then decided to head back to Rainbow Woks for fried rice and noodles. The last resort. We were all now very grateful to Ah Ma for sticking her neck out to smuggle the chicken abalone flavour instant noodles and 2 boxes of Hainanese chicken rice mix in her suitcase!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2030 hrs: Mommy and Ning Che Che had finished their burgers by the time the rest of us returned from Rainbow Woks. The restaurant was Aussie-owned, but the chef was actually from Jiangsu, China. He had a long chat in Mandarin with Ah Gong and Ah Ma. He claimed that he was an award-winning chef, but that his hands were tied by the limited ingredients available at Rainbow Beach. He tried his best, but the fried rice and noodles were merely oily and salty. The wok's fire was probably all wrong. The 3 packets of rice and noodles cost Daddy almost AUD50. We wouldn't be going back there again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2130 hrs: After dinner, we had fresh strawberries for dessert, then went for a walk to the beach under the moonlight. The night sky was bursting with shining stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347461345386402114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjX_wvXjkUI/AAAAAAAACuo/x_Hank2kMIo/s320/090531+1801+102+P.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2200 hrs: Just like that, the day was over and it was time for bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;DAY THREE - 31 MAY 2009 (SUNDAY)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0800 hrs: I was up bright and early for toast and home-made strawberry jam. We were going to the Pumpkin Festival at Goomeri (&lt;a href="http://www.goomeri.org.au/pumpkinfest/"&gt;www.goomeri.org.au/pumpkinfest/&lt;/a&gt;) today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0830 hrs: Mommy completed the necessary paperwork for check-in at the resort and we were off to Goomeri, a town so small that the resort's reception didn't even know where it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1020 hrs: It was about 150km from Rainbow Beach to Goomeri. It was an interesting drive into the rural outback, as the roads wound through horse and cattle farms. It was a chilly morning, and I noticed some horses wearing "jackets". We got to Goomeri just shy of 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1030 hrs: We parked our mini-bus on the grass verge next to a gas station, and quickly made our way to the Heritage &amp;amp; Outback Street Parade. Farmers showed off their antique tractors and other farm implements at the parade. There were horsemen, whip crackers and not forgetting the giant pumpkin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347546424860201042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjZNJBGz0FI/AAAAAAAAC2I/CPm9SFlXMHU/s320/090531+1058+062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347543882951474834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjZK1DwivpI/AAAAAAAAC1o/hWEM3oxwPIc/s320/090531+1043+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347459476825441922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjX-D-b6BoI/AAAAAAAACuA/Ylp3ioLzvvg/s320/090531+0834+016+P.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347543889208301602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjZK1bESWCI/AAAAAAAAC1w/DLadw_SsK3k/s320/090531+1048+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347545225420980866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjZMDM2NwoI/AAAAAAAAC2A/uSl8tz_rmEo/s320/090531+1053+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1100 hrs: After the parade, our family gathered at the Town Clock for the judging of the Pumpkin Pageant Competition. There were only a few contestants, and almost everyone won a prize. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347459488402885138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjX-EpkLyhI/AAAAAAAACuI/PBp1Xo1nOFw/s320/090531+0850+024+P.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were the only Asians at the festival. A curious onlooker offered to take a picture of our whole family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347545216326337618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjZMCq94hFI/AAAAAAAAC14/ratGp4hZOms/s320/090531+1052+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1115 hrs: There were about 200 outdoor stalls at the festival selling everything from vegetable peelers to essential oils. Much like a pasar malam in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1130 hrs: Right at the end of the marketplace was the camel ride. It was AUD7 a ride on the camel and I really wanted to go on it. It was a rather short ride, but I enjoyed every minute of it. It was a funny feeling being rocked about so high. Getting off the camel was equally thrilling when the camel knelt down to a sitting position. I giggled non-stop from start to finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347546431359713218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjZNJZUaf8I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/shTQkyog6m8/s320/090531+1126+105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347548669174483730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjZPLp1CCxI/AAAAAAAAC2Y/xQVQNFlQDj0/s320/090531+1130+134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1145 hrs: We caught a little of the working collie dog demonstration. It was great that we could catch glimpses of outback life at this festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1200 hrs: Lunch time was approaching. We followed our noses to a stall selling hotdogs and chips. There was a long queue outside the stall, and our family grabbed the last of their hotdogs. The festival was from 0600 to 1800 hrs. Until we got to Oz, where shops were typically opened by 0600 hrs and closed by 1700 hrs, we didn't think anything other than a rooster would be awake at 0600 hrs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1215 hrs: We stood by the Dreamtime Reptile's pit to have our lunch, so we could have prime standing spots when the show started at 1215 hrs. I was right up front and got to touch a snake for the first time ever! I wasn't afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347461330461901202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjX_v3xRwZI/AAAAAAAACuY/Ufg3bCX004g/s320/090531+1005+054+P.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1230 hrs: We went through the rest of the 200 outdoor stalls, then returned to the mini-bus for some rest, as we waited for the highlight of the festival - the Great Australian Pumpkin Roll from the top of Policeman Hill at 1400 hrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1400 hrs: Thousands of people lined the streets to watch 350 rollers take turns rolling their pumpkins down the hill. Watching an assortment of pumpkins tumbling down the slope at top speed was such a laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347548675947572354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjZPMDD3LII/AAAAAAAAC2g/3YVxC62Cb7A/s320/090531+1354+159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347548682819035122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjZPMcqJX_I/AAAAAAAAC2o/yoFbAE-Hlwk/s320/090531+1407+195.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1445 hrs: We didn't stay to find out who the winner was. We left Goomeri before the bottleneck of vehicles getting out of town worsened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1645 hrs: We were back at Rainbow Beach, after making a slight detour to look for a supermarket in Gympie without any success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gympie is a town about an hour away from Rainbow Beach with a population of about 11,000. As the town was substantially larger than Rainbow Beach, we thought the supermarket there would be more well-stocked. Unfortunately, it was Sunday and everything was closed in Gympie. We drove through the town twice, as we were driving to and from Goomeri, and both times we didn't see a single soul in sight. Perhaps everyone had gone to the festival... It was eerie nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up at IGA Supermarket at Rainbow Beach, which had a decent selection of groceries and was open on a Sunday. We bought 2 roast chicken, broccoli and frozen corn for dinner, and frozen mango yogurt for dessert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next to the IGA was a bottle shop which had cheap wines. Mommy bought a bottle of Jacob Creek's white as well as sparkling rose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1745 hrs: Once we got back to the resort, Su Ann and I washed up, as Grandma Nancy, Laoyi and Ah Ma got dinner ready for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1900 hrs: We had a relaxing time tucking into roast chicken and recounting the events of the day at dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2100 hrs: After our dessert of frozen mango yogurt and strawberries, the ladies cleaned, whilst the men relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347459471117174530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjX-DpK8xwI/AAAAAAAACt4/soakRWdR0Y0/s320/090601+1907+104+P.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347464680910307074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjYCy5KbPwI/AAAAAAAACuw/WPX-DfqNUnU/s320/090531+1803+104+P.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;DAY FOUR - 1 JUNE 2009 (MONDAY)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0600 hrs: Daddy usually has a hard time getting out of bed early in the morning, so we were all shocked to find him at our doorstep at 0600 hrs with a treasure trove of freshly baked goodies from the bakery. With absolutely no nightlife at all in Rainbow Beach, one was forced to go to bed early, so rising early really wasn't a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0630 hrs: After tucking into chocolate eclairs and blueberry turnovers, we climbed into our mini-bus for the drive to Tin Can Bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0700 hrs: Half an hour later we were at the bay and we could see 2 Indo-Pacific Humpback Dolphins already at the bay. The 2 dolphins were Mystique (an 18-year-old male dolphin) and his son, Harmony. Mystique and Harmony are wild dolphins who usually appear at the bay between 0700 to 0800 hrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347454846014193474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjX52bUd_0I/AAAAAAAACtI/Y1GQUEU_ixI/s320/090601+0551+031+P.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0800 hrs: Our family was amongst the first to arrive at the bay. By 0800 hrs, there was quite a crowd at the bay, including a coachful of tourists. Ah Ma, Daddy and I were at the head of the queue for a bucket of fresh fish each to feed Mystique and Harmony. It was such a thrill handfeeding the dolphins! It really didn't matter that my hands stunk of fish afterwards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0830 hrs: There wasn't much else to do in Tin Can Bay other than feeding the dolphins, fishing, boating and horseback riding. Daddy drove us to the horseriding centre, but it was closed because of equestrian influenza. We raced to the mini-bus the minute we saw the "flu" sign!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0900 hrs: The sun was out, so we hatched the idea of having a picnic on Carlo Sand Blow. We stopped at IGA Rainbow Beach to pick up some bread, butter, and 2 raw chicken for dinner tonight. Mommy bought another bottle of Jacob's Creek sparkling rose from the bottleshop next door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0945 hrs: We had some roast chicken left from last night, so we returned to the Plantation Resort to make roast chicken sandwiches for our picnic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1100 hrs: It was a short drive up Cooloola Drive to the carpark, and then a 600 m walk through a forest to Carlo Sand Blow, a massive expanse of sand covering over 15 hectares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347536885533674850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjZEdwWIjWI/AAAAAAAAC1Q/Cto7TcfVcuo/s320/090601+1156+189.jpg" border="0" /&gt;On a windy day, one could see sand grains being blown towards the steep western slope, only to tumble down the slope in a series of mini-avalanches. We didn't stand close enough to the western edge to witness the mini-avalanches, as there was a sign warning people of the instability of the edge and possibility of collapse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Carlo Sand Blow, one had a bird's eye view of the ocean and Coloured Sands of Rainbow Beach to the east, as well as Tin Can Bay and the Great Sandy Straits to the west. The view was breath-taking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347457959628199170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjX8rqb5VQI/AAAAAAAACtY/ELyS3grAIQM/s320/090601+0916+061+P.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347457971857947074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjX8sX_secI/AAAAAAAACto/FOmsayTK3bk/s320/090601+0925+084+P.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1130 hrs: None of us had seen anything quite like Carlo Sand Blow before, and we were awestruck by its natural beauty. It was very quiet up on the Sand Blow, and we had the whole place to ourselves. Su Ann and I ran loose on the soft sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347535797847498290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjZDecZinjI/AAAAAAAAC1A/cCUiG8uwAWk/s320/090601+1118+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347457966547294178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjX8sENiV-I/AAAAAAAACtg/bpY31jc0zJI/s320/090601+0918+068+P.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347457955583770194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjX8rbXoPlI/AAAAAAAACtQ/1jkauLmIuqg/s320/090601+0914+056+P.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were about to unpack and settle down for our picnic on a slice of paradise when the rain spoilt our fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347536281638225586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjZD6mqPRrI/AAAAAAAAC1I/GrZQNRkeufU/s320/090601+1135+151.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1230 hrs: We ran to the carpark as quickly as we could, and had our sandwiches at our apartment instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1330 hrs: After lunch, Daddy and Mommy sorted out the paperwork for hiring a 4WD for the next 2 days at the Rainbow Beach Adventure Centre (&lt;a href="http://www.adventurecentre.com.au/"&gt;http://www.adventurecentre.com.au/&lt;/a&gt;). They also went to the rangers' office to obtain the vehicle access permit for Fraser Island. They promised to take Su Ann and me to the beach when they got back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1500 hrs: Daddy and Mommy were back. Su Ann and I were already all set to go to the beach. Everyone else decided to come along, so the entire family trooped down to the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got there, we were disappointed to find most of the beach had been swallowed up by high tide. Su Ann and I only got to play on the beach for a short while before the tide forced us to retreat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347539227925382514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjZGmGb1hXI/AAAAAAAAC1g/JXJDFLzfeV0/s320/090601+1546+287.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1545 hrs: Daddy took me to the resort's pool and jacuzzi instead, where I had a splashing good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1700 hrs: Grandma Nancy, Laoyi and Ah Ma busied themselves in the kitchen. They were cooking Hainanese chicken rice for dinner tonight. Ah... bliss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1930 hrs: Dinner was ready! The adults dived in on the dark soy sauce, chopped ginger and, of course, the all important chilli sauce. Everyone was very satisfied with the meal, and there was just the right amount of chicken left for making sandwiches for our picnic on Fraser Island the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2030 hrs: Mommy briefed everyone on our day trip to Fraser Island the next day. At 123km in length and 22km at its widest point, Fraser Island is the world's largest sand island. It's eastern beach is the island's main highway. As we'd be travelling on the beach highway, it was crucial that we kept watch on the tide times. Low tide would be at 1013 hrs, and high tide would be at 1657 hrs the following day. The Adventure Centre advised us to get off the beach highway by 1400 hrs, to avoid being washed away by the tide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan was to pick up the rental 4WD when the Adventure Centre opened at 0700 hrs and make it to the island by barge as soon as possible. We wanted to visit Eli Creek, Maheno Wreck and Lake McKenzie for the day. As we had a tight schedule to keep to, Mommy assigned tasks to everyone so everything could work like clockwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa Eddy, Grandma Nancy and Laoyi would be in charge of our food and drinks supply. Daddy would be our driver, and Mommy our navigator. Ah Ma would be in charge of me! She had to make sure that I got up on time and watch me like a hawk so the dingoes wouldn't gobble me up. It was dingo mating season this time of the year, so there was increased dingo activity on the island. The dingos have been known to attack people. Su Ann was Ning Che Che's responsibility and Ah Gong would be our camera-man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Daddy and Mommy's second trip to Fraser Island, so they knew what to expect. As for the rest of us, we got increasingly excited about our day-trip as the briefing went on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2100 hrs: It was time to retire to bed, as we had yet another early start the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;DAY FIVE - 2 JUNE 2009 (TUESDAY)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0700 hrs: Daddy was already at the Adventure Centre to pick up our 4WD. The rest of us waited for him at the lobby of our resort. Grandpa Eddy, Grandma Nancy and Laoyi had made plenty of Hainanese chicken sandwiches for everyone, and they'd packed drinking water, cookies and fruit as well. Ah Ma and Ning Che Che had packed swimming gear, sand bucket and spades for Su Ann and me. Ah Gong had all his camera equipment with him. Mommy clutched the map of Fraser Island and checked her watch anxiously as the minutes ticked by and Daddy wasn't back yet. We needed to get to the island pronto to cover the route she'd planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0730 hrs: Finally, Daddy was back with our Toyota Landcruiser! Greg of the Adventure Centre had taken Daddy on a test drive which had taken longer than expected. We quickly climbed into our vehicle and off we went to Inskip Point to catch the Manta Ray Barge (&lt;a href="http://www.fraserislandbarge.com.au/"&gt;http://www.fraserislandbarge.com.au/&lt;/a&gt;). Return barge tickets cost AUD90.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347518965272291058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjY0KqK4JvI/AAAAAAAACzA/CYnjbvQNe4E/s320/090602+0711+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347518967287057602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjY0KxrPDMI/AAAAAAAACzI/NxocRa6UkJE/s320/090602+0719+075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0750 hrs: We were at Inskip Point, but we could see that the Manta Ray Barge was already on the other side of the straits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352359872718572290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/Skdm8jtyCwI/AAAAAAAAC4g/oGYZzZ4Ybks/s320/090602+0547_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0815 hrs: Ours was the only vehicle on board the Manta Ray Barge. Aside from our family, there was a lone fisherman heading to Fraser Island to surf cast. The barge waited for more customers but none came. It was probably low season, as Mommy remembered having to queue to get on the barge back in April 2003.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347518974334965170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjY0LL7llbI/AAAAAAAACzQ/vjap3HeZy4o/s320/090602+0755+111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347533524263200242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjZBaGozZfI/AAAAAAAAC04/6vLOSqEqCQ0/s320/090602+1424+402.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0830 hrs: The barge was making its way over to Hook Point on Fraser Island. It was a short 10-min journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0845 hrs: The tide was on its way out, so we took the beach highway round Hook Point to the 75mile long straight. It was exhilarating watching the waves crash onto shore as we drove along the beach highway. Shortly after arriving on the island, we spotted large predatory birds hovering in the sky above us, smaller birds feeding by the sea, and dingoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352362197650959762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SkdpD4w27ZI/AAAAAAAAC44/m_A9CSM2pWk/s320/090603+0640_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beach highway near Hook Point was punctuated by a number of creeks running out to sea. Each time Mommy spotted a creek, she'd yell: "Creek!", so we could all brace for the bump and splash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around the area of Happy Valley, rocks which used to be buried under several feet of sand were exposed by Cyclone Hamish back in March 2009. The exposed rocks made traversing the beach highway a little tricky, but Daddy, an experienced offroader, found no difficulty there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352359879970766914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/Skdm8-u1wEI/AAAAAAAAC4o/Ly68Z9_5Ccc/s320/090602+0857.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0930 hrs: The 80km ride to Eli Creek was a fun one, and everyone was all smiles. Eli Creek is the largest creek on the eastern beach. It is fed by a natural aquifer (water table) several kms inland. It produces up to 80 million litres of water each day. Since it takes up to 100 years for water to be filtered through sand, it is theorised that, by the time the water reaches the mouth of Eli Creek, this water would be hundreds of years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We waded through the ancient, superclear freshwater of Eli Creek to get to the boardwalk. In the hot summer months, people would be swimming and floating down the creek, but it's winter now and the water was just too cold for any of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347532834837186658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjZAx-U1SGI/AAAAAAAAC0o/6jGdyufJO4o/s320/090602+0947+162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347522130546129506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjY3C5u9-mI/AAAAAAAACzY/PqwWKsPAoFg/s320/090602+1001+180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347531954316007842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjY_-uIOWaI/AAAAAAAAC0g/vlrK0662DJQ/s320/090602+0953+172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked along the boardwalk and watched freshwater fish dart about. Su Ann and I had a little fun playing by the creek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347532840866722354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjZAyUyYsjI/AAAAAAAAC0w/44VG-m5Fdzc/s320/090602+0948+163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1015 hrs: We climbed back into our vehicle for a 6km ride to the site of the Maheno Wreck. The MV Maheno was driven ashore during a cyclone in 1935. The rusted hunk of metal was the first shipwreck I'd encountered in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347522136393419938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjY3DPhEjKI/AAAAAAAACzg/S3S2eU43vZY/s320/090602+1027+231.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1045 hrs: We started our drive southwards on the eastern beach. We traversed the rocky section with caution then turned inland at Cornwells Smith Road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347530625774780930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjY-xY7UAgI/AAAAAAAAC0Q/dNU8rNAecVg/s320/090602+1352+369.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inland roads are narrow, one-way and extremely bumpy. Daddy tried to travel as slowly as he could, but the bumps were too much for Su Ann to handle. She cried so much that Ah Gong thought she'd suffered whiplash or worse. She kept pointing to the vehicle door and screaming: "Open! Open! Open!" She really wanted to get out of the vehicle, so the ride could end. I didn't like the bumpy ride either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1115 hrs: Several kms inland we came across a lookout point with a carpark. Daddy quickly turned into the carpark, so we could try to calm Su Ann down. There was not much of a view at this lookout point, but I was fascinated by a big family of toadstools near the carpark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347523912294728226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjY4qnQ8AiI/AAAAAAAACzo/KWdf04vXduI/s320/090602+1225+250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1130 hrs: We got back into the vehicle when Su Ann stopped crying. Mommy's original plan had us at Lake McKenzie by 1130 hrs, but we still had a long way more to travel on inland roads before we could get to the lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we ventured deeper and deeper inland on the one-way track, we got increasingly concerned that we'd not make it out to the beach highway before the tide came in. We had no supplies for spending the night at Fraser Island. Daddy and Mommy, who'd camped on the island before, knew how cold it could get in the middle of the night. We also had insufficient food and water to last us past lunch. The atmosphere in the 4WD became pretty tense as everyone silently accessed the situation in their minds. It didn't help that Su Ann burst into tears again, and worse still, our vehicle got stuck in a rut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1200 hrs: Daddy tried to get our vehicle out of the rut, but the clutch was not functioning properly. The track we were on was also very narrow, with a mud wall on one side and a sharp drop into the rainforest on the side. We hadn't seen another vehicle for the last one hour. Help certainly wasn't going to come any time soon. Everyone in the vehicle was frigid with fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1210 hrs: Finally, our vehicle was free to move on again! The last 10 mins brought cold sweat to everyone. Daddy tried to calm everyone down by saying that the beauty of Lake McKenzie would be well worth the trip, but no one was listening. We were too busy trying to cope with the terrible bumps and Su Ann's cries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1230 hrs: Into the carpark of Lake McKenzie our vehicle turned. Mommy estimated that we'd need another hour or so on inland roads before we could make it out onto the beach highway at Eurong. From Eurong, it would be another 14km on the beach before we could get to the first inland access point to Hook Point to catch the barge, and we needed to be off the beach by 1400 hrs. Mommy gave us 15 mins to see Lake McKenzie before we'd to start our journey on bumpy roads again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1235 hrs: Lake McKenzie was stunning. We were all blown away by how electric blue the freshwater lake was, and how white and fine the pure silica sand was. The beauty of the lake lit up everyone's faces and, for a moment, we forgot about the harrowing journey we'd just been through and were about to embark on again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347523915301858866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjY4qyd5LjI/AAAAAAAACzw/k5CSw4eV3eE/s320/090602+1229+285.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347529894995283202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjY-G2j5zQI/AAAAAAAAC0I/nIbKpB_6ASI/s320/090602+1235+335.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347523929301316114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjY4rmnn8hI/AAAAAAAAC0A/3_k31ng-Up8/s320/090602+1229+280.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347523920169144386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjY4rEmWEEI/AAAAAAAACz4/mXUb07VxQ8Y/s320/090602+1231+307.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was surprisingly quiet at the lake. Su Ann and I splashed about happily in the clear, blue water. Su Ann kept patting the water on her face, and tasting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1245 hrs: We all got back into our vehicle. Mommy's original plan was for us to have our picnic at Lake McKenzie, but that was clearly not possible anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1340 hrs: Daddy drove as quickly as he could on inland roads to Eurong. The bumps were dreadful, but everyone suffered in silence (except Su Ann, who made her discomfort known extremely vocally). We all knew how crucial it was for us to get onto the beach as quickly as possible. Grandpa Eddy, who was seated right at the back of the vehicle (typically, the bumpiest part), spent half the ride in the air! The jolts hurt Grandma Nancy's back, and she clung so hard onto the seat to steady herself that her arm was sore too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we eventually arrived at Eurong, we breathed a collective sigh of relief. But the adventure was far from over. We had 15 mins left to cover 14km on the beach to get to the first inland access point before the tide rendered the beach highway inaccessible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1350 hrs: Daddy drove past the mouth of the first inland access road. Mommy begged him to take the inland access road, but Daddy insisted on taking the second and final inland access road instead to save time. The final inland access road was 7km away, and we had 10 mins left before the tide shut the beach highway off from traffic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1355 hrs: Excellent! We could see the final inland access road coming up! We were safe... or were we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It suddenly became apparent to us that there was trouble ahead. Three vehicles carrying 20 odd backpackers had become stuck. They couldn't go up the soft, sandy slope to get onto the final inland access road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy got out of our vehicle to access the situation. The backpackers were desperately packing down the sand and laying wooden planks on the slope. But they were laying the planks the wrong way! Daddy put things right and had a word with the backpackers. They asked Daddy to go up the slope first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1400 hrs: Daddy reversed our vehicle as far as he could. We turned back and saw the waves licking our vehicle. Daddy stepped hard on the accelerator and tried to run us up the slope, but we got stuck. We moved our vehicle out of the way so another vehicle could have a go at the slope. The other vehicle got stuck as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1405 hrs: Daddy ordered us out of the vehicle. It was too late for us to turn back to the first inland access point. He would try to run the lighter vehicle up. And... he did it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the backpackers joined us in clapping and cheering. We ran up the slope as quickly as we could, to get out of the way of another vehicle which was trying to run its way up. The other driver managed to go up the slope as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1410 hrs: Daddy yelled at us to get back into the vehicle, so we wouldn't get hit by vehicles charging up the slope. We didn't stay to find out if the rest made it out of the beach ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The inland road to Hook Point was corrugated, but it was nowhere near the bumpiness we'd experienced earlier. Everyone was relieved that we'd be getting off the island soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1435 hrs: We were on the beach at Hook Point, waiting for the Manta Ray Barge to pick us up. It dawned on us that we'd missed lunch, so Grandma Nancy quickly passed the sandwiches round. We polished off the sandwiches hungrily, keeping a lookout for dingoes in the process. The area around Hook Point was known for dingo activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only Ning Che Che didn't have anything to eat. She was car-sick from the ride, and wanted to throw up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1445 hrs: The Manta Ray Barge was here to take us back to Rainbow Beach. Daddy found out from the backpackers in the vehicle behind us that the last 2 vehicles didn't make it up the slope at the final inland access point. Those people would probably have to spend the night on the island and pray that their vehicles don't get washed away or damaged by the tide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1500 hrs: We had landed at Inskip Point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1520 hrs: Daddy dropped us back to the resort, so everyone could recuperate from the rather rough day we'd had. Ning Che Che was still feeling ill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy would head over to the rangers' office for some advice on our itinerary for the following day. Mommy's original plan was for us to return to Fraser Island to visit Indian Head and Champagne Pools, but after today, no one (except Ah Ma) seemed keen to return to the island so soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1550 hrs: Daddy was back from the rangers' office. The rangers had advised Daddy to visit Double Island Point instead. They said there was a good chance one could spot migrating whales, pods of dolphins or hammerhead sharks from Double Island Point at this time of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get to Double Island Point, we would have to travel by 4WD on a hard-packed mud track for about 45 mins, then turn left onto Teewah Beach for a few minutes. Double Island Point would be right at the end of Teewah Beach. The rangers couldn't tell Daddy if the hard-packed mud track would be more or less bumpy than Fraser Island's inland roads. We would also have to watch the tides for Teewah Beach. Low tide would be at 1053 hrs, and high tide would be at 1745 hrs the following day. This meant we had till 1445 hrs to get off Teewah Beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all sounded easy enough, but none of us had travelled to Double Island Point before, so no one really knew what to expect. Buoyed by the prospect of seeing migrating whales, Daddy and Mommy decided that it would be best to go along with the rangers' advice to skip a second day-trip to Fraser Island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1600 hrs: Ning Che Che remained at the resort, whilst the rest of us went to IGA for groceries. We bought bread, a tray of eggs, and a can of tuna, so we could make sandwiches for tomorrow's outing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1630 hrs: We saw an advertisement near the IGA for a Thai restaurant and thought we'd investigate. We followed the sign to Carlo Point, but the restaurant was closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people were fishing at Carlo Point, so we stayed to watch a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352359885367126098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/Skdm9S1bqFI/AAAAAAAAC4w/-UAzF5CRt7E/s320/090602+1440.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1655 hrs: Daddy and Mommy bought a AUD9 bottle of white from the bottleshop opposite our resort and picked up a large lemon meringue pie from the bakery for just AUD6.50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1700 hrs: Ah Ma and Daddy took me swimming in the resort's pool and a soak in the jacuzzi. The water therapy was perfect for washing away the stresses of the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347515998955036626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjYxd_xu39I/AAAAAAAACyY/ikK_ZyaY8t4/s320/090603+1551+453.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1900 hrs: Dinner was ready. We were having instant chicken abalone noodle with egg and vegetables for dinner tonight. Mommy took away battered cod n chips from the cafe across the road and I nicked some of her grub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2000 hrs: We had lemon meringue pie for dessert. The pie looked yummy, but tasted like congealed dishwashing liquid. No one asked for a second helping. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma Nancy staged a brief strike at the after-dinner briefing. Our Food &amp;amp; Drinks IC refused to join us on the trip to Double Island Point. She wanted to stay put at the resort the next day. Luckily, we managed to persuade her to change her mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2100 hrs: Exhausted, everyone went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAY SIX - 3 JUNE 2009 (WEDNESDAY) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0730 hrs: We timed our departure from the resort such that we'd have optimum time at Double Island Point and Teewah Beach. Mommy made sure Su Ann and I had our swimming gear, sand buckets and spades with us, and off we went for another day of adventure in our 4WD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347505821609544290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjYoNmNeymI/AAAAAAAACxA/YPi868FKx6w/s320/090603+0739+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347505831855963506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjYoOMYavXI/AAAAAAAACxI/3bbarEoUJj4/s320/090603+0739+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0745 hrs: We found Freshwater Road, a 4WD track just outside Rainbow Beach. Shortly after the turn-off, the bumps began. Not as pronounced as the previous day, but we were bounced about nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The road wound through a forest, and we could see the rays of the morning sun beaming through the thick foliage. Some of the trees were really tall, and their trunks hollow, probably from termites feeding on the wood. We saw some birds in the forest, but didn't spot any other animals. Wild animals were probably watching us, as not many vehicles came through this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0845 hrs: Just before the turn-off to Teewah Beach, there was a rest-stop. We took a break there, and listened to the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0900 hrs: Travelling on Teewah Beach was similar to driving on the eastern beach of Fraser Island. Right at the end of the beach was the lighthouse of Double Island Point on a steep hill. We parked our vehicle on the beach and took a slow walk up to the lighthouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347505837008517314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjYoOfk4eMI/AAAAAAAACxQ/8IlmYVC3QE0/s320/090603+0850+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trek uphill was roughly 1.1km. It was an enjoyable walk as the views were wonderful and there were some interesting plants along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347509901511313250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjYr7FB3R2I/AAAAAAAACxo/Cg704-tFQog/s320/090603+0935+087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347513550727611378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjYvPfa1A_I/AAAAAAAACyA/KumuIPdIP1k/s320/090603+1004+180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347509895301959890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjYr6t5cENI/AAAAAAAACxY/1ptEdtBIhUc/s320/090603+0932+081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0940 hrs: Ah Ma and Mommy got to the lighthouse first. They starred at a dark object at sea a fair distance away, and started screaming: "Hurry!!! Hurry!!! Whale!!! Whale!!!" Everyone got very excited and charged up the hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A group of gardeners shot us a bemused look. They pointed to the dark object and said: "That's Wolf Rock", spoiling our fun. When the waves crashed onto the rock, the splash resembled water coming out of a whale's blowhole. Thus the mistaken identity. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1015 hrs: We spent a few minutes at the lighthouse taking in the wonderful sea view, and trying our best to spot for marine life, but didn't see any. The lighthouse keeper told us he'd seen some whales earlier in the morning. He looked through his binoculars for us, but didn't spot any marine life either. Just our luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347509897799925346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjYr63M__mI/AAAAAAAACxg/iO6ZqSAr9Do/s320/090603+0933+084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347509911859793186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjYr7rlIjSI/AAAAAAAACxw/7FkPsRsmEcY/s320/090603+0937+096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347513540140694194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjYvO3-terI/AAAAAAAACx4/83LfxWbj8Ig/s320/090603+0954+168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1045 hrs: The walk downhill was a lot quicker. We saw a really big lizard on a tree along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347377712577610626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjWzsq4Hg4I/AAAAAAAACsw/pd8gL8OUQxI/s320/090603+0801+014+P.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we got to the base, we were famished. We devoured the egg and tuna sandwiches which our Food &amp;amp; Drinks Committee had prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347377716783636482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjWzs6i6YAI/AAAAAAAACs4/hAdppes6KUM/s320/090603+0820+019+P.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1100 hrs: After eating, I picked seashells from the seashore. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1130 hrs: I was having loads of fun when the drizzle brought an abrupt end to my fun. Daddy chased us into the vehicle and we drove to the rest-stop along Freshwater Road to wait for the rain to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1145 hrs: We were waiting at the rest-stop when Grandma Nancy met with an unfortunate accident. She was trying to close her umbrella when one end of her umbrella sprung onto her eye. She screamed in pain, and for a moment, we thought she had blinded herself. Fortunately, her vision was not impaired, and she only suffered a black eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1200 hrs: The rain stopped briefly for Su Ann and I to have some time on Teewah Beach with our buckets and spade. Daddy picked a spot next to Little Freshwater Creek to park the vehicle, so Su Ann and I could splash about the creek and poke about the sand. It was an excellent spot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347513562724707458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjYvQMHKLII/AAAAAAAACyQ/C4s7qLKXIwc/s320/090603+1116+244.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347516005951971826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjYxeZ17ofI/AAAAAAAACyg/XB8v53JlwtU/s320/090603+1116+248.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1220 hrs: Just when we were having lots of fun, the rain had to come again. :( Su Ann and I were plucked abruptly from the beach. We screamed blue murder, but the adults wouldn't let us play in the rain. Mommy promised to take us to Rainbow Beach for us to continue our sandplay once the rain stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1330 hrs: Daddy dropped us off at our resort, then went to return the 4WD to the Adventure Centre. The sun was out at Rainbow Beach, so Su Ann and I could play on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347516008507104242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjYxejXH2_I/AAAAAAAACyo/JINHN1U3pjM/s320/090603+1348+294.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347516011983347202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjYxewT7HgI/AAAAAAAACyw/zFLG8vxGLQ8/s320/090603+1408+376.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347518956899773218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjY0KK-tqyI/AAAAAAAACy4/qO2gh2zP05Q/s320/090603+1412+383.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1530 hrs: We had been rushing about the last few days. It was nice to finally have a chance to spend a lazy afternoon on the beach and at the resort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1900 hrs: Roast chicken from IGA and rice for dinner again! *Yawn* It was our last night on Rainbow Beach, and we were looking forward to the Gold Coast, where there'd be more food choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2030 hrs: We were leaving early the next morning, so the adults made sure that we were all packed up before they went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAY SEVEN - 4 JUNE 2009 (THURSDAY)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0730 hrs: Daddy wanted a break from all that driving, so Mommy handled the first leg of the drive today. Mommy downed a cup of coffee and took to the wheel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0915 hrs: Mommy got us to a strawberry farm at Palmview in Sunshine Coast in one piece. *Phew*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The farm was called Strawberry Fields (&lt;a href="http://www.strawberryfields.com.au/"&gt;http://www.strawberryfields.com.au/&lt;/a&gt;) and it was professionally set up for the tourist market. The farm had a coach parking bay, cafe, shop, playground and even 2 orange trees. It was beautifully presented, but what it lacked was the homely feel of Rolin Farms and, more importantly, ripe strawberries. Strawberry Fields said their farm was ready for pick-your-own, but most of their strawberries were still green!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347498762398364594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjYhysmYc7I/AAAAAAAACvI/6K9GFZ4qp50/s320/090604+0940+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347498765978518578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjYhy579RDI/AAAAAAAACvQ/0MIg8bDVpTA/s320/090604+0946+072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347498774881183202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjYhzbGhJeI/AAAAAAAACvY/a4bS1p15WPI/s320/090604+0946+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347500166713625474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjYjEcFOy4I/AAAAAAAACvg/nTAnji0npEQ/s320/090604+0958+128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0940 hrs: We moved on to Rolin Farms instead. This time, Daddy did the driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1020 hrs: We were at Rolin Farms. Farmer Rob's wife greeted us again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must have picked all the ripe ones 5 days back because the strawberries in the fields today were still unripe. It was fortunate that we had the opportunity to pick our own a few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought a few boxes of fresh strawberries and strawberry ice-cream, then bade Farmer Rob and his wife farewell. Ashley was in school today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1030 hrs: Daddy continued the drive to the Gold Coast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy's plan was for us to stop at Harbourtown Shopping Centre (&lt;a href="http://www.harbourtownshopping.com.au/"&gt;http://www.harbourtownshopping.com.au/&lt;/a&gt;) at the corner of Gold Coast Highway and Oxley Drive for lunch and our first real dose of retail therapy since arriving in Oz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1245 hrs: We got a little lost on our way to Harbourtown, but a kind lady pointed us in the right direction. We got to Harbourtown just in time for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347501759013987186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjYkhH3OI3I/AAAAAAAACv4/I_hKbvbLNzU/s320/090604+1238+175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1300 hrs: Everyone craved Asian, but I wanted pasta. Daddy and Mommy accompanied me to a pasta restaurant, whilst the rest settled for noodles at a place called Noodles Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347501776074821170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjYkiHa1zjI/AAAAAAAACwI/YnuJMibQ9nY/s320/090604+1305+187.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The noodles at Noodles Now were as expensive as our pasta. On the whole, eating out in Oz was costly and the food not that great. Mommy's spaghetti marinara gave her food poisoning several hours later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352362201345791058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SkdpEGhxlFI/AAAAAAAAC5A/keyY7hkYSOo/s320/090604+1105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1345 hrs: The shopaholics amongst us - Grandma Nancy, Laoyi and Ah Ma, unleased their pent-up addiction at Harbourtown, sweeping through each store like a hurricane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Su Ann had a good time too. She got a new pair of sunglasses, and there were plenty of those automated toy car rides at Harbourtown to amuse her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347503311694426610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjYl7gDFcfI/AAAAAAAACwY/iboi1Ky_fFY/s320/090604+1514+215.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347503332115465842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjYl8sH1xnI/AAAAAAAACwo/vKgVsPYWkWs/s320/090604+1607+230.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1745 hrs: After a whole afternoon, they were still not done. We had to tear them away from the shopping centre to check into our hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1805 hrs: We had booked to stay at the Holiday Inn Surfers' Paradise. The hotel was rather old, but was refurbished in recent years. The hotel was in a good location, being close to the beach and Cavill Avenue, the heart of Surfers' Paradise. We were quite satisfied with our pick of accommodation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347247377803117378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjU9KMAYA0I/AAAAAAAACsQ/blwkSdlsEqM/s320/090605+1304+428.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347503336859506018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjYl89y6FWI/AAAAAAAACww/BYcU5WCRE_o/s320/090604+1758+242.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1830 hrs: We chucked our bags in the rooms, then hurried off to Pacific Fair Shopping Centre (&lt;a href="http://www.pacificfair.com.au/"&gt;http://www.pacificfair.com.au/&lt;/a&gt;). Thursday was the only day of the week that Pacific Fair extended its opening hours to 2100 hrs. Grandma Nancy, Laoyi and Ah Ma were in luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1850 hrs: Mommy had read online that tourists could register at the Information Counter for discounts at Pacific Fair. We were each given a leaflet which served as a discount voucher for the various outlets in the mall. With that, we went to the food court for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the first food court we'd encountered in Oz. Somehow the concept of food court dining hasn't taken off here yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1945 hrs: We gave the shopaholics an hour to check out the stores, whilst the rest of us walked around aimlessly. We came across a pet store which had really cute kittens and puppies, as well as a weird Mexican walking fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2100 hrs: We returned to the hotel when all the shops had closed. It had been a long day, and the bed looked really inviting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAY EIGHT - 5 JUNE 2009 (FRIDAY)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0830 hrs: We had paid AUD209 per standard room for the first night, which included buffet breakfast and buffet seafood dinner. I'd been eating toast with strawberry jam from Rolin Farms for the last 5 days, so the buffet breakfast was a nice change. The spread was much better than that at the Hotel Ibis in Brisbane, but still didn't have the wow factor. We'd been utterly spoilt by hotels like the Pullman Bangkok King Power, which really cater to every taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347238287752541138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjU05E7bs9I/AAAAAAAACqo/o1IKnRkQbdM/s320/090605+0825+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347238289571253586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjU05LtDDVI/AAAAAAAACqg/sYe4Vl8nMak/s320/090605+0825+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0930 hrs: After breakfast, Ah Gong, Mommy and Ning Che Che took Su Ann and me to the beach. The rest went shopping again! *Boring* Why they would choose shopping over playing on the beach was beyond me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347238295258913410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjU05g5F2oI/AAAAAAAACqw/K0KBjOhr2Iw/s320/090605+1005+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347241516649678354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjU31BggBhI/AAAAAAAACq4/QqtR7pCZ1kE/s320/090605+1014+082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347241523420828690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjU31au3lBI/AAAAAAAACrA/dYithoma3Lo/s320/090605+1016+119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1000 hrs: I loved the beach at Surfers' Paradise. The beach was very broad, so there was plenty of sand to play with at all times of the day. We didn't have to watch the tide or traffic closely like on Rainbow Beach or on Teewah Beach, but there were far fewer seashells to pick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347247373340098050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjU9J7YTvgI/AAAAAAAACsI/pAl0G6U8xC4/s320/090605+1039+320.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347242556015718082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjU4xhcrLsI/AAAAAAAACrY/rWMuW7Cm59c/s320/090605+1028+239.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347241529363123666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjU31w3nzdI/AAAAAAAACrI/2bLLC0_vYC4/s320/090605+1024+195.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347243638517646370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjU5wiFPxCI/AAAAAAAACrw/xORdOX1i4XQ/s320/090605+1035+283.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347243646168942386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjU5w-ldRzI/AAAAAAAACr4/2C0_CkKRQt0/s320/090605+1036+294.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347243646590716002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjU5xAKBCGI/AAAAAAAACsA/H-8_3WxJWXU/s320/090605+1038+303.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1230 hrs: It was time to return to the hotel, as we had to get ready for our whale watching cruise with Whales in Paradise (&lt;a href="http://www.whalesinparadise.com.au/"&gt;http://www.whalesinparadise.com.au/&lt;/a&gt;). Whale watching season had just begun on the Gold Coast, so we'd arrived here at the right time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1310 hrs: We strolled to the meeting point for the cruise, which was just a few blocks away from our hotel. Ning Che Che and Su Ann remained at the hotel, as the cruise company didn't allow kids below 3 yrs old to join in the cruise. Good thing they didn't come along or we wouldn't have known what to do if seasickness had gripped Su Ann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1330 hrs: Boarding was supposed to commence at 1330 hrs, but the crew couldn't get the boat ready on time. They made everyone wait out in the blazing hot sun without any shade. Coming from the equator, we should be very used to the sun, but we found the sun out here much hotter. It really burnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1350 hrs: There was a large crowd of people waiting to board the boat, and everyone got very agitated, but the crew refused to let anyone onto the boat without sorting out the payment first. The cruise wasn't very well organized at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1400 hrs: With everyone on board, the Mahi Mahi departed from the harbour. She sailed down the canal past the multi-million homes of the rich and famous. Many of the houses had yachts moored out front, but one house even had its own helipad and chopper. Impressive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1430 hrs: It took a while for the Mahi Mahi to reach open seas, and when she did, the choppy waters made us wish we had stayed home. Ah Ma and Mommy had already popped motion sickness pills before leaving the hotel, but the seas were so rough they swallowed the backup ginger pills on board the Mahi Mahi as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma Nancy didn't take any pills, which was a costly mistake. She threw up so much that she couldn't even get up to see the whales when the mammals finally showed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1545 hrs: The crew spotted the dorsal fin of a whale, and everyone (except Grandma Nancy) scrambled to the starboard side of the Mahi Mahi. Quite a few others were seasick too, but they could still clutch their vomit bag, puke and whale-watch all the same. Poor Grandma Nancy was the worst affected of the lot. She just couldn't get up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mahi Mahi followed alongside the whale as it swam. After a while, it was really easy to spot the footprint of a whale. We didn't see any tail slapping, but it was still a thrill to see the dorsal fin of a whale in the wild so close to our boat swimming and blowing water from its blowhole. At one point, we even saw 2 whales - mother and calf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347247382240551058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjU9KciV4JI/AAAAAAAACsY/Mui3jY3zHmw/s320/090605+1604+556.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1615 hrs: It was time to turn back to the Gold Coast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1730 hrs: The trip back was a lot more enjoyable, as the seas were calmer. We spotted dolphins in the wild and witnessed a magnificent sunset out at sea. Grandma Nancy felt much better by the time we arrived at the harbour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1830 hrs: Our night at the hotel was inclusive of buffet seafood dinner at the hotel's cafe. We hadn't eaten anything since breakfast this morning, so were famished. Grandma Nancy took a shower and was all ready to attack the buffet spread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, the seafood was very disappointing. The restaurant boiled all their fresh prawns, crab and crayfish in brine, so everything tasted of nothing but salt, but that didn't stop Ah Ma from piling her plate. As for me, they had pizza, chicken drumstick, pasta and ice-cream, so I was happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347247386635535250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjU9Ks6MA5I/AAAAAAAACsg/BxFp2SBoSt0/s320/090605+1824+662.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347247387774040930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjU9KxJoO2I/AAAAAAAACso/-E1W2vs2Wv0/s320/090605+1939+688.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2000 hrs: We thought we'd be spending the entire evening at the buffet, but ended up leaving much earlier than expected. It wasn't a bad thing as there was a Friday night market on the Esplanade which we wanted to check out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2130 hrs: We checked out the stalls along the Esplanade and took a walk around Cavill Avenue until our lids wouldn't stay open anymore. Ah Ma almost fell over as she suddenly nodded off whilst walking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;DAY NINE - 6 JUNE 2009 (SATURDAY)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0930 hrs: Our flight out of Brisbane was at 0245 hrs on 7 June 2009, and we had to return our rented mini-bus to the airport by 2330 hrs on 6 June 2009. Mommy paid for us to keep one room at the hotel, till we were ready to head to the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room to be kept was Grandpa Eddy and Grandma Nancy's room on the 18th floor of the hotel. The rest of us checked out of our rooms and moved our things into their room. The view on the 18th floor was much better than our 8th floor rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1000 hrs: Mommy had read about a weekend market on the Gold Coast called Carrara Markets (www.carraramarkets.com.au) and she wanted to take us there. We got a little lost on our way there, and ended up at Pacific Fair Shopping Centre once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1020 hrs: Everyone agreed to have brunch at Pacific Fair instead. There was a Chinese food stall called Cathay Oriental at the food court which caught Ah Ma's eye. Pay AUD12.50 for a styrofoam plate and you could pile as much food as you liked from the buffet spread onto the plate. You were only allowed one chance at the spread. Ah Ma spent a good 20 mins arranging and re-arranging the food on her plate. She managed to pile enough food to feed 3 mouths - Laoyi, Ah Gong and herself! Talk about kiasu! We were surprised that the owner of the stall didn't stop her... or issue her a warning letter like the Aussie customs did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347232708405494530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjUv0UPcAwI/AAAAAAAACpI/psVCGIVnTkw/s320/090606+1103+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1115 hrs: We were done with brunch and had received directions to Carrara Markets. We were going to look for the market again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1130 hrs: We found the market, and couldn't believe we'd missed it the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrara Markets had an interesting array of stalls. We bought some t-shirts, sunglasses, and I even went on a pony ride for AUD5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347232721280658818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjUv1ENHbYI/AAAAAAAACpg/MEbwm4BC35Y/s320/090606+1259+107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlight of the market though was a musician called Matty James (www.mattjames.com.au) performing right at the centre of the market. The unique blend of guitar, drums and didgeridoo filled the air, giving the market a wonderful feel. Daddy was so impressed with the sound that he bought 3 CDs from Matty James.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347232714491189986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjUv0q6YWuI/AAAAAAAACpQ/ghUQTA-AQnk/s320/090606+1214+068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347232720081248386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjUv0_vJ4II/AAAAAAAACpY/3dqB-KHMgRE/s320/090606+1218+082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1315 hrs: We had to rush back to the hotel, as we had a lot more plans for this afternoon. Everyone had something which they wanted to do, so we all went our separate ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1330 hrs: Ah Gong, Mommy and Ning Che Che took Su Ann and me to the beach one last time. Grandpa Eddy went off for a steak. Grandma Nancy, Laoyi and Ah Ma went shopping. And Daddy went to look at some boating and fishing equipment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347235137554373826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjUyBthqXMI/AAAAAAAACpo/QEhJFV-vcks/s320/090606+1417+185.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347235140032659698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjUyB2wiAPI/AAAAAAAACpw/PZErXNO-1H4/s320/090606+1419+196.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347235142830310178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjUyCBLiwyI/AAAAAAAACp4/4WRbGEZEYzM/s320/090606+1429+279.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347235149577961618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjUyCaUTwJI/AAAAAAAACqA/mFbbvgCA7Oo/s320/090606+1432+312.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was sad when it was time for me to say goodbye to the beach. Ah Gong took a picture of our goodbye shadow, and I scrawled "bye bye" on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347236785915272642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjUzhqJhncI/AAAAAAAACqI/y3BCXVu1o3w/s320/090606+1435+322.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347236788643537794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjUzh0T_o4I/AAAAAAAACqQ/5mS8mMWARMg/s320/090606+1436+326.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1545 hrs: We agreed to meet back at the hotel at 1500 hrs, but Daddy was late. Mommy's plan was for us to drive to the Natural Bridge Section of Springbrook National Park to see the waterfall and glow worms in the cave, come back for dinner, then head to the airport. The drive to Natural Bridge would take roughly an hour and a half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1715 hrs: The winding path up to Natural Bridge was an interesting one. Some sections were very narrow, and only passable by one vehicle at a time. We were behind time in leaving the hotel, so the sky was already dark by the time we arrived at our destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evening air in the hinterlands was chilly, especially since it was winter at the moment. Grandpa Eddy, Grandma Nancy and Laoyi didn't relish the idea of walking 1km through the forest in the cold and dark. They decided to remain in the vehicle. The rest of us proceeded into the forest with our torches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1745 hrs: We walked as quickly as we could. It was a shame we got to the waterfall so late, as the tumbling water would have made a lovely picture in the day. It was a romantic spot, and a couple was busy locking lips in front of the falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1755 hrs: The glow worms looked like luminous green dots. They lived in a cave behind the waterfall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1830 hrs: Daddy led the way back to our vehicle. He spotted a big snake on the trail, but didn't say anything to us till we got back to the vehicle. Good thing he didn't alarm us unnecessarily, or we wouldn't have made it back to the vehicle at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1945 hrs: Daddy went a lot faster going downhill, so we got back to Surfers' Paradise quicker than we thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa Eddy suggested that we have dinner at the Clock Hotel (www.clockhotel.com.au), a short stroll from our hotel. They had a AUD9.95 Recession Buster menu with Angus Beef steak, chicken schnitzel, fish n chips and pasta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Recession Buster menu was obviously popular, as all the tables were taken when we got there. It was a self-service restaurant, where we'd to look for our own empty tables, order and pay at the cashier, and collect the food from the kitchen ourselves. The portions were generous for the price. The food was not bad too, but Daddy fell ill after eating a medium rare steak. Second food poisoning case since we got here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352363783752121634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SkdqgNc1_SI/AAAAAAAAC5Q/AUypAb8iJyE/s320/090606+1736.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347236799582732786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjUzidEGgfI/AAAAAAAACqY/1CKfch37AGQ/s320/090606+1940+374.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2115 hrs: After dinner, we returned to the hotel to pack up our belongings. Ten of us were squashed into one room. The room was teeming with activity and every inch of space was in use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2145 hrs: We checked out of the Holiday Inn Surfers' Paradise and Daddy drove us to Brisbane International Airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2300 hrs: Su Ann and I were fast asleep when we arrived at the airport. Mommy sorted out the check-in for everyone, and Daddy sorted out the return of the rental mini-bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2330 hrs: Emirates flight no. EK433 was due to take off at 0245 hrs, so we had a few hours to kill. Mommy found a corner with a few comfy sofas for the family, and we fell asleep there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAY TEN - 7 JUNE 2009 (SUNDAY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0245 hrs: Our flight took off on time. Su Ann surprised us by staying asleep during take-off, and spending the next few hours soundly asleep in her bassinet. When she eventually awoke, she was well-behaved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0830 hrs: When it was time to land, Su Ann fussed a little because cabin pressure hurt her ears. It wasn't long before the Captain brought us safely to the ground, and Su Ann's cries stopped. All in all, it was a pleasant flight home and we all feel more encouraged to take Su Ann further afield.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35166276-3922810891688764515?l=adventures-of-jinjin.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventures-of-jinjin.blogspot.com/feeds/3922810891688764515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35166276&amp;postID=3922810891688764515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35166276/posts/default/3922810891688764515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35166276/posts/default/3922810891688764515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventures-of-jinjin.blogspot.com/2009/06/trip-to-queensland-29-may-to-7-june.html' title=''/><author><name>jinjin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12197167489045969061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02827223575552294840'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SjYCztNCAII/AAAAAAAACu4/de_kU0e-Ch4/s72-c/090529+1452+002+P.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35166276.post-918350146289327075</id><published>2009-05-04T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T22:29:02.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;MARCH &amp;amp; APRIL 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry for hitting the "Pause" button for so long. As I speak, the world is still in recession, a swine flu pandemic is about to be declared by the WHO, travel advisories are up urging people to stay home, so what better time than this for one to pick up some really good airline offers? If everything goes as planned, Su Ann and I will be digging for clams on a desserted white sand beach by the end of May. I can't wait! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I've been good. Going to school everyday, completing my schoolwork, enjoying my ballet class every Monday, trying my best at swim school every Tuesday and paying attention during my violin lesson at the Magic Fiddler every Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In March, Mommy turned 34. Grandma Nancy suggested that we celebrate the occasion at the Feast @ East Buffet Restaurant in the Grand Mercure Roxy Hotel. Everyone gleefully went along with the idea. Birthdays are this family's favourite excuse for overeating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin Emmalyn and her youngest sister, Lynn, also celebrated their birthdays in March. Their parents booked the Function Rooms at the Singapore Island Country Club, splashed out on a yummilicious buffet spread, and hired a pastry chef to conduct a baking session for the kiddies. For the first time in my life, I made a batch of cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335015931141812146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SgnIuSbB77I/AAAAAAAACnk/yhoO-wjGLDA/s320/090328+2024+110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335015933553519602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SgnIubaBq_I/AAAAAAAACns/4bU0kt5wroI/s320/090328+1946+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335015940596416850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SgnIu1pLwVI/AAAAAAAACn0/zManRegrz7A/s320/090328+1956+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In April, Mommy and Daddy's friend from Norway, Uncle Jon, came to Singapore with his family. The last time Uncle Jon saw me, I was just one month old! Uncle Jon's mom is a schoolteacher. Ah Ma told her about my first ski trip to Whistler, and she said that cross-country skiing was part of the curriculum at the school she was teaching at. Wow! She said kids from age 2 learnt to ski at her workplace. Impressive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335021020780346370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SgnNWizavAI/AAAAAAAACoQ/T5j3SawnLA8/s320/090407+2134+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335019490115631586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SgnL9cogueI/AAAAAAAACoI/jUMP1HPl8Qk/s320/090407+2146+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April was also when Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's held their annual Free Cone Day. The event was from 1200 to 1900 hrs, but Mommy only learnt about it at 1730 hrs. She woke me up from my nap, grabbed the car keys and we made it to the outlet at United Square just before 1800 hrs. There was a sea of people waiting for free ice-cream, and Mommy didn't think we had a chance before the staff stopped scooping at 1900 hrs. She contemplated quitting the queue, but Ah Ma stood firm. She wasn't leaving till she got her free ice-cream! Fortunately, we managed to get one scoop each before the staff called it a day. Mommy's strategy for next year is to start lining up by 1130 hrs and eat it to her heart's content! Needless to say, Ah Ma has already marked her calendar and applied for leave. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335028626461446930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SgnURQLGUxI/AAAAAAAACoo/9cY2MZPfCGI/s320/P4210401.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Su Ann became a lot more demanding and talkative after her trip to Shanghai. The locals' art of arguing must have rubbed off on her. It started with "Gibbe! Gibbe! Gibbe!" in a cute, adorable way. Then it progressed to "Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!" in a more no-nonsense way. If I don't co-operate, she'll sometimes say "Gimme pea..." (as in "Give me please"). And if I still don't give it to her, she'll let out a bloodcurdling "GIVE ME!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She likes my pearl necklace. When I give it to her, she'll wear it, flash her toothy grin and announce: "Necklace. Pretty." Lately, she's been hogging my dressing table playset, pretending to put make-up on, and she sometimes walks around the house with a tiara on her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335033368256017554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SgnYlQvBdJI/AAAAAAAACow/DKTm-B_Wj8Q/s320/090429+1403+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be able to snatch things right out of her hands without any protest, but the era of "Su Ann The Pushover" is now long gone... *sigh* She will even put her foot down in class when she doesn't want to do something. She doesn't like getting her hands dirty, so she'll refuse to participate in finger-painting in her GUG class. When her teacher tried to get her to do it, Su Ann wouldn't budge. "I don't want!", she said with such clarity that it stunned her teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's quite the stickler for cleanliness. She once picked up a grain of rice from the floor. Mommy thought she was going to put it in her mouth, but Su Ann said: "Yeee.... yeee.... Dirty. Throw." When the table's wet, she'll point to the puddle and say: "Wet." She'll then look for a piece of cloth, wipe down the table and say: "Wipe." She likes to push the Magic Clean broom around the house too. When Mommy and Ning Che Che tells her to put her toys away, she'll comply by putting them back in exactly the same position as she'd found them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335021022380515858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SgnNWow7YhI/AAAAAAAACoY/XbbPX5daIdA/s320/090408+1036+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a 16-mth-old, she can be quite polite. If you're blocking her way, she'll say: "Excuse me" (pronounced "Accu me"). She thanks people by saying "Ye Ye" (her way of pronouncing "Xie Xie", which is Thank You in Mandarin). Once when we were out, she accidentally walked into a lady. She looked up at the lady and said: "Knock. Yoyee." (her way of pronouncing "Sorry"). The lady couldn't believe her ears. She picked Su Ann up and gave her a cuddle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say we get along very well these days. Her verbal vocab has expanded quite significantly, so it's possible to hold simple conversations with her. Everyone tells me she misses me a lot when I'm in school, and will constantly ask for me. It's great to come home from school each day to see her perched on her highchair beaming from ear to ear and yelling: "Che Che! 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Ten minutes early, but no midnight surcharge. Awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0555 hrs: Yet again, we had to forget something! This time, Daddy forgot his handphone. The driver was very understanding. He turned back at no extra charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0615 hrs: We were at Terminal 3 of the airport to check in for Singapore Airlines Flight 828. For once, we were not flying budget! Mommy had spotted the S$598 all-in promotional SQ tickets in the newspapers and snagged them before they were gone. They were the cheapest tickets to Shanghai one could get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were 7 of us on this trip - Grandpa Eddy, Grandma Nancy, Laoyi, Daddy, Mommy, Ning Che Che and me. Grandpa Eddy and Grandma Nancy were already at the airport waiting for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0650 hrs: We got to the Departure Gate just before it closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0725 hrs: We were up in the air, 10 mins ahead of schedule. Just before take-off, a senior air steward, Mr Harry Lim, came forward and advised Mommy to sing to me as much as possible during take-off. He said that a baby would be greatly comforted by the sound of his mother's voice and would not cry as much during take-off. He fashioned a toy bunny out of a wet towel and rubber band, and gave it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Lim's advice worked! I didn't cry at all. Mommy's out-of-tune singing stunned me to silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0800 hrs: After take-off, an air-stewardess came forward and fitted on a bassinet for me. I drank my milk, played a little with Laoyi, Mommy and Ning Che Che, then fell asleep in the bassinet. What a comfortable bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304274836723855826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZyR3Fn38dI/AAAAAAAACl8/0pfhoXmPuWo/s320/P2070125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy fell asleep too... not in the bassinet, but with a blanket draped over his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304274837351910802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZyR3H9nTZI/AAAAAAAACmE/_igGuXbyErY/s320/P2070126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0930 hrs: Breakfast was served. There was a choice of cheese omelette or beef noodles. Grandma Nancy and Laoyi didn't take cheese or beef. Mr Lim kindly arranged for them to have food from Business Class instead. Grandma Nancy was all smiles as she ate her dim sum, and Laoyi said her vegetarian noodles were delicious. Well done Singapore Airlines!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1230 hrs: We had landed safely at Shanghai's Pudong International Airport. Cabin pressure hurt my ears during the landing, but Mr Harry Lim was quick to hand Mommy a carton of strawberry yogurt to prompt me to swallow. That, coupled with Mommy's attempt at singing, were distractions enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pudong International Airport's eco-friendly design puts Singapore's Changi Airport to shame. The design of Pudong International Airport cleverly let in natural light and used only a small fraction of the light fixtures which Changi Airport did. We have much more sunshine than Shanghai, but the designers of Changi Airport have chosen not to let sunlight in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304172005758105394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZw0VibIdzI/AAAAAAAACes/7Uh0VmVA9sw/s320/P1030475.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304276431526239858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZyTT6uZHnI/AAAAAAAACm0/OU8HTeTLLU4/s320/P1030024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We cleared customs very quickly, and our suitcases were out on the carousel in no time. Two thumbs up to Pudong International Airport for being eco-friendly and efficient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1245 hrs: We were on our way to the Maglev train station at the airport. "Maglev" is short for magnetic levitation, a system of transportation that suspends, guides and propels vehicles by magnetic forces. The Maglev train in Shanghai (&lt;a href="http://www.smtdc.com/"&gt;http://www.smtdc.com/&lt;/a&gt;) is the first commercial, high speed Maglev line in the world, and can reach a top speed of 431 km/hr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1310 hrs: It took the Maglev train only 7 mins and 20 seconds to complete the 30km journey from Pudong International Airport to Longyang Lu Metro Station. When we flashed our same-day boarding passes, the cost of each Maglev ticket was RMB40 (S$8). Free for me! The ride was quick and comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304274843542008530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZyR3fBcstI/AAAAAAAACmM/ytcovBNH2j0/s320/P1030025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1320 hrs: We were at Longyang Lu Metro Station to transfer to the metro to Nanjing Xi Lu Metro Station. The touch-screen ticketing machines had Chinese and English instructions, and were easy to use. More advanced than the ones in Singapore, which are not even bilingual. The 8-stop journey to Nanjing Xi Lu Metro Station cost RMB4 each (S$0.80); cheaper than the cost of transport in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1330 hrs: We were on the metro to Nanjing Xi Lu Metro Station. There were "priority seats" for the disabled, elderly, young, infirmed, etc. in each compartment, and there would always be an announcement to remind passengers to give up their seats to those who need them more. Exactly the way things should be! I was strapped onto Ning Che Che, and passengers immediately stood up to let her have their seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304274851950336738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZyR3-WJmuI/AAAAAAAACmU/Gcfp08Mp9HY/s320/P1030039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took the metro many times during our 6-day vacation in Shanghai. No matter how crowded the metro was (you can imagine how crowded it can get in a city with a population of more than 20 million), there would always be passengers giving their seats to Ning Che Che and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The metro system in Shanghai is indeed commendable. Modern, cheap, swift and clean. The only drawback was the lack of ramps, elevators and escalators going down, which made it inconvenient for passengers with heavy suitcases and bulky belongings, and impossible to use for wheelchair-bound people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1400 hrs: We were at Nanjing Xi Lu Station. Two hawkers were having a shouting match in the station. Just for laughs, Daddy started yelling Mommy in the station. No one turned to look; no one batted an eyelid. We learnt in the days to come that arguing was a favourite pass-time of the Shanghainese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked from Nanjing Xi Lu Station to our hotel at Shanxi Bei Lu. Nanjing Xi Lu is the upmarket shopping area of Shanghai, and it was a lovely, quiet neighbourhood with pretty boutiques and large, modern malls. The cool, winter weather (about 12 degrees celcius) made walking very enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304276411289203234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZyTSvVgciI/AAAAAAAACmc/5dXrJWAcoZA/s320/P2070140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1410 hrs: We had booked to stay 3 nights at Central View Suites (&lt;a href="http://www.cvsh.com.cn/"&gt;http://www.cvsh.com.cn/&lt;/a&gt;) through &lt;a href="http://www.ctrip.com/"&gt;http://www.ctrip.com/&lt;/a&gt;. A deluxe room cost RMB550 all-in per night (S$110) and it came along with VIP check-in at the Executive Reception on the 9th floor, buffet breakfast, "Happy Hour" buffet from 1800 to 2000 hrs daily, and in-room broadband internet access. The hotel was only a short walk from Nanjing Xi Lu Metro Station, so was very well appointed. Mommy couldn't find better value than this in Shanghai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1445 hrs: It took a while for the hotel to sort out our bookings. Grandpa Eddy and Grandma Nancy were allocated Room 2506, Laoyi, Ning Che Che and I shared Room 2622, and Daddy and Mommy shared Room 2627.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our rooms had views of the city and were spacious. There was a separate sitting area and kitchenette in each room. The shower cubicles were equipped with full-body showers i.e. rainwater, 4 nozzles for various parts of the body, and a separate showerhead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our only complaint was the firmness of the bed. The mattresses were like wooden planks wrapped with a thin layer of cotton. Mommy is accustomed to sleeping on very firm beds because of her slip-disc problem, but even she had trouble sleeping on this super hard bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1600 hrs: Everyone was hungry and raring to find a restaurant for our lunch cum dinner. We didn't quite know where to start looking for a restaurant, so we walked down Shanxi Nan Lu towards the French Concession, where we thought we would be able to find some restaurants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We passed a snack shop with a very long line outside, but we needed something more filling than just a snack, so we continued walking. Shanghai is famed for its xiaolongbao (steamed meat dumplings filled with broth) and shengjian (pan-fried meat dumplings with its base browned to a crisp), both of which are snacks and not filling enough for lunch or dinner (by Singaporean standards at least...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304266890736703266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZyKokg6FyI/AAAAAAAACkk/1NuJX-bd-hs/s320/P2080162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1700 hrs: We stopped at the first decent restaurant we saw and went inside. We were too hungry to walk any further. The restaurant turned out to be a branch of a popular chain called Bi Feng Tang (&lt;a href="http://www.bifengtang.com.cn/"&gt;http://www.bifengtang.com.cn/&lt;/a&gt;), which simply means Storm Shelter in Mandarin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ordered flower crab congee, duck congee, steamed chicken, roast duck, grilled squid, wanton soup, and fried vegetables. The food was, at best, mediocre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be fair, even before the food was served, Mommy had already lost her appetite. Suffice to say the English translation for "Chee Cheong Fun" in the menu was "Bowel Powder". The Mainlanders should really stop using Google Translator for their signs and menus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304276412235961746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZyTSy3O1ZI/AAAAAAAACmk/rj5aqVK4CXY/s320/P2070144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304276416258762354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZyTTB2V5nI/AAAAAAAACms/-9TQIO3KFQI/s320/P2070143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bill came up to more than RMB200 (S$40). Everyone was just as hungry after eating, so Grandma Nancy suggested that we returned to the hotel for the free "Happy Hour" buffet from 1800 to 2000 hrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The temperature dropped to around 6 degrees celcius on our way back to the hotel, so we walked as fast as we could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1845 hrs: We were back at the hotel for the free buffet. A selection of hors d'oeuvres, sandwiches, satay, chicken wings, dessert and fruit were laid out neatly on the buffet table. Coffee, tea, soft drinks, beer, wine and hard liquor were provided for free as well. We were happy campers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy and Mommy didn't join us though. They had to go to Shanghai South Railway Station to try to buy train tickets for our day-trip to Hangzhou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2000 hrs: We were the last to leave the buffet. Everyone was exhausted from rising so early in the morning to catch the flight to Shanghai. We decided to retire early and meet again at 0800 hrs the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only Daddy and Mommy stayed up late. The ticket office at Shanghai South Railway Station was closed for the day by the time they got there, so they ended up walking around in search of food. They returned with 8 pieces of shengjian (pan-fried meat dumplings), a sandwich from Subway and a Fillet O Fish meal from MacDonald's. The shengjian was cheap. RMB4 (S$0.80) for 4 pieces. Super greasy, but not bad. The Fillet o Fish meal raised doubts about the authenticity of MacDonald's in China. Fillet o Fish was spelt wrongly on the packaging, the burger only had half a slice of cheese, and the fries tasted odd. Either the quality control by MacDonald's was really poor or they've fallen victim to fakers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304338119498174706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZzLaoVAkPI/AAAAAAAACm8/ZgAzM6MuAZc/s320/P1030052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never know what's real and what's not in China. We even saw some men peddling fake banknotes in the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;8 FEBRUARY 2009 (SUNDAY)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;0800 hrs: We met for breakfast at the hotel's cafe. The usual Western and Asian fare were available buffet style. The selection was adequate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0930 hrs: After breakfast, we signed up for a local, conducted tour to Hangzhou for the following day. The concierge recommended a tour package which cost RMB268 per person (about S$55), inclusive of return transport, transport within Hangzhou, Mandarin-speaking tour guide, boat tour on West Lake, and the RMB35 admission to the Peak Which Flew From Afar Cave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy's original plan was for us to take the train to Hangzhou and spend the day there ourselves, but all things considered, it was just less hassle to join the tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0945 hrs: We began our self-guided walking tour of Shanghai by walking down Shanxi Nan Lu towards Huaihai Zhong Lu (once known as Avenue Joffre), the heart of the French Concession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The French Concession was founded in 1862 as a result of the Treaty of Nanking. The buildings in this area had a distinct European style, but what was more striking was the way clothes were being hung out to dry in this area. Undergarments, shirts, sweaters, linen, blankets, etc. were hung from trees, street lamps, poles, etc. to dry. We'd be walking past some trendy store, and right above us would be someone's underwear drip-drying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In between blocks of buildings were narrow alleyways called "Long". Some of the "Longs" were gated and guarded. They appeared to be entrances to people's homes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huaihai Zhong Lu itself was a major shopping belt, with large shopping centres, restaurants and cafes. We looked hard at the food options available but didn't see anything appealing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1145 hrs: Lunchtime was drawing near, so Mommy suggested walking to Xintiandi (&lt;a href="http://www.xintiandi.com/"&gt;http://www.xintiandi.com/&lt;/a&gt;) to have buffet dim sum at Ye Shanghai, rated as one of Shanghai's finest restaurants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked along Huaihai Zhong Lu till we reached the Xintiandi area. Xintiandi is bounded by Huangpi Nan Lu, Ma Dang Nan Lu, Tai Cang Lu and Zi Zhong Lu. It is an area famed for its restored Shikumen (stone-framed door) buildings which now house cafes and pubs which are popular with well-heeled yuppies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304268237176131666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZyL28ZFUFI/AAAAAAAACk8/AbS8LkZDYTE/s320/P1030063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304268244350657346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZyL3XHn40I/AAAAAAAAClM/xVMrRaYlimY/s320/P1030084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1230 hrs: We got ourselves a table at Ye Shanghai. The buffet dim sum cost RMB98 all-in (almost S$20) per person. The a-la-carte buffet menu was somewhat limited, but there were a few dishes which we enjoyed, like the spicy chicken in peanut sauce and the xiaolongbao, which had really thin skin and a tasty broth within. Overall, not much to rave about, as any dim sum restaurant in Singapore would have beaten it hands down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304266903355861618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZyKpThjKnI/AAAAAAAACks/1_ruIPeLSas/s320/P2080176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1430 hrs: The service was so slow that Daddy fell asleep at one point. The rest of us took our time to savour the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Across the road from Xintiandi was a Bentley car showroom. Shanghai exuded affluence. We spotted quite a few flashy cars on the road during our stay, and the Porsche Cayenne appeared to be the SUV of choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1500 hrs: We walked along Hubin Lu towards Fangbang Zhong Lu, the heart of Old Shanghai. Enroute, we stumbled upon two markets - Dongtai Lu Antique Market and the Flower, Bird, Fish &amp;amp; Insect Market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As its name suggests, the Dongtai Lu Antique Market was a street lined with stalls selling all sorts of old collectibles, or rather what appeared to be old collectibles. Most of what the vendors were peddling were probably imitation antiques i.e. things recently made to look old. It's just too coincidental for every stall to have several antique Omega watches for sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304270173999948066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZyNnrn3YSI/AAAAAAAAClc/Y9bWlejFE-Q/s320/P1030093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Flower, Bird, Fish &amp;amp; Insect Market was just a short distance away from the Dongtai Lu Antique Market. It was hard work pushing my pram through that market. The maze of passageways was extremely narrow and the market was packed on a Sunday afternoon. We gave up after a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy used the ancient public toilet in the market, and he was traumatised by the experience. He described the latrine as just a wall where all men peed against. The pee flowed into a single hole at the end of the wall. There was no flush system whatsoever and the stink was overwhelming. When Daddy was at the latrine, a man came in, unbuckled his pants and squatted over a hole in plain view of everyone and defacated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy wasn't surprised by Daddy's description of the public toilet. She first visited China in the 1980s and public toilets were all like that. Some places didn't even have public toilets. You'd be lucky to find a shrub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1530 hrs: We walked along Fangbang Zhong Lu and gawked at the old-style shops, ducks (yes, ducks) and clothes being hung out to dry, and street food being prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304270165106840690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZyNnKflVHI/AAAAAAAAClU/PwZspbPacws/s320/P1030091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was plenty of activity in the street, especially around the makeshift stalls selling pornographic DVDs. Trash was casually being tossed on the floor, and there seemed to be more spit on the road than anywhere else in Shanghai we'd seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fangbang Zhong Lu was a "breath of fresh air" from modernised Shanghai. This was a slice of old China in the bustling metropolis, the closest to what one would call a Chinatown in Shanghai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further down the road was the entrance to Yuyuan Bazaar, a pedestrianised marketplace. Heaven for the souvenir-hunter. This is the place to come if you're looking for a Mao t-shirt, poster, etc. The marketplace was very crowded. Thousands were just milling about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304266908988831826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZyKpogjeFI/AAAAAAAACk0/YSOjfzzGBTI/s320/P2080180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for the experience, Daddy paid RMB1 to pop into a public toilet here. Yuyuan Bazaar has been sanitised. The public toilets not only had doors, they had LED panels on each toilet door to tell you how long the occupant has been in there. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304270176585405026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZyNn1QSUmI/AAAAAAAAClk/5GpoMMS6hgs/s320/P1030099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1600 hrs: It was the second last day of Chinese New Year, and Yuyuan Garden was hosting a big lantern exhibition. Public response for the lantern exhibition was so overwhelming that crowd control marshalls were stationed at the entrance to stop more people from entering the Garden after 1600 hrs. We arrived at Yuyuan Garden at exactly 1600 hrs, and saw people being turned away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued our walk in the direction of The Bund. We walked along Zhongshan Dong Lu, but found the footpath to The Bund blocked off by construction works. We didn't want to brave walking amongst motor vehicles. Even when the traffic light was in the pedestrian's favour, we found crossing roads in Shanghai very tricky. Motorists generally did not slow down for pedestrians, and they'd drive on with the green man on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We followed Zhongshan Dong Lu to Renmin Lu, then turned in the direction of Nanjing Dong Lu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1730 hrs: We finally made it to Nanjing Dong Lu, Shanghai's main shopping belt, and possibly the world's busiest shopping street. Much of the street has been pedestrianised and a sightseeing train will take you from one end to the other for RMB2 per person. When it gets dark, neon billboards light up the street, bringing with it festive cheer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304176547372961074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZw4d5QfjTI/AAAAAAAACfc/-C-qBXDiLc4/s320/IMG_8027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304270180500573682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZyNoD1vDfI/AAAAAAAACls/WJuFrrig-lA/s320/P1030101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked along Nanjing Dong Lu aimlessly until we were flagged down by a restaurant tout. The menu she shoved into our hands claimed they had Shanghai food from RMB3 per dish and it seemed quite crowded in the restaurant, so we went inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, another culinary failure... Daddy ordered quite a few dishes (all of which cost much more than RMB3), but none of it tasted any good. The bill came up to about RMB250 (about S$50), but the food was so bad we left much of it untouched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1900 hrs: There was still time for us to make it to the free "Happy Hour" buffet at the hotel. We made a mad dash for the metro and sprinted back to the hotel, with half an hour to spare for wiping out the buffet. Honestly, the food at the free buffet was better than any other food we'd tasted in Shanghai thus far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304270184728332722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZyNoTltibI/AAAAAAAACl0/s4GGhdXNBk4/s320/P1030104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2015 hrs: Our feet were sore from walking all day. The tour bus was picking us up at 0635 hrs the next morning to take us to Hangzhou, so we decided to have an early night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9 FEBRUARY 2009 (MONDAY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0630 hrs: We had booked our tour through the hotel's concierge, and they kindly arranged for us to take away our breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0635 hrs: A mini-van pulled up at the hotel to drive us to Renmin Guangchang (People's Square), where the rest of the tour group was waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0700 hrs: We met our tour guide, a frizzy-haired lady from Hangzhou. She ushered us up a 50-seater tour bus. Altogether, there were more than 30 people on this tour, and we were the only foreigners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1100 hrs: The drive to Hangzhou took almost 4 hrs. Traffic out of Shanghai was slow and we had made a toilet stop, then a detour to travel on the Hangzhou Bay Bridge, the world's longest trans-oceanic bridge. It was a foggy day, and we couldn't see much on the bridge, other than its colourful railing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1115 hrs: The tour guide led us across Su Di (Su Causeway) to a garden with a koi pond where Emperor Kangxi once visited. It was a chilly morning, and all the kois were lying at the bottom of the pond, where the water was warmest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304262176565125186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZyGWK20YEI/AAAAAAAACjk/lh5Xma2SVW8/s320/P1030123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304262180316117602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZyGWY1H-mI/AAAAAAAACjs/T24IcSBG5YQ/s320/P1030127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1140 hrs: We boarded a wooden boat for a cruise on West Lake, world renowned for its picturesque landscape. The tour guide said the government did not permit buildings beyond a certain height being constructed near the lake, to preserve the beauty of the lake. However, their efforts in preservation did not totally pay off. We could still see the skyscrapers from our boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy visited Hangzhou as a child, but the city is now very different from what she remembers. It is now a concrete jungle with an overrated lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1230 hrs: Our pleasure ride on the boat was over. The guide said we had a very tight schedule in the afternoon, so she was only giving us 30 mins for lunch. She encouraged us to group ourselves in 10s, and go for the RMB150 set menu for 10 persons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304262185103372354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZyGWqqfsEI/AAAAAAAACj0/vsJAJ4ULZho/s320/P1030162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1245 hrs: We were dropped off at a nearby restaurant, and everyone grabbed their seats. We were the last to get to a table. The guide grouped us with a solo female traveller from Guangdong province, and we agreed to go ahead with the RMB150 (S$30) set menu for 10 persons, even though there were only 7 of us eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1300 hrs: The food was served, and we had 15 mins left to polish off everything. It was an impossible feat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1315 hrs: The guide hurried us up the bus, and we had to leave most of the food untouched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1335 hrs: We were taken to a "Silk Museum" and the large, wooden doors were pulled shut behind us. A lady began her sales pitch on how smooth and fire-proof her silk was. We were led to a room where silk bedlinen and blankets were displayed, and a dozen pushy sales personnel came forward. It was like being thrown into a gladiator's pit. Daddy and Mommy were furious that we had to skip a proper lunch because of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1400 hrs: When it was apparent that no one in our group was keen to buy a silk blanket, we were then ushered to a small room with a short catwalk, where we were told a fashion show would be staged for us. The "Silk Museum" had 6 ladies model their products. Thereafter, a dozen pushy sales personnel came forward again to try to talk us into buying silk garments.&lt;br /&gt;Our tour guide stood quietly in a corner, waiting for a sucker to buy something so she could collect her commission. Suddenly, she was no longer in any hurry and we could spend as much time as we liked in the silk store. To our astonishment, one guy actually bought something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304263434635309106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZyHfZiH8DI/AAAAAAAACj8/4Jp4piNaUo8/s320/P1030190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1425 hrs: We got back up the bus, and the tour guide announced that we would be visiting Mejiawu Longjing Tea Plantation next. More time wasted at another tourist scam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1435 hrs: Daddy and Mommy refused to visit the plantation, more like a room where tourists were asked to sample tea then pressured to buy tins of tea at high prices. They remained outside with Ning Che Che to feed me my mashed pumpkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304263440545562994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZyHfvjPQXI/AAAAAAAACkE/l0okWhQZ5FM/s320/P1030203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1500 hrs: The guy who bought the silk garment bought 6 tins of tea! Everyone else went up the bus, annoyed that we'd wasted so much time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1525 hrs: We alighted at Lingyin Temple (Temple of the Soul's Retreat). This 1700 yr old temple dates back to the Eastern Jin Dynasty (317 to 420 AD) and is one of the 10 most famous temples in China. The tour package didn't include the admission to the temple, so we each paid another RMB30 (S$6) to enter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma Nancy is a Buddhist and she wanted to say her prayers at the temple. The tour guide gave us some cock and bull story about how incense should only be bought at a specific shop, otherwise the prayers would not be answered. Predictably, she led everyone to a particular incense shop and made sure she received her commission. We were not given the opportunity to buy the joss-sticks from elsewhere, and Grandma Nancy had to shell out RMB99 (S$20) for a bunch of incense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1600 hrs: The tour guide said we were free to explore the temple and the Peak Which Flew From Afar Cave, but had to be back at the meeting point by 1645 hrs. No more commissions to receive, so suddenly we were in a hurry again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304263444384846194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZyHf92mEXI/AAAAAAAACkM/Evldw7b_gZ4/s320/P1030214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304264105310769058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZyIGb_nT6I/AAAAAAAACkU/rzzdP7--PbQ/s320/P1030231.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1635 hrs: By the time we were done exploring the temple, we only had 10 mins left before we were expected back. There was insufficient time for us to explore the Peak Which Flew From Afar Cave, which was just across from the temple. On its slope and inside the cave are more than 300 stone Budhhas, carved during the period of the Five Dynasties to the Yuan Dynasty (907 to 1368 AD). Mommy had really wanted to see the carvings, so she regretted joining the tour package instead of coming to Hangzhou on our own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1645 hrs: We were back at the meeting point, but 4 persons were late. The tour guide waited 5 mins then rang them and yelled at them. Unlike guides serving foreign tourists, guides serving domestic travellers didn't expect tips. She really gave her comrades a shelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2015 hrs: The drive back to Shanghai was shorter, as we didn't make a detour to go on the Hangzhou Bay Bridge. Nevertheless, we still couldn't get to back to Shanghai in time for our favourite free "Happy Hour" buffet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the last day of Chinese New Year. Individual buildings in Hangzhou were setting off fireworks and fire crackers. We went right past some fireworks whilst travelling on the highway. We passed many villages on the way back to Shanghai, and lost count of the number of times we saw fireworks during the drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus driver dropped us off at Raffles City Shopping Mall at Renmin Guangchang. The shopping mall is owned by Capitaland of Singapore, and the food court called Megabite in there is run by Food Junction of Singapore. Mommy had read good reviews about Megabite before our trip and we decided to have dinner there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2045 hrs: The food was not bad, but the selection was poor. Beef and rice, or beef and noodles appeared at almost every stall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2200 hrs: We stayed till the foodcourt closed. Renmin Guangchang was just one metro stop away from Nanjing Xi Lu, where our hotel was. We decided to take a stroll back to the hotel. Enroute, we saw the pedestrianised section of Nanjing Dong Lu flooded with merrymakers. It was the last day of Chinese New Year, and people were out and about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2300 hrs: It took us an hour to walk back. Everyone was tired, and I really wanted my milk bottle so I could go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;10 FEBRUARY 2009 (TUESDAY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0900 hrs: It was the last time we were having breakfast at this hotel, as we were shifting to another in a different part of the city later that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the night, Ah Gong had sms-ed Mommy to let her know that their flight from Vancouver to Shanghai had been delayed by 7 hours. Everyone was really looking forward to spending the day with Ah Gong, Ah Ma and Che Che, so the news came as a huge disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took our time with breakfast, then got ready to check out of the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1145 hrs: We checked out of the hotel, and left our suitcases with the concierge. Mommy had read about the warren of art shops at 50 Moganshan Lu, and thought it would be an interesting place to visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We caught the metro from Nanjing Xi Lu Metro Station to Shanghai Railway Station Metro Station, the nearest station to Moganshan Lu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1230 hrs: Near the Railway Station were many travellers balancing heavy bags on their shoulders. We even saw a man travelling with his kettle. Chinese New Year had just ended, so lots of people were coming to the city to look for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304258554779460050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZyDDWp04dI/AAAAAAAACi0/n6Vmg15yJWY/s320/P1030284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We followed our map to Moganshan Lu. It wasn't the easiest to find. We took a wrong turn and walked through one of the filthiest areas in Shanghai. The stench of urine on the streets was so bad we had to hold our breath to walk. Thousands of travellers disembarking at the railway station must have been relieving themselves on the streets, instead of paying RMB1 ($0.20) to use the public latrines at the station. We even came across the largest pile of human crap by the side of the road. That guy must have held in it for many days before unzipping his pants by the road! Gross!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1320 hrs: We found Moganshan Lu. It was in a disused industrial zone by the river. A particular art shop stood out from the rest - Outstanding Art (&lt;a href="http://www.outstandingartshanghai.com/"&gt;http://www.outstandingartshanghai.com/&lt;/a&gt;), but their prices were way above our budget!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304409179486701266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZ0MC3agRtI/AAAAAAAACnE/Q2AkezB5g9U/s320/P1030296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304258564142420130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZyDD5iIUKI/AAAAAAAACi8/PHtJqYl762c/s320/P1030330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1420 hrs: We spent an hour browsing, but left 50 Moganshan Lu empty handed. Nevertheless, it was interesting to go off-the-beaten-track. Here's a picture of something which looked like an art installation, but it was not. Just a whole lot of styrofoam boxes on a bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304258565184675522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZyDD9an3sI/AAAAAAAACjE/siEAEIPwAfA/s320/P1030338.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1455 hrs: The walk back to Shanghai Railway Station Metro Station was quicker, and we didn't have to pass the stinky zone. We caught the metro back to Nanjing Xi Lu Metro Station, and had lunch in the Megabite foodcourt at Westgate Mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our encounters with the service staff in Shanghai had not always been pleasant. On the courtesy front, the service staff in Shanghai generally have very much catching up to do. We stayed at 2 different hotels (both supposedly 5-stars) during our 6-day vacation and the receptionists at both hotels were equally impatient. At the hotels' cafes, clearing used plates wasn't the norm, and when Daddy asked for sugar for his coffee, the waitress tossed 2 packets of sugar on the table and walked off. That same waitress was seen squeezing her pimples at the service station when Daddy went up to her to ask for a cup of coffee. You could be eating at a foodcourt and a cleaner would come right up to you and mop at your feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The service staff at the Megabite foodcourt in Westgate Mall takes the crown for rudeness though. When Laoyi asked for a pair of chopsticks at the Shanghai food stall because they'd served her a bowl of noodles without chopsticks, the service staff threw a pair of chopsticks at her! Unbelievable but true! Daddy bought a bowl of dessert and when he asked for an empty bowl so he could split the dessert with Grandma Nancy, the service staff said "No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1630 hrs: We were out of Central View Suites with all our bags. We made our way to Nanjing Xi Lu Metro Station and took the metro to Pudong Avenue Metro Station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1730 hrs: We booked to stay our final 2 nights at The Eton Hotel along Pudong Avenue. Our first 3 nights was spent on the Puxi side of Shanghai, so we thought moving to the opposite side of the Huangpu River would be interesting for a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pudong was first developed in 1990, and it has already emerged as China's financial and commercial hub. It has a very impressive skyline which comprises of some of the world's tallest skyscrapers - Shanghai World Financial Centre (currently 2nd tallest in the world) and Jin Mao Tower (currently 8th tallest in the world). It is also home to the iconic Oriental Pearl Tower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1745 hrs: Grandpa Eddy and Grandma Nancy shared Room 2918, Laoyi, Ning Che Che and I shared Room 3518, and Daddy and Mommy shared Room 3527.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy and Mommy picked the shortest straw and got the smallest room. The rest of us had spacious, corner units with king-sized bed and a bathroom with a tub big enough for a family of 4. Daddy and Mommy's room had twin-beds and a tub fit for one. Just their luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304409188753185218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZ0MDZ7zmcI/AAAAAAAACnU/rPB9Np_kaXw/s320/P1030350.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304260744138978482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZyFCypz9LI/AAAAAAAACjU/4K_sjUEKJyg/s320/P1030360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were 2 LCD tvs in each room, one in front of the bed and another in the bathroom. From our window, we could see the Huangpu River and the Pudong skyline. The Eton Hotel was probably the most luxurious hotel we've stayed at on our travels so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304173920732256306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZw2FAQjGDI/AAAAAAAACe8/dly7UgjqrQo/s320/IMG_7887.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy had booked the deluxe rooms through &lt;a href="http://www.ctrip.com/"&gt;http://www.ctrip.com/&lt;/a&gt; and they cost RMB788 all-in (S$158) per night. Buffet breakfast was provided. Broadband internet access was payable at RMB120 (S$24) per block of 24 hrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1945 hrs: It took a while for us to get ready to head out because Mommy needed to check-in online for our flight back to Singapore. By the time she was done, it was almost 2000 hrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2000 hrs: We took a taxi to Super Brand Mall (&lt;a href="http://www.superbrandmall.com/"&gt;http://www.superbrandmall.com/&lt;/a&gt;) in Lujiazui, and it cost only RMB11 (about S$2). We spent an hour walking round the mall, checking out the various food options, including the buffet restaurant called Xi Duo Wu. Xi Duo Wu had a very large selection, but it paled in comparison to the mega buffet restaurant we dined at in Shenzhen. The food at Xi Duo Wu didn't look very good either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2100 hrs: We settled for Cafe de Coral in the end. Turned out to be a really good choice. The food was tasty and affordable. The set meals cost around RMB25 (S$5) with a drink. Daddy ordered 2 set meals for himself - the garlic pork and ginger chicken, and he was convinced this was the best meal he's had in Shanghai thus far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2200 hrs: Outside the Super Brand Mall was a phenomenally long taxi queue. We followed some locals to Lujiazui Metro Station instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying outside the station were several carts from which hawkers were selling street food. We watched a lady prepare vegetarian pancakes on her cart. The pancakes looked so good we had to try some. They cost only RMB2.50 (S$0.50) each and they were a wonderful snack. Crispy, fragrant and lightly salted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304260750331966146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZyFDJuVcsI/AAAAAAAACjc/GIUHbpEHhok/s320/P2100250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2240 hrs: We were back at the hotel after hopping into 2 taxis near Lujiazui Metro Station. Daddy was looking forward to watching tv from the bathtub!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304256807254506658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZyBdonaPKI/AAAAAAAACis/ETTr3qUQtJo/s320/P2110276.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0115 hrs: Daddy and Mommy stayed up that night for the arrival of Ah Gong, Ah Ma and Che Che. I couldn't keep my eyes open, and would only see them in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11 FEBRUARY 2009 (WEDNESDAY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0845 hrs: Che Che!!! Che Che!!! Che Che!!! Thanks for returning my Ah Gong to me... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304172006795622370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZw0VmSft-I/AAAAAAAACe0/PW35fxjdByY/s320/IMG_8295.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304166063231333778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZwu7oyV9ZI/AAAAAAAACd8/LK-VPZWqynM/s320/IMG_8316.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family had a joyous reunion over breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304166055298069474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZwu7LO58-I/AAAAAAAACd0/iMAuHOE8Eys/s320/IMG_8304.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1100 hrs: Buffet breakfast at the Eton Hotel was great. Western, Chinese and Japanese... there was something for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304166052512154402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZwu7A2sQyI/AAAAAAAACds/kUJQ5pydrqE/s320/IMG_8291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304166068125083474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZwu77BGp1I/AAAAAAAACeE/h2Y2tRPRlcA/s320/IMG_8311.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;After breakfast, we took a ride on the metro to Nanjing Dong Lu Station. The Eton Hotel is directly opposite Pudong Avenue Metro Station, which made is convenient for us to get around. However, the immediate vicinity around the Eton Hotel had no shops or restaurants whatsoever, just plenty of construction work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304248587359507586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZx5_LHuVII/AAAAAAAACiE/ydqCHwEJz8A/s320/P1030387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1135 hrs: We left Grandma Nancy, Ah Ma and Laoyi to do their shopping along Nanjing Dong Lu. The rest of us watched the world go by on the pedestrian mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304176553882669554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZw4eRgh0fI/AAAAAAAACfs/y8ZaJRLr0xE/s320/IMG_8039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304176553186303906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZw4eO6gH6I/AAAAAAAACfk/Vf9oVdvH9ME/s320/IMG_8030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304246629150278930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZx4NMOQxRI/AAAAAAAAChc/v76o81lRREE/s320/IMG_8150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304255020281775234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZx_1nn6RII/AAAAAAAACiM/8JJlPSxGPXA/s320/P1030394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304245071348059010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZx2yg9RS4I/AAAAAAAAChU/iSFVXrNk5mg/s320/IMG_8144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1240 hrs: Daddy discovered a food complex and waved us in. i think it was called Shanghai's No. 1 Food Store or something like that. The store was very crowded. It sold everything which a Chinese housewife would need for her kitchen, as well as ready-to-eat food. One stall had a particularly long queue - Yang's Fry-Dumpling. Daddy and Mommy had already tasted shengjian and they didn't think it was good enough to stand in line for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304243933337272418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZx1wRiWwGI/AAAAAAAACgs/HiRx9QydClM/s320/IMG_8082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304243939733721714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZx1wpXY0nI/AAAAAAAACg0/g66KtW-Cua4/s320/IMG_8086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Che Che and I wanted something to eat, so Daddy bought us a corn cup from MacDonald's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304245058296793970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZx2xwVmy3I/AAAAAAAAChE/EfaQYr4dG90/s320/IMG_8104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304245064979750882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZx2yJO8n-I/AAAAAAAAChM/Q2qfJ1iMW_4/s320/IMG_8105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304243949788887266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZx1xO0ueOI/AAAAAAAACg8/8sntOLtEOi4/s320/IMG_8101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1400 hrs: We met up with Grandma Nancy, Ah Ma and Laoyi, who happily showed off their purchases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried searching for a food court in a shopping mall along Nanjing Dong Lu, but it wasn't as easy as we'd thought. We gave up after a while, and took the metro to Lujiazui to have lunch at Cafe de Coral in Super Brand Mall instead. At least we knew the food would be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1530 hrs: We were back at Cafe de Coral, tucking into lunch. The service staff were very happy to see me again. We had a good babble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1630 hrs: After lunch, Mommy suggested walking along the Riverside Promenade to have a look at The Bund from across the river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304246636622767298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZx4NoD15MI/AAAAAAAAChk/tsX0Q68xZ04/s320/IMG_8167.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304248578185161618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZx5-o8Y65I/AAAAAAAACh0/TuqrS-nyqck/s320/IMG_8237.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304255027449905778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZx_2CU7QnI/AAAAAAAACiU/IPg0bgQG-Mc/s320/P1030399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1645 hrs: Ah Gong bought me an ice-cream cone from MacDonald's, and we watched the sun set over The Bund at the River Promenade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304246639057142930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZx4NxIPhJI/AAAAAAAAChs/jEc7EL0QdKQ/s320/IMG_8222.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304256805454051506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZyBdh6JeLI/AAAAAAAACik/S12Rk2eQbZU/s320/P2110265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304255034686994242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZx_2dSYd0I/AAAAAAAACic/KE6UeDG0gBQ/s320/P2110259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it got darker, a boat carrying the largest LCD panel I'd ever seen sailed by. The LCD panel was about 4 storeys high. Daddy's dream tv set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304248581936849314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZx5-263IaI/AAAAAAAACh8/uewgi6IcmzY/s320/IMG_8253.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1740 hrs: We hopped into 3 taxis and returned to the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1930 hrs: The hotel was promoting its Hokkaido Buffet Dinner, so we went ahead to make reservations at its cafe. RMB148 plus tax (S$35) per person. Mommy enjoyed the sashimi, beef steak, pasta, cakes and Movenpick ice-cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2200 hrs: We toured the hotel's gym and pool facilities. We were too full to exercise... so we went to bed instead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12 FEBRUARY 2009 (THURSDAY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0845 hrs: We made plans over breakfast on what to do for the day. We were due to fly out later that afternoon which didn't leave us with much time for sightseeing or shopping. Ah Gong has an apartment in Shanghai and it was only 4 metro stops away from our hotel. All of us were interested in having a look at the place, so we quickly finished breakfast and proceeded to the metro station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304173927836821266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZw2FauaJxI/AAAAAAAACfE/aeEnwFh7ZDc/s320/IMG_7892.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304175025428254146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZw3FTkmTcI/AAAAAAAACfM/cSrkvTFEFGs/s320/IMG_7913.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304168987549666786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZwxl2uKjeI/AAAAAAAACeU/kmMHiFRPPps/s320/IMG_8486.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1000 hrs: We took the metro from Pudong Avenue to Hailun Lu. Ah Gong's apartment was occupied by a tenant, so we could only look at the exterior of the block of apartments. Ah Gong spoke to a real estate agent, and was happy to learn that the value of his investment had appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304168987662379586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZwxl3JCakI/AAAAAAAACeM/0tU4rnJCKXs/s320/IMG_8359.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1115 hrs: Close to Ah Gong's apartment was the Sichuan Bei Lu shopping belt. We took a walk down Sichuan Bei Lu for some last minute shopping, then made a loop back to Hailun Lu Metro Station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304168997723133458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZwxmcntVhI/AAAAAAAACec/OEGYkaMK17E/s320/P1030450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The temperature had been hovering around 10 degrees celcius the last few days, but it suddenly shot up to 23 degrees celcius this morning. The weather here is so unpredictable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1240 hrs: We were back at our hotel to do our final packing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304172002871959842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZw0VXrBYSI/AAAAAAAACek/z5dHPNpRHLI/s320/P1030453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1300 hrs: The hotel had graciously extended their usual check-out time (1200 hrs) by an hour. We checked out of our hotel, and jumped into 3 taxis to Pudong International Airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1350 hrs: The taxi ride cost about RMB130 (S$26). We checked our bags in, collected our boarding passes and snooped around for something to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1500 hrs: There were very few food options available. We settled for Burger King in the transit area in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1555 hrs: We boarded Singapore Airlines Flight SQ833 for Singapore. The air stewardess handed me a stuffed toy and a jigsaw puzzle. I also had a very comfortable bassinet all to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1620 hrs: I didn't cry during take-off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2140 hrs: But... it was a different story during the landing. I bawled my eyes out, so much so that Grandpa Eddy and Grandma Nancy, who were sitting in a totally different section of the plane, could hear me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy's singing frightened me more than comforted me. :( I hate flying. 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Whistler is North America's largest ski resort, and it was where Daddy and Mommy got married in December 2001.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mouth-watering smells of freshly baked pineapple tarts, chocolate chip cookies and pandan cake wafted through the kitchen, but my mind was on the suitcases we had to pack. I had bought my ski apparel in Hong Kong when we were there in July 2008, and Chia Yee had picked up more gear for me from London. Sweaters, hat, mittens and snow boots. Ah Gong had been showing me "How to Ski" videos for a few weeks now. I couldn't wait to get to Whistler, snap on a pair of skis and zip down a slope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrations to usher in the Year of the Ox came and went quickly. Our family had our Reunion Dinner on 23 January 2009 at Grandpa Eddy's house. We tend to have our Reunion Dinners before Chinese New Year's Eve because Daddy and Mommy have to work through the public holidays. Dinner at Grandpa Eddy's was a potluck affair. Grandma Nancy prepared most of the dishes, with the big, steaming pot of "buah keluak" as the usual piece de resistance. Ah Ma brought the "yu sheng", so we could have our first "lohei" of the year. Mommy's contribution was a chicken from Wee Nam Kee Chicken Rice Restaurant. Lao Ma (Ah Gong's mother) and Lao Yi (Ah Ma's older sister) joined us for dinner as well. Lao Yi made cocktail jelly for dessert. The jelly was smooth and refreshing, and Su Ann kept asking for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Su Ann is now 13 months old. She can manage a few steps on her own, and has begun to talk. A real foodie, she can say "milk" (but she'll usually say 'neh', which is the international language for milk according to Priscilla Dunstan of Baby Language), "bot" (for bottle), "cup", and "more... more" (whenever she wants more food like Ah Ma's chocolate chip cookies). She can say "nose" (pronounced as 'no'), "clock" (pronounced as 'colk"), "star" (pronounced as 'dar'), "bag", "book", "dog", "cat", "walk", "drop" (pronounced as 'dop'), "up", "no no" (when she doesn't want something), and "no more". She can say "care" (when she wants someone to carry her) and "Ah Ma bao" (which is 'Ah Ma carry me' in Mandarin). She calls me "Dair Dair" (her way of pronouncing 'Che Che' which means big sister in the Teochew dialect). Her favourite word though is "there". She knows exactly where she wants to go and what she wants to hold, and she'll point and yell "There! There!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was travelling to Whistler with Ah Gong and Ah Ma. Daddy, Mommy and Su Ann were staying home because Mommy didn't think Su Ann would be able to take the loooong flight to Vancouver. Mommy was worried that Su Ann's cries on such a loooong flight would spark off another air rage incident by a fellow passenger. Su Ann will still be doing some travelling though. She'll be spending a few days in Shanghai with the rest of the family, and Ah Gong, Ah Ma and I will be meeting up with everyone in Shanghai, on our way back to Singapore from Vancouver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late at night on 27 January 2009, after 2 days of visiting relatives for Chinese New Year, we made our way to the airport for our flight to Vancouver. We were flying China Eastern Airlines and the flight was departing at 0055 hrs on 28 January 2009 from Terminal 3. Su Ann took time off from her bedtime schedule to send me off, so we played together in the playground at Basement 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302493409543692258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZY9qYOzn-I/AAAAAAAACUY/4X0Wqg4SxLo/s320/P1270029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302493419120902354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZY9q76MQNI/AAAAAAAACUg/wqSEmBe0TW0/s320/P1270035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was way past my bedtime by the time we boarded the plane. After take-off, I stretched myself across a row of seats on the relatively empty plane, and quickly fell asleep. Five hours later, we were in Shanghai for a five-hour stopover. I rested some more. The China Eastern Airlines flight to Vancouver took off again at 1110 hrs on 28 January 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We crossed the international dateline and gained a day. We arrived in Vancouver close to 0600 hrs on 28 January 2009. After clearing customs and collecting our suitcases, we took a taxi to the Metropolitan Hotel (&lt;a href="http://www.metropolitan.com/vanc/"&gt;http://www.metropolitan.com/vanc/&lt;/a&gt;) in downtown Vancouver. There were heaps of snow by the side of the road. For the first time in my life, I saw snow. Not the man-made, artificial fluff they have at theme parks, but the real thing. I couldn't contain my excitement, and kept pointing and shouting "SNOW! SNOW!" during the taxi ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After checking into the Metropolitan Hotel, I plonked myself onto the bed and tried to sleep my way out of jet lag. In fact, I spent much of the next few days doing little other than nursing my jet lag. I found it very difficult to adjust to the massive time difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Chia Yee and Uncle Craig arrived in Vancouver on 29 January, I pulled myself out of bed to see them and we all went out for a seafood dinner at Kirin Mandarin Restaurant (&lt;a href="http://www.kirinrestaurants.com/"&gt;http://www.kirinrestaurants.com/&lt;/a&gt;) to celebrate Ah Gong's birthday. The food was delicious! The geoduck and crab were excellent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302577443400780818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZaKFyvnDBI/AAAAAAAACVI/SETJ5hvciV8/s320/IMG_5999.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302577748823621346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZaKXkiFvuI/AAAAAAAACVQ/Xda1u5lpgig/s320/IMG_5976.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The food at Kirin Mandarin Restaurant was so good that we returned for dim sum lunch the next day. After lunch, I garnered enough energy to walk around the shopping malls in downtown Vancouver. It helped that Chia Yee enticed me with ice-cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302582282162225906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZaOfciPQvI/AAAAAAAACVY/X85yJ0NA71o/s320/IMG_6013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We checked out of the Metropolitan Hotel very early in the morning on 31 January 2009, and caught the 0730 hrs Snowbus (&lt;a href="http://www.snowbus.ca/"&gt;http://www.snowbus.ca/&lt;/a&gt;) to Whistler. As we approached Whistler, we could see more and more snow, and I got increasingly excited. I couldn't wait to get off the bus and touch the soft, fluffy snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived in Whistler at about 0900 hrs that Saturday morning. It was too early in the day for us to check into our accommodation at Club Intrawest, so we dropped our bags off and headed to a cafe at Le Chamois for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302587375843932178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZaTH7-l-BI/AAAAAAAACWA/i-zIgKvGljQ/s320/IMG_2070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302585677140068274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZaRlD0CB7I/AAAAAAAACVg/h8IZmndfRbE/s320/IMG_6035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302585681766394178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZaRlVDCKUI/AAAAAAAACVo/3k8vMdAKDGA/s320/IMG_6037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302585685063106850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZaRlhVCASI/AAAAAAAACVw/p3TNqIEOWcY/s320/IMG_6043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Gong and Ah Ma were anxious for me to start my ski lessons, so the first thing they did after breakfast was to sign me up for a full-day ski lesson for the following day. They couldn't wait to get rid of me so they could hit the slopes themselves! It was snowing that day in Whistler, and the forecast was 20cm of new snow for the weekend. I don't blame them for lusting after fresh powder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That afternoon, we checked into our 2-bedroom apartment at Club Intrawest (&lt;a href="http://www.clubintrawest.com/"&gt;http://www.clubintrawest.com/&lt;/a&gt;). Ah Gong, Ah Ma, Chia Yee and Uncle Craig are all members of the Club, and they spend at least a week here once a year. It was my first time in Whistler, and I could already understand why skiiers from all over the world would make their pilgrimmage to Whistler year after year. Come 2010, this resplendent beauty will play host to the Winter Olympics. The mammoth resort is made up of 2 mountains - Whistler Moutain and Blackcomb Mountain, and together, the mountains offer more than enough runs to please skiiers of every level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my nap, Ah Gong and Ah Ma took me to a ski rental shop at Day Lodge to get my ski equipment sorted. We passed the snow-covered boulders of Fitzsimmons Creek on the way, and the view was breath-taking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302587371395379906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZaTHrZ-csI/AAAAAAAACV4/93sfWrlWWrs/s320/IMG_6049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302686368025322418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZbtKCl0o7I/AAAAAAAACcM/ooTCHB_HpJw/s320/IMG_6068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After sorting out my ski equipment, we took a walk around the village. The village had a myriad of lovely shops, and plenty of restaurants. However, a lack of Chinese food options meant that Ah Ma preferred to do the cooking in our apartment, rather than eating out. We went to the supermarket to stock up on groceries, then returned to the apartment for a home-cooked meal. I went to bed early that night, as I had an early start the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302629047201508626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZa5Bh4dLRI/AAAAAAAACXQ/2ACUuM7k7Fg/s320/IMG_6947.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302629045594471890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZa5Bb5TvdI/AAAAAAAACXI/QtrvPWXKCas/s320/IMG_6944.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first ski lesson started at 0830 hrs on 1 February 2009. Ah Gong and Ah Ma dropped me off at ski school, then joined Chia Yee and Uncle Craig on the newly opened Peak to Peak Gondola which connects Blackcomb Mountain to Whistler Mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302589011200102450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZaUnIJ40DI/AAAAAAAACWI/ektP64uk2ag/s320/IMG_2076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Instructor Joe at ski school. The class was meant for 3 to 4 year olds, and there were only 2 other kids in my class. We began our day, not on our skis, but with a box of crayons. After we finished colouring, Instructor Joe took us outdoors to build a snowman and make snow angels. We played a while in the snow before starting our lesson proper on the bunny slope by the Magic Carpet travelator. By the end of my lesson, I was able to ski down the bunny slope and stop by making a snowplough. I was exhausted by the end of my lesson. When Ah Gong and Ah Ma came to pick me up at 1515 hrs, they found me sound asleep on Instructor Joe's lap! There was no where to lie down in the ski school, so Instructor Joe held me whilst I slept for a whole hour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The full day lesson, inclusive of rental of skis, ski boots and helmet cost CAD158.96. Instructor Joe was full of praises for me, which gave Ah Gong the confidence to invest another CAD479.28 (after 40% discount) in my ski education. He signed me up for a 5-day ski camp, beginning the very next day. The package was very good value, considering that it was a full-day child care with ski lesson, equipment rental and lunch thrown in. With the economic crisis and poor snow year, it had been a quiet season at Whistler, so discounts were used to lure more skiiers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning (2 February 2009), Ah Gong and Ah Ma dropped me off at ski school at 0845 hrs for my first day at ski camp, then went off to join Chia Yee and Uncle Craig on the slopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302592094369040498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZaXal2pSHI/AAAAAAAACWQ/v0neEC3Pvtk/s320/IMG_2094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302592095262483362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZaXapLqI6I/AAAAAAAACWY/LEXsOijkXhc/s320/IMG_2117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I introduced myself to Instructor Georgie. She was originally from Brisbane, Australia. There were 4 kids in my class, 2 boys and 2 girls. Jack, Gabriel, Vivian and me. Once again, we began our day with art and craft time, before heading to the bunny slope by the Magic Carpet. We were taught basic moves on skis, with an emphasis on turning. By the end of the lesson at 1500 hrs, I was confident of coming down the bunny slope and was ready for new challenges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302634463923830866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZa980vsgFI/AAAAAAAACYA/vDmUncGx7K0/s320/IMG_6991.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302634468063077170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZa99EKkYzI/AAAAAAAACYI/uychYe2s7Ps/s320/IMG_7001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening, our family went tobogganing at the Yellow Brick Road ski slope. My toboggan was like a big, red plastic spade. Just right for my butt. I really enjoyed the adrenaline rush as I slid down the slope. It was a really enjoyable evening filled with plenty of laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302630440100217634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZa6Sm1YwyI/AAAAAAAACXY/uj2q4G3dS6A/s320/IMG_6951.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302630444386869234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZa6S2zZ3_I/AAAAAAAACXg/GFRihMEGEdI/s320/IMG_6968.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302630448059477154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZa6TEfBbKI/AAAAAAAACXo/WsxnL8-w0OI/s320/IMG_6973.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302630451664087922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZa6TR6ba3I/AAAAAAAACXw/KSiQpUthtvQ/s320/IMG_6970.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302630802805379042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZa6nuBCT-I/AAAAAAAACX4/k-uGqZvyckM/s320/IMG_6988.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second day at ski camp (3 February 2009) was more challenging than my first. Instructor Georgie took us up the chairlift at the Yellow Brick Road. When I first got off the chairlift and looked down the slope, I actually burst into tears. I panicked when I saw how steep and long the run was. There was no way I could ski down that slope and I kept telling Instructor Georgie that it was dangerous! Instructor Georgie was very encouraging. By the end of my lesson, I had gone up the Yellow Brick Road chairlift twice and had skiied down that slope twice. My very first green run! Here're some pictures of me on the Yellow Brick Road run. I'm the one in the bright orange jacket, dark grey ski pants and pink ski goggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302601457202586002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZaf7lIHYZI/AAAAAAAACWo/DMx03OpDEkM/s320/IMG_2123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302601463007683634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZaf76wKJDI/AAAAAAAACW4/g4E_ho6dclo/s320/IMG_2138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302601460747162050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZaf7yVNUcI/AAAAAAAACWw/Rd_NwvlLzbs/s320/IMG_2135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302628627743085586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZa4pHRxlBI/AAAAAAAACXA/UsMVkKptjrY/s320/IMG_6931.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructor Georgie proudly reported my progress to Ah Gong and Ah Ma, who were anxious to know whether I'd be able to go off-piste by the end of my fifth day at camp. Hehe! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302600298556253394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZae4I1TZNI/AAAAAAAACWg/OnwbutjBxNU/s320/IMG_2154.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;The first part of day three at the ski camp (4 February 2009) was spent honing our skills on the Yellow Brick Road run. Instructor Georgie was very pleased with the progress of my class and said that we were ripe to try new runs. We took a ride up the Wizard Express chairlift, then switched to the Solar Coaster chairlift. I'd never been this high up a mountain before (top of Solar Coaster Express chairlift was 1860 m high). We stopped for lunch at RendezVous Lodge, before skiing down a green run to the Children's Adventure Park. There was a make-belief castle at the Adventure Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our playtime at the Adventure Park, Instructor Georgie led us all the way down to the base of Blackcomb Mountain via a green run. From the Solar Coast Express chairlift to the base of Blackcomb Mountain was a vertical drop of 1200 m. We skiied in a line, with Instructor Georgie right in front. We covered a really long distance on skis today and I was exhausted by the end of the lesson. Once back at our apartment, I fell asleep instantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent Day Four of my ski camp (5 February 2009) on the Yellow Brick Road run. Instructor Georgie wanted us to improve our turning skills and control over our skis. We took the chairlift a total of 8 times, and skiied the run 8 times. Tedious, but practice makes perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302637741102310370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZbA7lL7o-I/AAAAAAAACYo/IcK0M4YU3yU/s320/IMG_7124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302638547476132530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZbBqhKbsrI/AAAAAAAACZI/StUA4mw18Ng/s320/IMG_7134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302637744035945890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZbA7wHXXaI/AAAAAAAACY4/TMpm2TmoEPw/s320/IMG_7127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302637747376019314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZbA78js13I/AAAAAAAACYw/VPWPvm-SQRw/s320/IMG_7125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302638544567027074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZbBqWU2RYI/AAAAAAAACZA/n2bgcbpM9yM/s320/IMG_7133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Ah Gong and Ah Ma came to pick me up from class, Instructor Georgie informed them that I had shown marked improvement! Ah Gong and Ah Ma beamed when they heard the good news. It was a tiring day, and I actually fell asleep on the chairlift when we were going up the eighth time. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302652771602473266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZbOmeKbITI/AAAAAAAACZY/-UqSbEUzEBQ/s320/IMG_7204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302638553164273538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZbBq2Wl14I/AAAAAAAACZQ/HOuWGzP5V0s/s320/IMG_7144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302637738461518546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZbA7bWUWtI/AAAAAAAACYg/D9rLcpZK2qY/s320/IMG_7123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passes really quickly when you're having fun. Before I knew it, it was already the last day of my ski camp (6 February 2009). Instructor Georgie led us on the Village Run from Blackcomb Mountain to the base of Whistler Mountain. We skiied across a bridge. After that, we returned to Blackcomb Mountain via the Excalibur Gondola. Just before our trip to Whistler, there was an accident on the Excalibur Gondola when a gondola tower collapsed and sent some of the gondolas onto the ground and one nearly into the river. Fortunately, no one died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That morning, we also rode the Wizard Express Chairlift up Blackcomb Mountain and skiied down. Here's a picture showing the last bit of the run:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302652780352769746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZbOm-wqDtI/AAAAAAAACZo/VLhco2tzgwM/s320/IMG_7264.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 1445 hrs, just before my last lesson ended, there was a ceremonial ski parade for all the students who were graduating from their 5-day ski camp. We had our faces painted. The boys had rocket hats stuck onto their helmets, and the girls had princess tiaras stuck onto our helmets. We had to ski down an obstable course. I had no problems completing the obstable course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302659107007441746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZbUXPYrK1I/AAAAAAAACZ4/JTgaXxBEupg/s320/IMG_7319.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructor Georgie presented each of us with a report card and a Whistler Ski School water bottle as a parting gift. On my card, Instructor Georgie wrote: "Great work Su Jin! You have tried very hard all week. You are making strong snowplough turns down the mountain and are skiing faster. You were a pleasure to have in my class! Have a safe flight home. Georgie:) " Instructor Georgie told Ah Ma that I was ready for Level Two, when I return to Whistler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302659107219521938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZbUXQLPQZI/AAAAAAAACaA/TasaiTHzbi0/s320/IMG_7321.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302659114661375730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZbUXr5g7vI/AAAAAAAACaI/Xc67jX691DI/s320/IMG_7341.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302661255920612114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZbWUUtf8xI/AAAAAAAACaQ/Pw9_o4ooYWk/s320/IMG_7381.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ski camp has certainly done me and my parents lots of good. I lead a very sheltered life in Singapore, and in many ways, this experience has been life-changing. Aside from learning to ski, the experience has been a tremendous confidence booster for me. For 6 straight days, I looked after myself. I had no problems feeding myself and finishing my lunch on time to join the rest of the class. I had no problems going to the loo on my own. A slope may look steep and daunting at first, but I've learned to overcome my fear by maintaining control over my skis. I leave the camp with the "I Can Do It" spirit, and my parents have no qualms about sending me to ski camp again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also made a new friend in Whistler. Vivian is 3 months older than me, and it was her second time at ski school. Her parents were originally from Shanghai, but Vivian was brought up in Vancouver. She first attended ski school when she was 3 years old, but her mother told Ah Ma that Vivian had refused to learn to ski at that time. She insisted on lying down and eating snow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302636657210356898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZa_8fX89KI/AAAAAAAACYQ/mXM7snIpgxo/s320/IMG_7086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302636659864063346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZa_8pQpTXI/AAAAAAAACYY/4B9ICJhY02M/s320/IMG_7094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our last night in Whistler, we gave Ah Ma a break from cooking and we had dinner at Teppan Village in Whistler Village. The Japanese chefs there juggle when cooking. It was fun watching them. After dinner, Chia Yee treated me to a marshmallow stick from the Chocolate Factory. Lucky me! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302666891354678194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZbbcWVro7I/AAAAAAAACaY/trjrtqlQR7o/s320/IMG_7472.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302666896525693490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZbbcpmjEjI/AAAAAAAACag/vBT6xYyxsdU/s320/IMG_7477.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302666898352108482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZbbcwZ_88I/AAAAAAAACao/pPuS6A5YQiI/s320/IMG_7490.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We checked out of Club Intrawest on 7 February, and caught the 0930 hrs Snowbus back to Vancouver. We arrived in Vancouver just before lunchtime. We checked into the Metropolitan Hotel, then walked over to the food court in Pacific Mall for lunch. A television crew was in the mall conducting interviews for a tv programme and they spoke to Uncle Craig!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302673068917651074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZbhD7jd9oI/AAAAAAAACbA/he7iP4b0ZlI/s320/IMG_7505.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we took a taxi to Stanley Park for some sightseeing. It was a lovely park by the water with lots of cute ducks and totem poles. There was a playground there as well where we spent some time. It was a nice change from being on skis everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302671083295791218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZbfQWiU2HI/AAAAAAAACa4/wnYGmTk1T7M/s320/IMG_2231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302673070968387890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZbhEDMZuTI/AAAAAAAACbI/5ciLKtznFls/s320/IMG_7519.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302673077666920194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZbhEcJdNwI/AAAAAAAACbQ/8bEC1UpXhrM/s320/IMG_7562.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302674032886309074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZbh8CngYNI/AAAAAAAACbc/VMX_11bRAuI/s320/IMG_7643.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day (8 February 2009), we walked through Vancouver's Chinatown, had dim sum lunch at Fu Ta Hai Restaurant, and visited Sun Yat-Sen Park. For dinner, I requested for crab, so we found ourselves back in Kirin Mandarin Restaurant once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302678320115743170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZbl1lyp-cI/AAAAAAAACbk/3OM6_gWuUcM/s320/IMG_7689.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302678334800544354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZbl2cfyQmI/AAAAAAAACbs/B9VRdyWBCkU/s320/IMG_7702.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302678336597958834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZbl2jMUoLI/AAAAAAAACb0/uQEpFE7NIJ0/s320/IMG_7727.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 9 February 2009, we checked out of the Metropolitan Hotel after breakfast, and took a taxi to the airport. Our China Eastern Airlines flight to Shanghai was supposed to depart Vancouver at 1130 hrs, but when we arrived at the airport, we suddenly realised that the flight would only be taking off at 1900 hrs. The airline explained that the 7 1/2 hr delay was due to poor weather enroute from Shanghai to Vancouver. Disappointing news indeed, as I was really looking forward to seeing Su Ann and the rest of my family in Shanghai. They had been waiting for me in Shanghai since 7 February 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To compensate us for the delay, the airline gave us each a CAD10 food voucher for our use at the airport. I suppose it could have been worse... We made our way to the food court, and parked ourselves there. When I was tired, Ah Ma joined 3 chairs together and made me a bed. Ah Gong found a socket where he could plug in his laptop, and I watched movies on his laptop to pass time. Man's best friend is indeed a laptop, and not a dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302684011708024786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZbrA4oAB9I/AAAAAAAACb8/Cm1-84V2NP4/s320/IMG_7853.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our flight to Shanghai finally took off at 1900 hrs. We crossed the international dateline once more, and this time, we lost a day. We arrived in Shanghai at 2350 hrs on 10 February. I was exhausted after the long flight, but I perked up when I realised that I would be seeing the rest of my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave Su Ann to write about the trip to Shanghai, as she arrived in Shanghai before I did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35166276-7055107157106971440?l=adventures-of-jinjin.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventures-of-jinjin.blogspot.com/feeds/7055107157106971440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35166276&amp;postID=7055107157106971440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35166276/posts/default/7055107157106971440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35166276/posts/default/7055107157106971440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventures-of-jinjin.blogspot.com/2009/02/trip-to-whistler-27-jan-to-9-feb-2009.html' title=''/><author><name>jinjin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12197167489045969061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02827223575552294840'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SZY9qYOzn-I/AAAAAAAACUY/4X0Wqg4SxLo/s72-c/P1270029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35166276.post-1118884350854736012</id><published>2009-01-08T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T09:45:55.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SU ANN'S FIRSTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new school year has just started, and I'm now in Kindergarten One. Quite a few of my old classmates are in my K1 class, and Teacher Inah is once again our form teacher. However, my good friend, Gwen, is no longer in my class and I wonder how she is. I do miss her so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Su Ann has started twice-a-week lessons at GUG too, and from what I've heard, she's having a ball of a time. She tried her hand at finger-painting for the first time today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Su Ann's had quite a few firsts lately, including her very first birthday on 10 December 2008. The family celebrated the occasion with a sumptuous buffet dinner at Cafe Brio, Grand Copthorne Waterfront Hotel. The trainee buffet eater chomped on a grand total of one jelly with her 6 lil' milk teeth. Daddy and Mommy bought her a baby doll as her first birthday present. Su Ann picked the gift herself from Toys R Us. The doll was the only thing in the store which made her laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288971974843158130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SWYz_SuFznI/AAAAAAAACPI/Zgss5N_vfGA/s320/081210+2217+049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288973016550417874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SWY077YdJdI/AAAAAAAACPY/yr5IzKP-BTs/s320/081210+1906+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288971441945443026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SWYzgRhX-tI/AAAAAAAACPA/M1Ud1DjUIXQ/s320/081209+2159+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288970553427581010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SWYysjiNWFI/AAAAAAAACO4/whclc9-GTC8/s320/081204+2117+031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Su Ann also had her very first tricycle ride recently. We chanced upon a really nice bike trail along Changi Coast Walk one night, after having nasi lemak at the hawker centre in Changi Village. The entrance to Changi Coast Walk is next to the hawker centre. Daddy rewarded Su Ann with chocolate chip ice-cream for her effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288969878858694594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SWYyFSkc_8I/AAAAAAAACOo/UC0IoMAHlYM/s320/081213+2109+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288970208712760402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SWYyYfXynFI/AAAAAAAACOw/Sj10jsnYODs/s320/081213+2133+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35166276-1118884350854736012?l=adventures-of-jinjin.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventures-of-jinjin.blogspot.com/feeds/1118884350854736012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35166276&amp;postID=1118884350854736012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35166276/posts/default/1118884350854736012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35166276/posts/default/1118884350854736012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventures-of-jinjin.blogspot.com/2009/01/su-anns-firsts-new-school-year-has-just.html' title=''/><author><name>jinjin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12197167489045969061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02827223575552294840'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SWYz_SuFznI/AAAAAAAACPI/Zgss5N_vfGA/s72-c/081210+2217+049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35166276.post-6300876239980106143</id><published>2009-01-06T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T10:08:07.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ZOO, SENTOSA &amp;amp; BIRDPARK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It usually rains cats and dogs in December, but December 2008 had been uncharacteriscally sunny. Perfect weather for outdoor activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One afternoon, Mommy decided to take us to the Singapore Zoo. My last visit was about 3 years ago and I was asleep for most of the trip, so have no recollection of it whatsoever. Su Ann has never been before. We arrived at the Zoo at 1300 hrs, and stayed till 1730 hrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We moved fairly quickly from one enclosure to the next, and managed to cover all the walking trails. I especially enjoyed watching the free-ranging orang utans swinging from branch to branch, the baboons fighting, those super long and fat snakes slithering away in the reptile house, and two giant tortoises kissing. I got to pat a pony and went up close to a kangaroo. The last I saw a roo was during my trip to South Australia in October 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288602776940146754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SWTkNJWpcEI/AAAAAAAACNg/fxdQTSP18oU/s320/081217+1347+023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288606540893949138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SWTnoPLKjNI/AAAAAAAACN4/r1xQpgg8rEA/s320/081217+1433+040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We caught one animal show, but didn't make it any of the animal feeding sessions. I also played a little while at the newly opened children's play area. We would have stayed much longer, had Mommy brought along my swimwear. What a pity that Mommy didn't know that a large water play area had opened up in the Zoo in November 2008! The water play area looked like oodles of fun. Oh well, we will just have to return to the Zoo one day then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288607357032996642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SWToXvh4HyI/AAAAAAAACOA/x6__ea1LOPQ/s320/081217+1524+042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288608348342387538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SWTpRccdA1I/AAAAAAAACOI/728xLWvarOs/s320/081217+1528+046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288608358442122386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SWTpSCEavJI/AAAAAAAACOQ/YXSSP2aetX8/s320/081217+1528+047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thoroughly enjoyed my day out at the Zoo, and Su Ann did too. She was really excited to finally see the animals. Before the trip, she only got to see them on flashcards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week after our visit to the Zoo, Mommy took us to Sentosa Island. We parked ourselves at a shady spot on Siloso Beach, and I dug away happily with my spade. I haven't been on a beach since June 2008, so it was a joyous reunion with all the sand I could play. Su Ann had a good time too! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288443579296351394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SWRTan6nhKI/AAAAAAAACLw/b4PnaO3YXmM/s320/081223+1458+062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288442846596596770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SWRSv-ZYhCI/AAAAAAAACLg/aKsfxoSVV9k/s320/081223+1453+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288442859404714706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SWRSwuHE4tI/AAAAAAAACLo/QAy135xCDZI/s320/081223+1453+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288443586898040530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SWRTbEPAFtI/AAAAAAAACL4/jT35JcXkNEE/s320/081223+1458+067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After playing on the beach, we adjourned to the fountain next to the beach for a splashing good time. I didn't want to leave Sentosa Island, but Mommy promised to take me back again to visit the Dolphin Lagoon &amp;amp; Underwater World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288441817738693618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SWRR0Fmiy_I/AAAAAAAACLQ/Fm--rtIeb44/s320/081223+1550+180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288441831566860002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SWRR05Hb3uI/AAAAAAAACLY/GnTRI1CGHao/s320/081223+1559+253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy kept her promise and we returned to Sentosa Island the following week. This time we took the beach tram to Palawan Beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288460589216324898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SWRi4uzkXSI/AAAAAAAACMg/4rAF2etv57s/s320/081231+1439+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288452698395976386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SWRbtbNZIsI/AAAAAAAACMA/gqKuteP9ym4/s320/081231+1437+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We caught the Dolphin show at Dolphin Lagoon, then proceeded to the Underwater World by bus. Transport on Sentosa Island was free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288459973390176690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SWRiU4rLEbI/AAAAAAAACMQ/hNGCLXKMBWQ/s320/081231+1526+018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Underwater World had two petting pools, one for fishes and a larger one for stingrays. The petting pools were the best bit for us. The fishes liked Su Ann. Whenever she put her hand in the water, they would all swim to her and the rest of us got to touch them. They were really smooth. I was impressed with the giant crabs and luminous jelly fish in the aquarium, more so than the sharks and dugong. A diver dressed as Santa Claus was amongst the fish in the aquarium too. Perhaps he was handing out Christmas pressies to the fishes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288459975856613666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SWRiVB3N6SI/AAAAAAAACMY/Bs9gK10mD90/s320/081231+1608+026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just after the New Year, Mommy took us to Jurong Birdpark. We saw some really brightly coloured birds, like the blue and yellow macaws and the chilli red scarlet ibises. There was a darkened area where nocturnal birds were kept, and we got to see different species of owls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288465413948650050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SWRnRkVZMkI/AAAAAAAACNY/WfNTst2mPUg/s320/090103+1539+124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288462578893148258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SWRksi7fUGI/AAAAAAAACMo/MzL12dWjGrc/s320/090103+1416+040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288463413081517250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SWRldGhfrMI/AAAAAAAACNA/l8uUzxFIA3Y/s320/090103+1541+127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288462583871430546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SWRks1eZ35I/AAAAAAAACMw/2CDLx_rG4y0/s320/090103+1428+064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched two bird shows, the first of which (the Birds &amp;amp; Buddies Show) was highly entertaining. They had trained a parrot to count 1 to 10 in English and Mandarin, and to sing Rasa Sayang, Ke Ren Lai and Happy Birthday. Amazing! The second bird show featured some really big birds like the hawks and vultures. Those birds spooked Mommy when they flew too close to her and brushed their wings against her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288463411195389138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SWRlc_fzpNI/AAAAAAAACM4/hjBHhpQXwHU/s320/090103+1530+117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288464892635737650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SWRmzOStbjI/AAAAAAAACNQ/P2AmG1IotxY/s320/090103+1502+099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288464883183685634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SWRmyrFKkAI/AAAAAAAACNI/RcV3tjtiNPU/s320/090103+1607+176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35166276-6300876239980106143?l=adventures-of-jinjin.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventures-of-jinjin.blogspot.com/feeds/6300876239980106143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35166276&amp;postID=6300876239980106143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35166276/posts/default/6300876239980106143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35166276/posts/default/6300876239980106143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventures-of-jinjin.blogspot.com/2009/01/zoo-sentosa-birdpark-it-usually-rains.html' title=''/><author><name>jinjin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12197167489045969061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02827223575552294840'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SWTkNJWpcEI/AAAAAAAACNg/fxdQTSP18oU/s72-c/081217+1347+023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35166276.post-8528022417890700437</id><published>2009-01-05T16:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T21:16:10.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY DECEMBER 2008 SCHOOL HOLIDAYS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I'll look back at my December 2008 school holidays and think of it as being one of the most carefree times ever. Whilst the world was reeling from a financial meltdown with no recovery in sight, a USD50 billion Ponzi scam by Bernard Madoff, massive job losses, rising global temperatures and sea levels, and war on the Gaza strip, I had no worries at all. No activity sheet to complete, no homework, no lack of playmates; just a whole lot of fun to look forward to each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My good friend, Beverly, came over to play. What was even better was being invited to her house to play. Beverly lives on the top floor of a 4-storey block of apartments. When Mommy and I arrived at her block, Beverly and her younger brother, Winston, yelled my name "Su Jin! Su Jin! Su Jin!" down the stairwell with so much excitement that the neighbours came out to look. Mommy and I were overwhelmed by the warm welcome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beverly gave me a Princess playset, with a sparkling tiara, necklace, earrings and ring. Beverly had her own Princess playset, and both of us pretended to be Princesses that afternoon. Two Princesses went travelling on the Orient Express, with Winston as the railroad engineer. Beverly wanted to go to Australia on the train, whilst I disembarked at Kuala Lumpur. Beverly got off the train to persuade me to get back on again, whilst Winston went steaming on ahead on our pretend train. :) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288226911301693090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SWOOW4vMbqI/AAAAAAAACGo/e9EPxUUvB0E/s320/081210+1446+087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288226920545963298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SWOOXbLMzSI/AAAAAAAACGw/maR-nKpFanM/s320/081210+1524+096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288227683347824802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SWOPD01VgKI/AAAAAAAACG4/4qGKDHRuZew/s320/081210+1548+106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288227694829977058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SWOPEfm5PeI/AAAAAAAACHA/gWlnJ4dM5GI/s320/081210+1607+110.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I can play with Beverly and Winston more often. We had planned to visit the Science Centre together with their cousins during the school holidays, but I had to attend a wedding on the chosen day. Can't wait to see Beverly again when my ballet lessons resume next week! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My good friend, Gwen, also came over to play. Gwen loves my two cats. She's got five herself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288225414643510066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SWOM_xQE6zI/AAAAAAAACGY/TusavHibQT0/s320/081204+1630+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288224491591626050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SWOMKCnW7UI/AAAAAAAACGQ/jCl6fSHBVe8/s320/081204+1629+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fiesty little girl, Gwen's the most up-for-it person I know. We went to the soft play area called Fidgets (&lt;a href="http://www.fidgets.com.sg/"&gt;http://www.fidgets.com.sg/&lt;/a&gt;) in Turf City together, and her infectious energy gave me the courage to try the different playthings there. Gwen took me ice-skating at the temporary rink in Novena Square. We also hung out at the playground in Suntec City with her older brother, Enzo, sliding down the fireman's pole and chasing bubbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288230734424021394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SWOR1a-lmZI/AAAAAAAACHg/3qOEviJdUp8/s320/081211+1459+069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288231071777789154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SWOSJDt_lOI/AAAAAAAACHo/piz8iGz5xaE/s320/081211+1507+092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288229821774175842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SWORATF6HmI/AAAAAAAACHY/DQR2K_SHtqE/s320/081211+1615+138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288231934991200754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SWOS7TcG8fI/AAAAAAAACHw/yPGLTuIZIeM/s320/081211+1705+166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288232974130999602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SWOT3yiV8TI/AAAAAAAACIA/se5rPio5z6U/s320/081211+1705+170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288341555994773154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SWP2oFgBRqI/AAAAAAAACIQ/J_rhEHsR7u8/s320/081220+1457+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288341872949724130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SWP26iP-A-I/AAAAAAAACIY/yj8QmzV1bz4/s320/081220+1456+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to miss Gwen like crazy when school starts. She's been my partner in GUG class for a whole year, but when school starts, she'll be in the afternoon session whilst I remain in the morning session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mommy's younger sister, Chia Yee, and her Aussie-born hubby, Uncle Craig, also came to play. Chia Yee returned to Singapore for a 3-week-long vacation. Chia Yee has been residing in the UK for the last 14 years. One of the highlights of their visit was Uncle Toh Lick's wedding to Aunty Ilka on 22 December. Uncle Toh Lick and Aunty Ilka are also resident in the UK, but Aunty Ilka was originally from Germany. My family has become more and more multi-cultural!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288390867169211298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SWQjeX8Kc6I/AAAAAAAACKA/bajGnFpmfw4/s320/081222+1122+446.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288391630725341762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SWQkK0aIYkI/AAAAAAAACKI/iaTEjl7LoHs/s320/081222+1300+556.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding banquet was held at Raffles Hotel. It's been a while since I last played with my cousins, and it was great seeing all of them again at the banquet. At the end of the banquet, Aunty Ilka gathered all the single ladies together for the bouquet throwing session. I joined in and the bouquet came flying towards me, and landed squarely on my feet! Hello S****l... I've got my eyes on you... *blush*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288397213984322082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SWQpPzqzciI/AAAAAAAACKw/leR0Mhn36p0/s320/081222+1837+103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288394201816044578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SWQmged7FCI/AAAAAAAACKY/s2p9oGWJIhI/s320/081222+1934+189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288400196275773122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SWQr9ZkfnsI/AAAAAAAACK4/NWnUK6vNq6o/s320/081222+1946+210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288394536876646178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SWQmz-qmHyI/AAAAAAAACKg/YOB2r9_pYe0/s320/081222+1950+222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288402786105059090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SWQuUJb6ZxI/AAAAAAAACLA/QY4g-naB2qU/s320/081222+2315+284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days after the wedding, Chia Yee's in-laws from Darwin arrived for a holiday in Singapore. Uncle Craig's older brother, Steven, has 2 kids - Archie (3 years old) and Lara (14 mths old). I met Archie for the first time at dinner at Jumbo Seafood Restaurant and we really hit it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the following afternoon playing at Jacob Ballas' Children's Garden, running across the suspension bridge, getting lost in the maze, digging at the sandpit and squealing at the waterplay area. For once, Su Ann had her own playmate - Lara, who's only 2 mths older than her. They got along really well too!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288412393986326242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SWQ3DZlT_uI/AAAAAAAACLI/jdSVFkjd5tg/s320/081229+2214+037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288343008268114450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SWP38no92hI/AAAAAAAACIg/-juSS-7gjmo/s320/081230+1508+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288343022273815986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SWP39b0L5bI/AAAAAAAACIo/JM7kYvTnWx8/s320/081230+1510+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288344295988563922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SWP5Hkxcj9I/AAAAAAAACJA/XfGD9LzW5uY/s320/081230+1544+033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288343670601054802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SWP4jLBcelI/AAAAAAAACI4/QTABPow4Sj0/s320/081230+1520+019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288344303040331938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SWP5H_CuAKI/AAAAAAAACJI/Zn7hbgo0A5A/s320/081230+1559+041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288344934469081618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SWP5svTEGhI/AAAAAAAACJQ/5ssVc_v_c0g/s320/081230+1601+045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288344938397454002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SWP5s97qTrI/AAAAAAAACJY/O2NMax4zbb0/s320/081230+1615+051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Archie and Lara spent 10 days in Singapore, and they too came over to play at my house. Lara walks with ease, but Su Ann still needs to be supported. Lara is Su Ann's inspiration to walk!    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288348908293774258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SWP9UC8s27I/AAAAAAAACJo/o1Z_MaxShBo/s320/DSC_0046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288350464317902066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SWP-unlwzPI/AAAAAAAACJ4/vxlIgiOubXk/s320/DSC_0012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288348897300535250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SWP9TZ_tV9I/AAAAAAAACJg/Hnvs3_UZhqs/s320/DSC_0045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288350457020791170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SWP-uMZ_uYI/AAAAAAAACJw/CIrCgPcOYlE/s320/DSC_0001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35166276-8528022417890700437?l=adventures-of-jinjin.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventures-of-jinjin.blogspot.com/feeds/8528022417890700437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35166276&amp;postID=8528022417890700437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35166276/posts/default/8528022417890700437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35166276/posts/default/8528022417890700437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventures-of-jinjin.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-december-2008-school-holidays-one.html' title=''/><author><name>jinjin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12197167489045969061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02827223575552294840'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SWOOW4vMbqI/AAAAAAAACGo/e9EPxUUvB0E/s72-c/081210+1446+087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35166276.post-9084636551332983928</id><published>2009-01-05T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T16:21:29.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;FIELD TRIP TO PASIR RIS KIDS' KAMPONG (3 DECEMBER 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nearing our year-end school break, and GUG had organized a final field trip for us to visit Pasir Ris Kids' Kampong (&lt;a href="http://www.prkidskampong.com/"&gt;http://www.prkidskampong.com/&lt;/a&gt;) on 3 December. The field trip was full of new experiences for me, and I enjoyed every minute of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My classmate, Yong Shing, was my partner for the trip. Gwen was absent from school that day. We were taken by coach to the farm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the farm, we were shown white mice, a grey rabbit and ducks. We were given pellets to feed the kois, and we tried our hand at "longkang fishing". I caught a grand total of one guppy, and Yong Shing's mom helped me scoop up a whole bunch more. My catch was placed in a plastic bag of water and handed to me as a parting gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287852916140929506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SWI6NgMX8eI/AAAAAAAACFQ/Sy6uc5TMUGg/s320/081203+1123+059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287852302583082722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SWI5pygyLuI/AAAAAAAACFI/PIpWZZ32mZ4/s320/081203+1113+052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287852931941862226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SWI6ObDnC1I/AAAAAAAACFY/S-nP0eWU6Ow/s320/081203+1128+063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287852945478349650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SWI6PNe9c1I/AAAAAAAACFg/lTmErEzL0Q4/s320/081203+1205+075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287853319491605330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SWI6k-yq01I/AAAAAAAACFo/TwFD1TUl9w8/s320/081203+1217+082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287852291908407538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SWI5pKvvkPI/AAAAAAAACFA/Nx4-iDyQSRs/s320/081203+1036+044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287852287840886898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SWI5o7l-IHI/AAAAAAAACE4/irIXG73B3P0/s320/081203+1031+034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287853328135589938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SWI6le_jkDI/AAAAAAAACFw/r4folb6qLXQ/s320/081203+1243+091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy was a little shocked to see me return home with a bag filled with fishes. We didn't have a tank, pump and the works at home, and were unprepared to adopt the fishes. Ah Gong wanted me to keep the fishes to learn about the life cycle of fishes, but Mommy thought it was a better idea to release them into a freshwater pond. The thought of imprisoning fishes in the narrow confines of a tank has always irked Mommy, so she got Daddy to take them to a pond. I got to keep my pets for a whole hour, before kissing them goodbye. Hope they're doing ok wherever they may be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35166276-9084636551332983928?l=adventures-of-jinjin.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventures-of-jinjin.blogspot.com/feeds/9084636551332983928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35166276&amp;postID=9084636551332983928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35166276/posts/default/9084636551332983928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35166276/posts/default/9084636551332983928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventures-of-jinjin.blogspot.com/2009/01/field-trip-to-pasir-ris-kids-kampong-3.html' title=''/><author><name>jinjin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12197167489045969061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02827223575552294840'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SWI6NgMX8eI/AAAAAAAACFQ/Sy6uc5TMUGg/s72-c/081203+1123+059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35166276.post-6759004099481862263</id><published>2008-12-13T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T08:10:30.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TURNING FOUR (2, 5 &amp;amp; 6 DECEMBER 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy asked how I'd like to celebrate my birthday this year, and I chose to celebrate it with my GUG classmates, just like last year. Mommy took me to Coffee Bean and I picked out my own cake - Candy Heaven, a white chocolate and raspberry cake laced with heaps of candies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286563199448474098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SV2lOHHHYfI/AAAAAAAACEY/12oWavZZM40/s320/081202+1137+JinJin04Birthday_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 2 December, 4 days before I actually turned 4, I had my birthday party in class. Su Ann attended the party as well, and it was like "Show &amp;amp; Tell" with my baby sister as the centrepiece. Everyone crowded round to pat her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286563185612315890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SV2lNTkUXPI/AAAAAAAACEQ/6E5EIrbUj_s/s320/081202+1134+JinJin04Birthday_09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286566549659600482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SV2oRHnsRmI/AAAAAAAACEo/yHb_InjkCSI/s320/081202+1156+JinJin04Birthday_05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286566556853523090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SV2oRia20pI/AAAAAAAACEw/oGAIbHW1f4s/s320/081202+1157+JinJin04Birthday_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286563208216386386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SV2lOnxjG1I/AAAAAAAACEg/v_z_j7Kzj_4/s320/081202+1153+JinJin04Birthday_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 6 December (my birthday), Grandpa Eddy and Grandma Nancy bought me dinner at Safra Sea Sports Centre (great playground they have there!), a strawberry shortcake from Bakerzinn and some new outfits. Daddy and Mommy bought me a new dressing table playset. Ah Gong and Ah Ma had other engagements on 6 December, so they took me out for an a-la-carte buffet dinner at Raffles Marina a night earlier. As usual, we stuffed ourselves silly there.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35166276-6759004099481862263?l=adventures-of-jinjin.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventures-of-jinjin.blogspot.com/feeds/6759004099481862263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35166276&amp;postID=6759004099481862263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35166276/posts/default/6759004099481862263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35166276/posts/default/6759004099481862263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventures-of-jinjin.blogspot.com/2008/12/turning-four-2-5-6-december-2008-mommy.html' title=''/><author><name>jinjin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12197167489045969061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02827223575552294840'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SV2lOHHHYfI/AAAAAAAACEY/12oWavZZM40/s72-c/081202+1137+JinJin04Birthday_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35166276.post-7946925974834470992</id><published>2008-12-03T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T23:39:12.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SWIMMING WITH ALEXIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Alexis, who's in my swim class, I can now jump into the pool and move around in the water with confidence. Ah Gong doesn't accompany me into the pool anymore. Alexis is a year older and she's a stronger swimmer than me. She's always full of encouragement for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279477222030727522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SUR4j8LoWWI/AAAAAAAACDo/_uwhiBHz38c/s320/081128+1049+275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279477812402435922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SUR5GTfNt1I/AAAAAAAACDw/lRM3ppSGUC8/s320/081128+1048+257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279521593684631522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SUSg6teTn-I/AAAAAAAACD4/2zFNqQGD6Ho/s320/081128+1048+258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279521597837661714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SUSg688d1hI/AAAAAAAACEA/mBx2CYiJPQw/s320/081128+1048+259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a joy attending swim class with Alexis and hanging out with her and her younger sister, Alicia, at the playground after class. Mommy says that I'm on the waitlist for a swim class next term, and even if I get a slot, I may not be in the same class as Alexis anymore. Oh dear! What am I going to do without my pillar of strength?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279476752161292050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SUR4IlyBvxI/AAAAAAAACDg/MAqKWxdOhjo/s320/081128+1141+382a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279475769983958130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SUR3Pa4s_HI/AAAAAAAACDQ/Lx1_mGjY4xs/s320/081128+1148+391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279476215569132690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SUR3pW0fLJI/AAAAAAAACDY/gfJPaBbhNbU/s320/081128+1149+404.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35166276-7946925974834470992?l=adventures-of-jinjin.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventures-of-jinjin.blogspot.com/feeds/7946925974834470992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35166276&amp;postID=7946925974834470992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35166276/posts/default/7946925974834470992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35166276/posts/default/7946925974834470992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventures-of-jinjin.blogspot.com/2008/12/swimming-with-alexis-thanks-to-alexis.html' title=''/><author><name>jinjin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12197167489045969061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02827223575552294840'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SUR4j8LoWWI/AAAAAAAACDo/_uwhiBHz38c/s72-c/081128+1049+275.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35166276.post-5189751494640334131</id><published>2008-11-26T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T08:20:46.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAYTRIP TO SUNGEI RENGIT (26 NOVEMBER 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Whilst researching on Kukup, Mommy discovered another popular destination for Singaporeans in search of fresh and cheap seafood - Sungei Rengit. So off we went to Malaysia again last Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sungei Rengit is about 30 km away from the beach resort of Desaru, where I've visited several times before. Mommy promised to take me to the beach after the adults had their fill of lobsters. We left the house at 1030 hrs, and arrived at Sungei Rengit at about 1330 hrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much like Kukup, this rural, seaside town was tiny. We made a quick loop around the town in search of Good Luck Seafood Restaurant, which had received good reviews online. Whilst making the loop, we came across Sungei Rengit's fire station and its stable of ancient fire engines. Reminded me of those we saw in the museum at Central Fire Station in Singapore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275594356334745346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/STatHaRjVwI/AAAAAAAACCg/1WogB-tmw_w/s320/081126+1316+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;We found Good Luck Seafood Restaurant along a quiet lane, devoid of customers. We debated on whether to try a different restaurant instead (Jade Garden Seafood Restaurant looked more appealing), but decided to stick to our original plan in the end. Daddy ordered two steamed lobsters topped with a generous portion of chopped garlic, one butter lobster, one assam fish, one oyster omelette, a plate of sambal kangkong, and a plate of bitter gourd with pork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275594374384543666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/STatIdg9Z7I/AAAAAAAACC4/6eNlxPXt-CQ/s320/081126+1350+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275594755827598002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/STateqgEgrI/AAAAAAAACDA/yweLnbNmNtA/s320/081126+1352+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275594764011201650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/STatfI_MZHI/AAAAAAAACDI/Md3X5KOO8YM/s320/081126+1350+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275594364697611650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/STatH5bajYI/AAAAAAAACCo/HjdkDD-Bklg/s320/081126+1345+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275594366960285682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/STatIB24N_I/AAAAAAAACCw/yQMM8DD-GIg/s320/081126+1345+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The bill, including steamed rice and drinks, came up to RM254.60 (about S$110.00). The adults enjoyed the meal, but I didn't. I couldn't wait to get it over and done with so I could go to the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately after lunch, we hopped back into our car and drove towards Desaru. We passed a big sign screaming "Ostrich Farm". Daddy turned into the farm and found out from the farmer that there were 300 ostriches on the farm, and there was a RM10 charge per adult for a tour of the farm, which included ostrich egg tasting. Grandpa Eddy said he'd rather spend the money on another lobster instead. Spoken like a true foodie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as Daddy got back into the car, big, fat raindrops started coming down. Daddy tried to drive as quickly as possible towards Desaru, but we couldn't "outrace" the thunderstorm. It was one of the heaviest thunderstorms I'd ever witnessed, and it washed away all hopes of playing at the beach. What a disappointment! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy then suggested that we catch the ferry back to Singapore from Tanjung Belungkor. Years ago, Daddy and Mommy had caught a ferry from there and they had seen cars being driven onboard the ferry to be taken across to Singapore. Daddy thought it was a good idea. He'd do anything to avoid being stuck in jam at the causeway. So we drove 30 km to Tanjung Belungkor. Turned out to be a poor decision after all. We missed the ferry...... by 10 years! Yeah, the ferry service which took cars onboard was terminated about 10 years ago. Double disappointment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left Tanjung Belungkor at 163o hrs. We didn't want to be stuck in rush hour traffic in Johor Bahru like last week, so we decided to drive across the state to use the Second Link instead. It was a longer drive from Desaru and toll had to be paid, but boy were we glad that there was absolutely no jam at the Johor customs! We were congratulating ourselves as we drove across the causeway when we saw the pileup on the Singapore side. Three letdowns in a row!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuas Checkpoint is a large facility with Block A1 and Block A2 dedicated to cars and motorbikes. Buses, lorries and other vehicles have to proceed to other blocks to clear customs. Tuas Checkpoint is well-equipped to provide clearance in an efficient way, but the Immigration &amp;amp; Checkpoints Authority decided to shut down Block A1 as well as half of the booths in Block A2, leaving only 7 lanes passable to cars. We were stuck in a jam for 1.5 hrs as a result. Such a shame that something like that be allowed to happen! Surely, the Immigration &amp;amp; Checkpoints Authority should know by now when peak and off-peak periods are and utilise their resources accordingly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally made it into Singapore at 2000 hrs, and had a simply divine dinner at Raffles Marina, where Ah Gong, Ah Ma and Sri Che Che had been waiting patiently for us.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35166276-5189751494640334131?l=adventures-of-jinjin.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventures-of-jinjin.blogspot.com/feeds/5189751494640334131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35166276&amp;postID=5189751494640334131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35166276/posts/default/5189751494640334131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35166276/posts/default/5189751494640334131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventures-of-jinjin.blogspot.com/2008/11/daytrip-to-sungei-rengit-26-november.html' title=''/><author><name>jinjin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12197167489045969061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02827223575552294840'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/STatHaRjVwI/AAAAAAAACCg/1WogB-tmw_w/s72-c/081126+1316+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35166276.post-785301692889617574</id><published>2008-11-19T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T01:15:34.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAYTRIP TO THE FISHING VILLAGE OF KUKUP (19 NOVEMBER 2008)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kukup is a rural fishing village located about 40 km southwest of Johor Bahru, Malaysia. No one in my immediate family had ever visited Kukup, and since I didn't have classes today, Mommy decided to organize a family outing to Kukup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started our drive to Kukup at 1030 hrs. Grandpa Eddy, Grandma Nancy, Ah Gong, Daddy, Mommy, Ning Che Che, and Su Ann were in the car with me. Ah Ma was at work, so she couldn't join us on this adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took the Tuas Second Link to get across to Malaysia, then exited at Gelang Petah. We drove through Pekan Nanas. "Nanas" means pineapple in Bahasa Melayu and we saw many roadside stalls selling pineapples and other fruits in this area. Pineapples are probably grown in this area, though we didn't see any pineapple plantations. Oil palm plantations were aplenty though. We then travelled along Highway 5 and Highway 95 to get to Kukup at 1245 hrs. Daddy had driven at a leisurely pace, and we had made a toilet stop at a petrol kiosk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kukup is a one-street village with a handful of seafood restaurants, provision stores and a bunch of houses on stilts. We drove to the end of the street, then turned right into the carpark of High King Seafood Restaurant. Mommy had read online reviews that the food there was delicious, and that the restaurant organized guided tours to a "kelong" (fish farm on stilts in the sea) for RM5 per person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270642507329007970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SSUVb3NrcWI/AAAAAAAACBw/sVyVvfFEalc/s320/DSC_0297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The online reviews didn't warn us that the restaurant was also the capital of houseflies though! The restaurant sat on stilts above the sea. The restaurant was laid out in such a way that customers had to walk past its food preparation area to get to the dining area. Women were shelling prawns in the food preparation area, and we could see swarms of houseflies buzzing around and covering the raw food and food preparation area in jet black dots. The flies were also busy attacking the uncleared tables in the dining area. We had all been very excited about a seafood lunch, but were suddenly not hungry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since having seafood was a quintessential part of any trip to Kukup, we forced ourselves to put aside the fear of cholera, selected the cleanest-looking table and sat down to study the menu. Mommy ordered butter lobster, steamed live prawns, crispy baby squid, sambal mussels, sambal kangkong, mee goreng and fried rice. Total bill (including drinks): RM134 (about S$60.00). Verdict: The food was tasty, but once is enough. Not worth the risk of food poisoning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270639098293236146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SSUSVbkNsbI/AAAAAAAACA4/sbeNyIV32e4/s320/DSC_0095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270637542206981522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SSUQ62sVxZI/AAAAAAAACAY/IIQIKWL3wto/s320/DSC_0071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270637549379974674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SSUQ7Rag9hI/AAAAAAAACAo/JvJSINNKHXA/s320/DSC_0084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270637546073847538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SSUQ7FGRdvI/AAAAAAAACAg/89SklxKRFe8/s320/DSC_0073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270636282217715474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SSUPxg3fVxI/AAAAAAAACAI/nXxQKvdYJys/s320/DSC_0068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270637535026324610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SSUQ6b8VpII/AAAAAAAACAQ/nESowcJMJ4E/s320/DSC_0070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270639094473185058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SSUSVNVcVyI/AAAAAAAACAw/3QHAX3YpoTo/s320/DSC_0091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we watched the local fishermen load their wooden boats with bait and fish feed. Grandma Nancy bought tickets for us to go on the guided tour of the kelong. We were taken by boat to a kelong a short distance away from the restaurant. A little boy was our guide and he showed us round his kelong with great enthusiasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270636276859475186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SSUPxM5_FPI/AAAAAAAACAA/PX6pIVo0PPk/s320/DSC_0171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270636266080018162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SSUPwkv9nvI/AAAAAAAAB_4/ovmBz16QUvQ/s320/DSC_0175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270644595326544962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SSUXVZnFbEI/AAAAAAAACCQ/KiolRI0uJlo/s320/081119+1417+P+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270639102627850050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SSUSVrtqp0I/AAAAAAAACBA/gQzA_UDLtYA/s320/DSC_0210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, he introduced us to his school of spitting fish. After he placed small pieces of bread along the edge of a pool, the fish took aim at the bread by spitting water at the bread. They would then gobble up the pieces of bread which fell into the pool. Bravo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270640662251422194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SSUTwdw5wfI/AAAAAAAACBQ/0Fvo8TK-ilY/s320/DSC_0231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, the little boy showed us a king crab. Daddy said that king crabs have blue blood, and that scientists were studying the use of their blood for medicinal purposes. I didn't know that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270644587257756962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SSUXU7jVfSI/AAAAAAAACCI/uA3RBDq88eM/s320/081119+1428+P+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy then hauled up a nurse shark from a pool and asked us to feel the rough texture of its skin. He also handed Daddy a yellowish seahorse, and Daddy let me hold it for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270644583185670578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SSUXUsYeYbI/AAAAAAAACCA/hx9Mt63AswI/s320/081119+1429+P+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270640658185289746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SSUTwOndgBI/AAAAAAAACBI/Pca8na9jK4o/s320/DSC_0224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grandma Nancy bought some fish maw from the kelong, before all of us crossed the rickety planks to get back to the boat. The tour was about 30 mins long, and we were back at the restaurant by 1500 hrs. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270640675510632786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SSUTxPKJQVI/AAAAAAAACBg/6l0RKnYM-VM/s320/DSC_0240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270640667000799234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SSUTwvdPgAI/AAAAAAAACBY/ByISTTR6Sw8/s320/DSC_0238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270642499231221794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SSUVbZDBCCI/AAAAAAAACBo/ZuPhryxE-4Q/s320/DSC_0253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opposite the restaurant, a narrow alley led us to a maze of houses on stilts. According to our boatman, these houses accommodate Kukup's 2,000-strong population, most of whom were ethnic Chinese from the Hokkien dialect group. Some of the houses were also rented out as holiday homes. We walked past a lady selling wanton noodles. The way she mixed the noodles with the chilli and other sauces made Grandpa Eddy and Daddy salivate. They were so engrossed they seemed oblivious to the ever-present flies. They wanted a bowl of noodles when we were done exploring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found a Taoist temple at the end of one of the narrow passageways, and Grandma Nancy lit some incense there. After that, we re-traced our footsteps back to the noodle seller. Enroute, we spotted the FLOATERS in the water. No, not dead bodies in the water, but faeces. Yes, we're perfectly aware that human waste commonly goes straight into the sea at kelongs, but the thought of an entire community of 2,000 peeing and defecating into the very sea where our seafood lunch was just fished out of was just REVOLTING. We could feel our lunch rise up our throats. We hurried past the floaters. Any thought of tucking in a bowl of wanton noodles evaporated that very second as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270631317477020562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SSULQhxEU5I/AAAAAAAAB_w/v5iPoGiZBJo/s320/DSC_0305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270631302854937602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SSULPrS5DAI/AAAAAAAAB_o/TUobrvYFF1Y/s320/DSC_0332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270631270875226050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SSULN0KVX8I/AAAAAAAAB_g/lepyzJ2iHvc/s320/DSC_0339.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270631269485152738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SSULNu-6ieI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/YIX9lUth-Lc/s320/DSC_0350.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left Kukup at 1545 hrs. The plan was to head back to Tuas Second Link, but we missed the turnoff because of dubious signage and ended up in Johor Bahru. A huge mistake because the pile-up at the checkpoint was so bad we ended up being stuck in the jam for 2 hours. Fortunately, Su Ann didn't cry her eyes out in the car. Ning Che Che and Ah Gong entertained her with a bag of toys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270644600267336194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SSUXVsBD6gI/AAAAAAAACCY/KXKHZRHsFG8/s320/081119+1201+P+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was already past 1900 hrs by the time we cleared the Woodlands Checkpoint. We updated Ah Ma on the day's activities. Kukup is so close to Singapore, yet a world apart. It made a very interesting day out from highly sanitised Singapore. For those who haven't been, go, go, go! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35166276-785301692889617574?l=adventures-of-jinjin.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventures-of-jinjin.blogspot.com/feeds/785301692889617574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35166276&amp;postID=785301692889617574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35166276/posts/default/785301692889617574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35166276/posts/default/785301692889617574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventures-of-jinjin.blogspot.com/2008/11/daytrip-to-fishing-village-of-kukup-19.html' title=''/><author><name>jinjin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12197167489045969061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02827223575552294840'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SSUVb3NrcWI/AAAAAAAACBw/sVyVvfFEalc/s72-c/DSC_0297.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35166276.post-5895037397274231541</id><published>2008-11-14T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T11:12:34.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;MY VERY FIRST PERFORMANCE (13 NOVEMBER 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of my very first performance - The Coconut Dance at the GUG Concert &amp;amp; Graduation Party 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268571886244299266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SR26N2kzggI/AAAAAAAAB9w/GJ_dJPRNN7A/s320/GUG+Concert+081113+1853+_6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268571891849248098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SR26OLdIPWI/AAAAAAAAB94/oY_x6hZHQwM/s320/GUG+Concert+081113+1854+_12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268571897887066770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SR26Oh8qCpI/AAAAAAAAB-A/wjaM7KAz5CY/s320/GUG+Concert+081113+1854+_28.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268571902116407538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SR26OxtAqPI/AAAAAAAAB-I/u10ltilaQvA/s320/GUG+Concert+081113+1854+_31.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268571910889610674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SR26PSYtHbI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/93JpPB-EixY/s320/GUG+Concert+081113+1854+_35.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268577401127214850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SR2_O3HWnwI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/VEh8zxNwq70/s320/GUG+Concert+081113+1855+_17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268577407367226386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SR2_POXFpBI/AAAAAAAAB-g/OyJ3U_Hki1Y/s320/GUG+Concert+081113+1855+_29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268577410843387138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SR2_PbT3pQI/AAAAAAAAB-o/YgOtn00TM8Y/s320/GUG+Concert+081113+1856+_09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My classmates and I had practised long and hard, and we put up an entertaining show. Everything went according to plan till right after our performance when I spotted Daddy taking pictures near the stage. I ran towards him, and my female classmates followed suit. Haha! Soon, we were chasing each other on the stage and treating it like our personal playground. Hahaha! We were laughing, squealing and having so much fun when a teacher halted our play and cleared us off the stage, so the next performance could commence. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268577415361709234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SR2_PsJHxLI/AAAAAAAAB-w/u-82sCOPjj0/s320/GUG+Concert+081113+1856+_45.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268589792643403922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SR3KgJHCUJI/AAAAAAAAB-4/euUZjm8dL3A/s320/GUG+Concert+081113+1947+_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268589806243876818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SR3Kg7xpD9I/AAAAAAAAB_A/9hlesSAXzuA/s320/GUG+Concert+081113+1948+_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Gong, Daddy and Mommy paid S$105.00 in total to watch me perform. Dinner was included in the price of the ticket as well. Ah Ma was at work and Su Ann stayed home, so both missed the show. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268591942029679074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SR3MdQMqGeI/AAAAAAAAB_I/3HVbmhJn-bE/s320/GUG+Concert+081113+1959+_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268591953244694050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SR3Md5-hpiI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/I5YoWZGGzHc/s320/GUG+Concert+081113+2104+_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35166276-5895037397274231541?l=adventures-of-jinjin.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventures-of-jinjin.blogspot.com/feeds/5895037397274231541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35166276&amp;postID=5895037397274231541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35166276/posts/default/5895037397274231541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35166276/posts/default/5895037397274231541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventures-of-jinjin.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-very-first-performance-13-november.html' title=''/><author><name>jinjin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12197167489045969061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02827223575552294840'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SR26N2kzggI/AAAAAAAAB9w/GJ_dJPRNN7A/s72-c/GUG+Concert+081113+1853+_6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35166276.post-8946605759736840093</id><published>2008-10-29T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T09:41:41.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TRIP TO SHENZHEN (28 OCT TO 2 NOV 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;28 OCTOBER 2008 (TUESDAY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1700 hrs: We were off to the airport to catch our flight to Shenzhen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1705 hrs: Five minutes after we pulled out of the driveway, Ah Gong muttered: "Where's my wallet?" Daddy pulled to the side of the road for Ah Gong to look for his wallet. It seemed no trip of ours could be complete without someone forgetting something! The wallet was not on Ah Gong, so we had to drive back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1715 hrs: Ah Gong dashed back into the car with his wallet, chased by Ah Ma's rapid fire nags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1735 hrs: We were at the Budget Terminal to check in for Tiger Airways flight TR952. There were queues in front of the check-in counters. No chance of an empty flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy stood in line with our passports, whilst the rest of us went off to get food from Hans. There were 8 of us on this trip - Ah Gong, Ah Ma, Laoyi (Ah Ma's older sister), Daddy, Mommy, Sri Che Che, Su Ann and yours truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1800 hrs: All checked in, we enjoyed our dinner at Hans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1845 hrs: Boarding had commenced, so we made our way to the Gate. Most passengers were already there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264702040048047938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SQ_6nKFWl0I/AAAAAAAAB7Y/b9gNs0TJlks/s320/081028+1856+729.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1915 hrs: Flight TR952 took off on time. I shared a row of seats with Ah Ma and Laoyi, who had to endure my countless "Are we there yet?". Su Ann shared a row of seats with Daddy, Mommy and Sri Che Che, and they had to put up with a struggling and screaming Su Ann. She still loathes plane rides. Ah Gong sat with strangers, and he had an interesting time chatting with one of them for 4 whole hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264702041731354898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SQ_6nQWr0RI/AAAAAAAAB7g/1dLBxmbpdKE/s320/081028+2000+734.JPG" border="0" /&gt;2315 hrs: We were finally here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2345 hrs: Within half an hour of landing, we had cleared customs and collected our bags. We hopped into 2 taxis and headed for our hotel, the brand new Holiday Inn Express Luohu (&lt;a href="http://www.hiexpress.com/"&gt;http://www.hiexpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0020 hrs: Our taxi driver drove like a maniac down the expressway, weaving in and out of traffic at high speed. He went so fast we were way ahead of the second taxi which carried Ah Gong, Ah Ma, Sri Che Che and Su Ann. Though he endangered our lives, he was at least honest. Ah Ma's driver ripped her off by giving her fake notes for change. She only learnt that they were fakes when she tried to pay for something at a store later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once at the hotel, I rested on the sofa in the lobby, whilst Mommy checked us all in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;0045 hrs: We were given Rooms 1906, 1907 and 1908. The rooms were on the 19th floor. Ah Gong and Ah Ma shared Room 1906. Laoyi, Sri Che Che and I shared Room 1907. Daddy, Mommy and Su Ann took Room 1908.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all very pleased with our choice of hotel. Each room had a queen-sized double bed, a sofa bed, flat-screen tv, a bathroom with an ingenious door, rainforest showerhead, comfortable bedding and plush thick carpet. The only thing the room lacked was a mini-fridge (which was actually advertised in their site), so we had to keep asking for ice to keep breastmilk and juice for Su Ann cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hotel was newly opened, and was running an opening promotion. For under S$75.00 per night for a room, buffet breakfast and wifi were thrown in as well. We couldn't have asked for a better deal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264702048212975954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SQ_6nogBgVI/AAAAAAAAB7o/e5JyuS4oNwU/s320/081029+0038+280486.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0130 hrs: Su Ann and I went to bed, whilst Daddy went out to scout for late night supper options nearby. He later returned with a packet of fried beehoon and a packet of fried horfun, with so much chilli they re-wrote the meaning of spicy! Daddy said it was one of the best fried horfun he had ever tasted. He was a happy boy as the streetside vendor's cart was just parked round the corner from the hotel and the food cost just S$1.00 (RMB5) per packet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;29 OCTOBER 2008 (WEDNESDAY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0900 hrs: Good morning Shenzhen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were ready for the buffet breakfast in the Great Room Cafe on Level 2 of the hotel. Mommy had been forewarned by internet reviews on the hotel that the spread wasn't much to shout about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With our expectations lowered, we were pleasantly surprised by what was laid out. There was a something for both the Asian and Western palates. The Asian corner had congee, steamed dim sum, fried rice, fried noodles, stir-fried vegetables, and soybean milk with fried dough fritters. The Western corner had toast, cereal with milk, yogurt and fruits, juice, fried eggs, sausages, baked beans and potatoes. All free! This hotel was excellent value indeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1100 hrs: We were ready for our adventures in Shenzhen. We bought a tourist map from the hotel, got our bearings from the receptionist and headed out the door towards Dongmen ("East Gate" in Chinese) also known as Laojie ("Old Street" in Chinese), Shenzhen's 300-year-old shopping district.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264689880497121794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SQ_vjYOf6gI/AAAAAAAAB44/dKmIH4o4_aY/s320/081029+1105+744.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1130 hrs: It was a 30-min walk to Laojie. Crossing roads in Shenzhen was stressful. Motorists don't give way to pedestrians. We had to fight to cross the road, even when the man was green and at zebra crossings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We wandered round the pedestrianised streets, checking out the numerous clothing and shoe stores. There weren't many shoppers on a Wednesday. Most locals were either sitting or standing around slurping up bowls of piping hot and spicy noodles. We also noticed many people buying food from a stall selling a wide selection of snacks, including deep-fried swallows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264689887436228034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SQ_vjyE6RcI/AAAAAAAAB5A/xYQLRycRHfc/s320/081029+1137+756.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1300 hrs: The shopping wasn't very exciting in Laojie. It reminded Mommy of a glorified Toa Payoh. We decided to move on to Luohu Commercial City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264689892618045266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SQ_vkFYWh1I/AAAAAAAAB5I/D8RKZFibLlE/s320/081029+1200+783.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whilst walking there, we saw a family of 3 crossing the road. From the way they looked and dressed, one could tell that they were from the countryside, probably from a cooler region in China. The baby strapped to the mother was bundled up in thick clothes, and both parents wore long-sleeved shirts and pants. It was 31 degrees celcius in Shenzhen that day. They looked very lost in the city, and yet they were toting Louis Vuitton bags!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shenzhen... the capital of fakes, and we were headed straight for the pulse of this multi-billion dollar imitation products industry - Luohu Commercial City. This 5-storey shopping centre is directly across the border from Hong Kong, and many day-trippers from Hong Kong don't venture further than this shopping centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1415 hrs: It took us a while to walk to Luohu Commercial City, as we'd to make 2 detours. First, to a bank for Ah Gong to sort something out. Second, to Shangri-La Hotel to use the washroom. Ok, this sounds bad, like we're freeloaders or something. Truth is it was our initial plan to have dim sum at Shang Palace in Shangri-La Hotel, but when we got there it was closed for renovations! Mommy had read good reviews about their RMB88 nett (about S$18.00) dim sum buffet lunch and was sorely disappointed when we learnt that it was closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The toilet in Shangri-La was on the 3rd floor, where the function rooms were. One of the function rooms was in use by a super large group of elderly ladies. Mommy heard them speak the Teochew dialect, and guessed that they must be from the Shantou area in Guangdong Province. Just as we were entering the toilet, a large group of them came in as well. As expected, it was absolute chaos in the toilet. No sense of lining up at all. One lady even spat on the floor! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since Shang Palace was closed, Mommy suggested that we have lunch at Laurel Restaurant on the 5th floor of Luohu Commercial City instead. That restaurant also had rave reviews online, and they had branches all over Shenzhen. In keeping with their reputation, there was a long queue at Laurel Restaurant when we got there. We were all famished from all that walking, so we decided to go to a random restaurant opposite which had seats instead. The restaurant was called "Xiao Tao Yuan Restaurant" (meaning "Little Paradise").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264692804849723154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SQ_yNmSfZxI/AAAAAAAAB6A/_pSjisN5HrM/s320/081029+1526+813.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1430 hrs: We had Peking Duck, "Jiaoyuan" fish (yes, the one seasoned with salt and chilli), deep-fried fishballs (not the kind we have in Singapore), deep-fried turnip, salt-baked chicken, corn stir-fried with cashews, walnuts and lily buds, long beans, chicken congee, boiled milk with ginger, black glutinous rice with coconut cream and boiled soya milk. All for about S$40.00. The fish was very fishy, but other than that, it was good value!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264692783097577218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SQ_yMVQX_wI/AAAAAAAAB5g/bBhAl_ckb2k/s320/081029+1405+280505.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264689896418566562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SQ_vkTid4aI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/CSDI4WIl3qk/s320/081029+1404+280502.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264692792361016306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SQ_yM3w82_I/AAAAAAAAB5w/hJvuexeplLI/s320/081029+1412+280508.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264692799863278674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SQ_yNTtoTFI/AAAAAAAAB54/semv1n8ow54/s320/081029+1430+807.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264689908148757730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SQ_vk_PKZOI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/wLSL_1HpBIQ/s320/081029+1405+280504.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264692786545936386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SQ_yMiGhyAI/AAAAAAAAB5o/6yV4V1fe5GE/s320/081029+1406+280506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1530 hrs: Time to hit the shops after our meal. We started from the 5th floor and worked downwards. We saw floor after floor of fake branded products in that shopping centre. Most stores sold clothing, handbags, shoes, watches or electronics. A few sold artwork (copies of masterpieces), medicinal products, toys, etc. Ah Ma bought 2 pairs of fleeced-line pants for me, to keep me warm for my upcoming trip to Whistler. They cost a total of RMB100 (about S$20.00). They probably cost too much, but we were too tired to bargain hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1730 hrs: We walked around for 2 hours before calling it quits. We took a taxi back to the hotel for about RMB15 (about S$3.00), so Mommy could replenish Su Ann's milk supply, and Su Ann and I could get washed up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264696129552378434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SQ_1PHxX6kI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/N5S92PQzVfM/s320/081029+1642+826.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1915 hrs: Time to head out again. One of Shenzhen's largest malls, MixC, was within walking distance from our hotel. We decided to head to its food court for dinner, and check out its shops. Enroute, we passed Shenzhen's tallest building - Shun Hing Square, also known as Diwang Building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1945 hrs: MixC was similar to Suria at KLCC. All the branded fashion houses were represented there. The mall had an indoor ice-skating rink, and we stopped to watch some small kids perform. Some were 4 years old, and they could ice-skate so well! I wish I could do the same, but I don't even think the very pathetic rink we have in Singapore (does it still exist?) would have skates my size... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264697969292600978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SQ_26NVn5pI/AAAAAAAAB6w/RX9Nfv3r5rk/s320/081029+2149+913.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264697989768691154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SQ_27ZngPdI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/EkgnD3GTCss/s320/081029+1945+879.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264697972027884018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SQ_26XhxAfI/AAAAAAAAB64/Jp-Z2lf4a1A/s320/081029+2105+902.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2000 hrs: We found the food court, one of those which used the cashcard system. The selection of food stalls was rather limited though. Not exactly recommended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264697976155047506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SQ_26m5whlI/AAAAAAAAB7A/4GZBneBTlX4/s320/081029+2104+899.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264697979874917922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SQ_260wpPiI/AAAAAAAAB7I/ssvmuwAk91M/s320/081029+2023+280525.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264696152211491890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SQ_1QcLujDI/AAAAAAAAB6o/MLeoFvaRRgU/s320/081029+1714+852.JPG" border="0" /&gt; 2100 hrs: After dinner, we walked around the mall. We found a store which sold milk bottle brushes, and bought one for RMB13 (less than S$3.00). Sri Che Che had forgotten to pack the bottle brush, and Mommy had been using a toothbrush to clean Su Ann's bottles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't buy anything else at the mall. Many of the so-called branded stores in MixC were Western sounding names probably made up by some savvy Chinese or Hong Kong businessmen, who pumped in some money to do the marketing. One store called MC Choice was selling leather shoes for RMB150,000.00 (about S$30,000.00) a pair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, the savvy businessmen did a spellcheck before launching the names. English was not widely understood in China at all, and some of the signs we spotted in Shenzhen were really hilarious. "Boarder Chechpoint" instead of "Border Checkpoint". "Primary Schoo" instead of "Primary School". "Souvenir Menopoly Shop" instead of "Exclusive Souvenir Shop". "Be In Repair. Please Round." instead of "Repairs in Progress. Please go round." "Hairdressing. Beautiful Hair." instead of "Beauty Salon".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264696143805692930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SQ_1P83oPAI/AAAAAAAAB6g/J5tLOfh-Fjc/s320/081029+1646+838.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264649277604979698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SQ_Kn-qpY_I/AAAAAAAAB0w/gkDCeqJ7bvE/s320/081030+1303+967.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264678892090990914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SQ_ljxOUoUI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/McSFjlRZVvA/s320/IMG_5833.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264480768473088914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SQ8xXdO2w5I/AAAAAAAABww/yZoeawGjDUU/s320/081031+1509+280616.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2200 hrs: Our feet were killing us, and we had a long day planned for tomorrow. Daddy steered us out of the mall. It was late, but many of the stores and eating places we passed on the way back to our hotel were still open. Ah Ma stopped to buy some fruits, Daddy stopped to buy a drink, and Mommy stopped to buy chicken wings and a sundae from MacDonald's. The people of Shenzhen crave Western flavours. There's a MacDonald's and Starbucks at every turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2300 hrs: We were back at the hotel, and Su Ann and I were rushed off to bed. Nighty night Shenzhen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;30 OCTOBER 2008 (THURSDAY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0900 hrs: Time to hit the buffet breakfast again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264638698635171154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SQ_BAM7slVI/AAAAAAAABzw/wOwjvwci57A/s320/081030+1107+931.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1100 hrs: We made our way to the Laojie Metro Station. We wanted to take the metro to Windows of the World. Windows of the World is a theme park which showcased well-known attractions from around the world. Visiting the theme park was a shortcut to going round the world. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264638702229597682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SQ_BAaUrLfI/AAAAAAAABz4/Kxdb2kJ5j_k/s320/081030+1128+280537.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264638713976266514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SQ_BBGFTHxI/AAAAAAAAB0A/14QFnYEREnk/s320/081030+1156+944.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1145 hrs: The metro in Shenzhen offered free rides to kids below 1.1 metres and senior citizens above 65 years old, regardless of nationality. Laoyi, Su Ann and I all rode free. The rest paid RMB5 (about S$1.00) for the 12-stop journey. Cheap as chips!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1245 hrs: The exit from the metro to Windows of the World was the Glass Pyramid of The Louvre Museum in Paris. It was baking hot that afternoon, and the greenhouse effect made us feel like we were going through a furnace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264638725638352274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SQ_BBxhwbZI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/PAGmmBoNRQ8/s320/081030+1237+955.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264649248763523122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SQ_KmTOTsDI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/vXU4YJvjqCM/s320/081030+1247+960.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264649264470747458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SQ_KnNvM6UI/AAAAAAAAB0g/Wr0RNeltJ_c/s320/081030+1259+965.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We needed the toilet first before entering the theme park. One thing I noticed about the toilets in Shenzhen was that there were mostly the squat kind. Ah Ma said that squat toilets were good for strengthening the hips!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1330 hrs: Shortly after we entered the theme park, we spotted a sad little replica of Singapore's Merlion. Well... at least we were represented! It could have been worse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264649268062127458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SQ_KnbHdBWI/AAAAAAAAB0o/ws6HoUr-GHg/s320/081030+1259+966.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The heat made it impossible for us to stay outdoors for long. We headed straight for The Alps, an indoor ski and snowtubing area with temperatures kept at a constant minus 5 degrees celcius. We paid RMB10 per person (about S$2.00) to enter The Alps. The ticket came along with rental of a jacket and rubber boots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264678883618582690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SQ_ljRqV8KI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/ElUTeRN_zC4/s320/IMG_5830.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent an hour inside the giant freezer, playing with the artificial snow and snowtubing. Ah Ma, the avid skiier, was most drawn to The Alps. She didn't want to leave, and had to be dragged out by Ah Gong. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264662217667200194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SQ_WZMJ5RMI/AAAAAAAAB2w/Alb7K18VD2s/s320/081030+1412527.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264652024223099234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SQ_NH2nb6WI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/saap8AySxiM/s320/081030+1353+987.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264652027464074162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SQ_NICsJQ7I/AAAAAAAAB1Y/0WwkJuu9s84/s320/081030+1353+988.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264649278850819778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SQ_KoDTrZsI/AAAAAAAAB04/g3eTA4Zc-FA/s320/081030+1337+975.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264652011007055746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SQ_NHFYfF4I/AAAAAAAAB1I/pW6W0p8yJgg/s320/081030+1348+984.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264652034310324962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SQ_NIcMawuI/AAAAAAAAB1g/ARSiGKblC2c/s320/081030+1401+999.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1500 hrs: It was way past our usual lunch time, so we walked around looking for something to eat. It was relatively quiet at the theme park, and only one cafe was serving lunch. No burgers for you at this theme park, just rice and noodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1615 hrs: After eating our fill, we moved on to the area dedicated to North and South America. Daddy rented a 4-seater paddle boat for RMB10 (about S$2.00) so we could see the Manhattan skyline, Statue of Liberty, and the Christ The Redeemer statue in Rio De Janeiro from the water. My legs couldn't reach the paddle, but Daddy let me steer the boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264664646845834642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SQ_YmljNpZI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/_9ksg9Vo1XQ/s320/081030+1616632.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264678900518495666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SQ_lkQnmJbI/AAAAAAAAB4g/XTCKJbP1Y64/s320/IMG_5837.JPG" border="0" /&gt; 1645 hrs: Further down, we came across an attraction which offered a free ride on a fast-going electric bobsled through the Amazon rainforest. Kids were not allowed on this ride, so I stood in front of the sign which read: "The Free Project Akks Respectfully To Line Up" to try to figure out what it was trying to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264678906922133698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SQ_lkoeV6MI/AAAAAAAAB4o/kQziibL4c5Y/s320/IMG_5853.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ride turned Laoyi's legs to jelly, whilst everyone else emerged rejuvenated and lusting for more adrenaline pumping action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264654160813516114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SQ_PEOCSZVI/AAAAAAAAB1o/FRDjV88PUQc/s320/081030+1632+280564.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1705 hrs: We stood watching a brave guy scale the rockface at the Inca Rockclimbing Area. He was half-way up when he made a mistake and fell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264664638511975458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SQ_YmGgRDCI/AAAAAAAAB3I/stF-J8STXDw/s320/081030+1610626.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264654169603061154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SQ_PEux4NaI/AAAAAAAAB1w/RBcMA0apypE/s320/081030+1640+280565.jpg" border="0" /&gt;1715 hrs: Next up was a ride with a steep drop at the end into a pool of water - the Grand Canyon Flume Ride. Su Ann and I wanted to nap more than anything else, so Laoyi, who couldn't be tricked by Mommy into another ride, stayed back to look after us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1730 hrs: Mommy left the ride soaking wet, but happy as a lark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264664652024482914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SQ_Ym415jGI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/ajHbgn9BYqg/s320/081030+1709671.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We proceeded to the Niagara Falls and enjoyed the cool spray from the waterfall. We had yet to see most of the wonders of the world, but the sun was already beginning to set. It was also time for Su Ann's dinner. Sri Che Che whipped out a jar of Heinz Beef &amp;amp; Pumpkin and started feeding Su Ann, as we meandered through Africa, Europe and Asia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264666920072153810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SQ_aq5-mitI/AAAAAAAAB3g/gXTl_DAen0c/s320/081030+1743724.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264666923767959234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SQ_arHvwDsI/AAAAAAAAB3o/Y2l0jJnuaA8/s320/081030+1805761.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Unfortunately for me, I missed out on Africa, Europe and Asia, as I was fast asleep in Su Ann's pram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1830 hrs: By the time we left Windows of the World, it was already dark. We crossed the street to get to Shenzhen's largest mall, Holiday Plaza by the Yitian Group, for dinner. The mall had just opened in September 2008 and is bigger than MixC. We had to take the underpassage to get across to the mall. Once we were out, we were greeted by an awful stench. Euw!!! A street hawker was selling "Chou Doufu" (Smelly Beancurd) on sticks just outside the underpassage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We consulted the directory at Holiday Plaza and decided to head to Level 3 for food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1900 hrs: Up the escalators and we saw a crowd outside a restaurant called "Si Hai Yi Jia" (Four Seas House). The restaurant charged RMB158 nett per head (about S$32.00) for buffet dinner on a Thursday night, with 50% discount for senior citizens 60 years old and above, and we had 3 amongst us - Laoyi, Ah Gong and Ah Ma. Little children eat free. The door hostess took us round to see the wide array of food available before we made up our minds to dine there. In a word, the selection available was AMAZING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of us had been in a buffet restaurant as large as this one before. It had everything imaginable and more. There was a section on Asian cuisines - Chinese, Japanese, Korean, Indian, etc., a section on Western cuisines - foie gras, roast beef, pasta, pizza, etc., a section on desserts - cakes, pastries, Haagen Dasz ice-cream, etc., and a section on beverages - beer, wine, champagne punch, sake, Chinese rice wine, fruit juices, soft drinks, etc. On Chinese cuisine alone, food from all over China was represented. They even had a section dedicated to "health food and tonics". There was snake meat, crocodile meat, crocodile soup (the head of the crocodile was still in the big wooden bucket of soup), etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We circumvented the selection available over and over again, not knowing where to start. Laoyi and Ah Ma even got lost at one stage, and couldn't find their way back to our table in the packed restaurant! We spent a total of 3 hours at the restaurant, pigging out on as many different things as we could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Ah Ma, Mommy, Sri Che Che and I plucked up the courage to try the crocodile meat and soup. It just tasted fishy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264666938536958002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SQ_ar-w9GDI/AAAAAAAAB34/T1tWta3ASq4/s320/081030+1931814.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laoyi had so much food in front of her, she needed a whole table to herself. Ah Gong stuffed himself with as many hairy crabs as he could manage. Daddy ate 9 pieces of pan-fried foie gras (oh dear!), fresh and super plump oysters, sashimi, etc. But no one could beat our champion eater - Ah Ma, whose stomach is an abyss at buffets. She was the first to start and the last to finish, and she tried EVERYTHING or maybe even TWO OF EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264664620179388674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SQ_YlCNb-QI/AAAAAAAAB24/W_kn_v2LLzY/s320/081030+2038+280579.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264678876415883170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SQ_li21Fd6I/AAAAAAAAB4I/4x9Zee9eUmE/s320/081030+1959842.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264654190726694546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SQ_PF9eJRpI/AAAAAAAAB2A/M7Vu2kzhrHU/s320/081030+1940+280573.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264664630816339330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SQ_Ylp1e9YI/AAAAAAAAB3A/2BRupcGMz_k/s320/081030+2058+280590.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, I wasn't greedy. I only had crocodile soup, pizza, broccoli, Portuguese egg tart, popcorn, ice-cream, and candy floss. The most memorable part of the meal for me was certainly the candy floss. Mommy got me 3 of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264654178243273762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SQ_PFO93ZCI/AAAAAAAAB14/oBaoH95bEOk/s320/081030+1936+280570.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264654192044480050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SQ_PGCYVFjI/AAAAAAAAB2I/NTD7UnBha3U/s320/081030+1954+280574.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2200 hrs: Never have we ever felt so satisfied after a meal, and Laoyi, Ah Gong and Ah Ma only had to pay about S$16.00 per person for all that food. It was insane. Laoyi said it was her best day as a senior citizen - free rides on the metro, half price entry to Windows of the World and half price for the best buffet in the world. We all gave the thumbs up to this splendid day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264666942286948658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SQ_asMvBaTI/AAAAAAAAB4A/cHIJuPx7UX4/s320/081030+1953817.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264666931410767730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SQ_arkN8D3I/AAAAAAAAB3w/WCWxHjJ_MHI/s320/081030+1912805.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264679853340513938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SQ_mbuKEVpI/AAAAAAAAB4w/0D9ZqEUnl2A/s320/IMG_5875.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dragged our heavy frames to the Shijiezhichuang Metro Station, and returned to Laojie Metro Station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2305 hrs: It was late, but the streets were still full of life. Street vendors were out in force, selling everything from food to fashion accessories. Shops and restaurants were still open. Residents were playing mahjong on the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2345 hrs: All washed up, Su Ann and I went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;31 OCTOBER 2008 (FRIDAY)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0900 hrs: Had breakfast in the Great Room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1100 hrs: We received directions from the receptionist on how to get to Dafen Oil Painting Village, Buji Town, Longgang District, Shenzhen. Dafen is home to, some say, 10,000 artists from all over China. It currently produces the vast majority of the world's art and much of it is available for sale online. It's somewhat off-the-beaten-track for tourists, as the village is not very actively promoted as a tourist attraction. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We hailed 2 cabs to take us to Dafen. There was a bad jam on the expressway. Hardly a surprise when you've human beings dragging wooden carts laden with goods and buses filled with people all sharing the same road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1200 hrs: We had expected Dafen to be in a less developed area, but we were all wrong. Buji Town was very built up. The apartment blocks there were taller and more modern looking than our HDB flats. There were malls and 5-star hotels. Not quite the picture of a village or small town we had in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264480811056047906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SQ8xZ73bJyI/AAAAAAAABxI/WY1827Xi6YI/s320/081031+1157886.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dafen was a compound with rows and rows of buildings, housing art workshops, frame makers' workshops, etc. All kinds of art could be found there, from copies of masterpieces to original Chinese paintings. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264482394195177122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SQ8y2FhNLqI/AAAAAAAABxQ/N5xS4EO02-8/s320/081031+1200888.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264482411158181074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SQ8y3EtgFNI/AAAAAAAABxY/C68RfW0iYyg/s320/081031+1212892.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264482424424424274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SQ8y32Ia41I/AAAAAAAABxg/FWiI3DP2ifQ/s320/081031+1215896.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264482443875679890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SQ8y4-l9fpI/AAAAAAAABxo/bzrl7m-3zqk/s320/081031+1221898.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked around admiring the different artworks on display, until our noses led us to a restaurant called Hao Feng Nian Restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264617643050425442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SQ-t2mxGXGI/AAAAAAAABy4/5TLePLgRm9Q/s320/081031+1456928.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1330 hrs: We ordered pork rib soup, fried french bean with minced meat, fried beef horfun, fried beehoon, salted chicken, crispy prawn balls, and mantou served with condensed milk. All that with Tsingtao beer, coffee and tea cost RMB150 (about S$30.00). Not bad for a meal for 7 persons (not counting Su Ann, since she only nibbled on the mantou).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264621224192282914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SQ-xHDj2kSI/AAAAAAAABzI/5abN3PzQwHo/s320/IMG_5901.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264615301471167282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SQ-ruTtGYzI/AAAAAAAAByI/GhJ7LbCDfHI/s320/081031+1341917.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264617627029221826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SQ-t1rFWMcI/AAAAAAAAByg/CFsgE5Oasus/s320/081031+1355920.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264615297088181506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SQ-ruDYHVQI/AAAAAAAAByA/_1vKAzr6q98/s320/081031+1339916.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264615307769768290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SQ-rurKzaWI/AAAAAAAAByQ/7Y0pck52VXA/s320/081031+1349918.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264615310011810658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SQ-ruzhWQ2I/AAAAAAAAByY/bEJu3sAXZ-s/s320/081031+1349919.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264617630473811490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SQ-t136mdiI/AAAAAAAAByo/sEyZu9oaay4/s320/081031+1403921.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pork rib soup was served with crushed garlic in soy sauce and sesame oil, as well as with chopped spring onions. It didn't taste as intense as the "ba kut teh" we have in Singapore, but Daddy said the soup was one of the best pork rib soups he'd ever tasted. Overall, it was a good meal, and Su Ann gave her stamp of approval with broad smiles throughout the meal (the mantou she nibbled on was yummy!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264621248993856994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SQ-xIf9AjeI/AAAAAAAABzo/6p3H4kNA8Pk/s320/081031+1326909.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264482453101086050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SQ8y5g9eBWI/AAAAAAAABxw/yMKTazkaxNE/s320/081031+1326908.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1450 hrs: After lunch, we continued with our walk around the village. Some of the buildings in Dafen were really colourful, and even the brooms they used were colourful too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264480760985374882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SQ8xXBVpUKI/AAAAAAAABwo/pVs_YiEdE6I/s320/081031+1437+280613.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264621241652362498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SQ-xIEmqPQI/AAAAAAAABzg/yg77PDhuuSw/s320/081031+1510936.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264617649196195874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SQ-t29qXYCI/AAAAAAAABzA/MlLXGrXclH8/s320/081031+1538949.jpg" border="0" /&gt;There were so many art pieces on display, some at ridiculously low prices, but Daddy and Mommy were not inspired to buy any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264621233317440418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SQ-xHljda6I/AAAAAAAABzY/4p28DuFA2oU/s320/081031+1608953.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1615 hrs: We left the village empty-handed. Ah Gong, Daddy, Mommy, Sri Che Che, Su Ann and I squeezed into a cab which took us to Shenzhen's Book City. Laoyi and Ah Ma caught a second cab which took them to Luohu Commercial City for shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1655 hrs: Shenzhen's Book City was across the street from MixC. Only Ah Gong stayed to browse at the Book City. The rest of us proceeded to MixC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1715 hrs: We found a table at KFC in MixC and Mommy ordered a meal for us to share. Sri Che Che fed Su Ann her dinner of Heinz Cheesy Pasta Bolognese, which she enjoyed immensely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1800 hrs: We checked out the stores in MixC which we had missed out previously. It was Halloween, so some of the stores had their sales staff outfitted in scary Halloween costumes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1840 hrs: There was also a Halloween theme at the indoor ice-skating rink. A comedian was hired to entertain the crowd. We were watching the action on the rink when we let our guard down and a pickpocket went through all the pockets of one of our daypacks. Fortunately, nothing was stolen. The daypack contained milk and food for Su Ann, diapers, etc., so the pickpocket didn't see anything he fancied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1900 hrs: We were tired of walking around MixC and decided to look for a place to have our dinner. We walked past a Chinese fast food restaurant in Shun Hing Square and plonked ourselves down there. Mommy ordered rice with meat balls for me, Daddy had beef rice, Mommy had spicy meat noodles and Sri Che Che had beef beehoon soup. Chicken was somehow not commonly featured in menus in Shenzhen. Beef was. I wonder if it's because of bird flu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2030 hrs: We left the restaurant after trying their desserts. We had an ice-kacang lookalike which didn't taste half as good as an ice-kacang, and a bean curd on ice with strawberry sauce which was way too sweet. Overall, not a very satisfying meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264480785364679906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SQ8xYcKH_OI/AAAAAAAABw4/VtRhjdz4qsA/s320/081031+2022+280622.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2100 hrs: We walked back to our hotel. Only Ah Gong was back. Laoyi and Ah Ma were still at Luohu Commercial City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2145 hrs: For once, we were back early and Daddy could soak his aching feet. We didn't have a bathtub, so Daddy dunked his feet in 2 plastic bags of water instead. Served the same purpose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264480800337495362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SQ8xZT77BUI/AAAAAAAABxA/7HoDpDJgg3g/s320/081031+2159+280625.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 NOVEMBER 2008 (SATURDAY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0900 hrs: And just like that, it was our last day in Shenzhen. As usual, we had breakfast in the Great Room. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264471820577104386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SQ8pOnuNYgI/AAAAAAAABvY/sYfmxaHnHWw/s320/081101+0916+280629.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1100 hrs: Thus far, we hadn't bought much from Shenzhen, a well-known shoppers' paradise. Mommy suggested that we walked back to Laojie to hunt for some good bargains. Laojie on a Saturday was much more crowded than on a weekday. The streets were teeming with people, much more fun than walking around Luohu Commercial City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264471835988973842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SQ8pPhIr2RI/AAAAAAAABvo/yeX0YYZUsuk/s320/081101+1151996.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264471858253254754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SQ8pQ0E50GI/AAAAAAAABv4/E_YBoHgcAL0/s320/081101+13001020.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264471846145858114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SQ8pQG-RmkI/AAAAAAAABvw/PLRfbQ39eLk/s320/081101+12471013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264477908131784050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SQ8uw9oWJXI/AAAAAAAABwA/lw-WygHU_vo/s320/081101+13271030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy liked Laojie on a Saturday, and she picked up a t-shirt for RMB20 (about S$4.00). Ah Ma, on the other hand, kept grumbling about wasting time at Laojie. She wanted to go to Luohu Commercial City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1345 hrs: We took the metro to Luohu. Laoyi and Ah Ma had been singing praises of this restaurant they went to in Luohu Commercial City the night before, and we decided to have lunch at that restaurant. The restaurant was tucked in a corner on the 5th floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264477916407526610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SQ8uxcdb9NI/AAAAAAAABwI/BNLTqQdtzXI/s320/081101+13501033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1430 hrs: We ordered steamed live prawns, sweet and sour fish, crispy fish balls, crystal chicken, braised pork trotters, french beans with minced meat, cabbage in clear broth, fried mantou served with condensed milk, boiled milk with ginger and sesame paste. All that with Tsingtao beer and herbal tea cost about RMB250 (about S$50).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264477929797812674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SQ8uyOV7gcI/AAAAAAAABwQ/X1Czmh1BLtQ/s320/081101+15061056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1615 hrs: Laoyi and Ah Ma were back at the Chinese tea shop they'd spent hours at last night. The salesgirls knew them well by then. The salesgirls were from the Shantou area in Guangdong province, where my maternal ancestors came from as well. Laoyi and Ah Ma communicated with the salesgirls in the Teochew dialect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264477938952768946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SQ8uywcpDbI/AAAAAAAABwY/VR7keeEneZQ/s320/081101+16161067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We noticed that, aside from Mandarin, about half would speak the Cantonese dialect amongst themselves and about another half would speak the Teochew dialect amongst themselves. My family could understand all 3 languages. The vendors didn't bother us much at Luohu Commercial City, but we witnessed how those vendors went after other tourists like hawks. Two girls clung onto a Caucasian man to prevent him from leaving the store. The man had to shrug them off and break into a run. Those who tried on clothing but didn't buy also got shouted at. Competition was stiff, and the vendors weren't very pleasant at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1745 hrs: We were supposed to leave Luohu Commercial City at 1745 hrs and make our way back to the hotel, but Laoyi and Ah Ma refused to leave. They wanted to buy more clothes and shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1800 hrs: We couldn't get Laoyi and Ah Ma to budge, so we left them with their passports and walked to the taxi rank without them. We didn't want to risk missing our flight. Bad experience in Hong Kong before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1810 hrs: We got to the taxi rank to find the queue longer than the Great Wall of China! We panicked and rushed to the metro station. We rang Ah Ma and urged her to come to the metro station immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1820 hrs: We were on the metro travelling back to Laojie. From there, it was a 30-min walk to the hotel, and we needed some time to pick up some dinner along the way. It was a Saturday night and the streets were buzzing with activity. Beggars were seen along the streets asking for money as well. A sight which brought tears to Mommy's eyes was a shirtless man with a white beard positioning a young boy, not much older than me, on the road. The young boy was shirtless as well, and he was razor thin. His body was folded in half, his head was against his ankles. The boy was either handicapped or the man had done something cruel to him to make him the way he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1915 hrs: We were back at the hotel with takeaway Chinese food and MacDonald's. We devoured the food, washed up and packed our suitcases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2045 hrs: We hailed 2 cabs to take us to the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2145 hrs: Our cab driver took his time to drive us safely to the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The terminal for international departures was tucked in an obscure corner of the airport. By the time we found the check-in counter for Tiger Airways, there was already a mass of people in front of the counters. Again, no chance of an empty flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2240 hrs: We were in the transit area waiting to board the plane. This has got to be the lousiest airport I've been to. There was absolutely nothing for us to do whilst we waited for our flight. The transit area was simply a waiting area with chairs, a drinking fountain and a toilet. The small duty-free store was closed. Ah Ma amused herself (and us) by going to the toilet every 15 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264471827630830290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SQ8pPB_8stI/AAAAAAAABvg/88VJeZ5idag/s320/081101+2325+280642.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2345 hrs: We were up in the air on Tiger Airways Flight TR953. Su Ann was cheerful for the first hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0045 hrs: After an hour, Su Ann grew grumpy. She was tired, but couldn't fall asleep. Perhaps, it was the pressure cabin which irritated her, or the noise of the engines, or the bright lights in the cabin, etc. Whatever the case was, she burst into tears and wouldn't stop crying for an hour. Ah Gong and Sri Che Che took turns carrying Su Ann and pacing up and down the aircraft, trying to soothe her and rock her to sleep. Their efforts didn't really pay off, as Su Ann would stop for a short while then resume crying again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0200 hrs: Mommy took a screaming Su Ann off Ah Gong and managed to rock her to sleep. Mommy stood at the back of the plane with Su Ann fast asleep. She did not dare return to her seat for fear of rousing Su Ann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0315 hrs: Mommy was still standing at the back of the plane when Daddy took over. Ten minutes later, the Captain announced the descent. By 0330 hrs, Daddy returned to his seat with a sleeping Su Ann. Fortunately for everyone on board, she did not cry again that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0345 hrs: We had landed safely at the Budget Terminal. Whilst walking to the customs, Sri Che Che told Mommy that Su Ann's cries had irritated a particular passenger so much that he had slapped Sri Che Che's arm on the plane. He had also shouted at her in Chinese. The passenger's friends then joined in and shouted at her: "Give milk lah!" Sri Che Che had kept mum about this incident until we got off the plane. Sri Che Che complained of pain in her arm. Mommy wanted to report the assault to the airport police, but Sri Che Che, on hearing the word "police" recoiled and said that she couldn't remember what the guy looked like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear, the flight back home had turned out to be a rather unpleasant one. That won't deter us from travelling though. We've all been bitten by the travel bug, and we're already itching to go on the next trip. 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Blame it on the "workaholic" typist, or the subprime crisis, or the credit crunch, or the diving stock prices, or the 21% increase in the cost of power supply in Singapore, but just don't blame it on me. Looks like I'm set for a career in politics. *hehe*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what has happened since end August. For starters, Ipa Che Che, who has been working for my family since I was a month old has returned to Semarang, Indonesia, for good. She went home on 1 September with plans to settle down with her long-time sweetheart, a furniture maker in Central Java.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sulastriningsih (Ning) has come to work for us in her place. Ning Che Che is from Cilacap, Indonesia. She is soft-spoken and patient, but goes about her chores really slowly. Quite the contrast to Ipa Che Che, who was loud, impatient, but completed her tasks quickly. Ning Che Che took care of my maternal great grandmother till the day she passed away in June 2008. She now looks after my baby sister, Su Ann, and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our trip to Hong Kong, Su Ann started swimming lessons at Marsden Swim School at Turf City. Her swimming lessons are on Thursdays, whilst mine are on Fridays. I've not accompanied her on any of her lessons, but from what I've heard, she gets really excited during her lessons; splashing about and squealing a lot. Her coach has been submerging her in the water without any protest. She has no problems going underwater when practising at home too. As for my progress in the pool, well, I can dog paddle across the width of the pool at home now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264844401214810802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SRB8Fqwc6rI/AAAAAAAAB7w/hZkbF_LV_SA/s320/080928+1657+080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264844404089920898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SRB8F1d7nYI/AAAAAAAAB74/Ew6d7L0avao/s320/080928+1657+081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264844413240287090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SRB8GXjjH3I/AAAAAAAAB8A/OO15Ao8wN_g/s320/080928+1657+082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264844417265232994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SRB8GmjK7GI/AAAAAAAAB8I/rrTfb1-uzgA/s320/080928+1657+083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Su Ann has 4 teeth now. Like Daddy, she loves pork porridge. Come to think of it, like Daddy, she loves just about anything edible. She polishes off everything really quickly too, whilst I take my time to savour every grain of rice and enjoy my 2-hr lunch breaks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Su Ann moves about on all fours like a dynamo, often with accompanying sound effects "air, air, air, air, air..." Cute to the adults, but terrifying for me when she comes tearing down towards my neatly lined toys and swipes them onto the floor or into her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still attending dance classes at Forms Ballet every Monday. I've joined the Pre-School Dance class, which is great because I get to see my good friend, Beverly, more often now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264846575896093218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SRB-EQE34iI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/SlKaePpQU3w/s320/081020+1735+377.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264846581032587618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SRB-EjNgkWI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/MpG2UhOWA1Y/s320/081020+1735+379.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beverly and her little brother visited us a few weeks back. We spent a good few hours playing with my Playdoh sets, making ice-cream, cooking, etc. Su Ann joined in the fun too! I wish Beverly can come over more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264855481184107042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SRCGKm2_OiI/AAAAAAAAB9I/SQKDylDujXY/s320/081003+1533+116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264855487724249362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SRCGK_OR4RI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/hokUJQzKZcQ/s320/081003+1555+135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264855488843644418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SRCGLDZKfgI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/vzW3Hhi_UoQ/s320/081003+1556+139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264855493810186562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SRCGLV5R6UI/AAAAAAAAB9g/hLA6s629LHQ/s320/081003+1722+182.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264855502758500962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SRCGL3OuWmI/AAAAAAAAB9o/BJdnUYRyrTA/s320/081003+1813+235.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In September, my class in GUG also went on our very first field trip. We were supposed to visit Hort Park, but the bad weather meant we had to go with the contingency plan of visiting the airport. My good friend, Gwen, was my partner. We had to hold hands and follow the teachers everywhere around the airport. We saw the check-in counters, rode the inter-terminal skytrain, went to the viewing gallery, etc. It was a lot of fun touring the airport with all my classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264850943775400098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SRCCCfsc4KI/AAAAAAAAB8g/9CmIIE9qu2k/s320/080924+1052+062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264850947415092114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SRCCCtQOK5I/AAAAAAAAB8o/kzNzpEjc-P8/s320/080924+1118+166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264850951572663074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SRCCC8vdqyI/AAAAAAAAB8w/umSbtmCxD_s/s320/080924+1122+174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264850955477842610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SRCCDLSh-rI/AAAAAAAAB84/M4WAQS7RstA/s320/080924+1133+187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264850960978436834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SRCCDfx-YuI/AAAAAAAAB9A/0mgNExwB4Vs/s320/080924+1137+211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the airport, I'll be making a trip there again in late October. Tiger Airlines had advertised S$0.01 deals to Shenzhen, China and Mommy had pounced on the chance to go. When I return from the trip, I shall tell you all about my adventure! Zai jian!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35166276-9158499553977157992?l=adventures-of-jinjin.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventures-of-jinjin.blogspot.com/feeds/9158499553977157992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35166276&amp;postID=9158499553977157992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35166276/posts/default/9158499553977157992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35166276/posts/default/9158499553977157992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventures-of-jinjin.blogspot.com/2008/09/getting-up-to-speed-sorry-it-has-taken.html' title=''/><author><name>jinjin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12197167489045969061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02827223575552294840'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SRB8Fqwc6rI/AAAAAAAAB7w/hZkbF_LV_SA/s72-c/080928+1657+080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35166276.post-9047215025816880277</id><published>2008-09-02T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T08:16:41.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;THE SINGAPORE FLYER (21 AUGUST 2008)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just as I was easing into my jet-setting lifestyle, global fuel price hikes had to put an end to all those fantastic budget airline promos. With sky-high fuel surcharges, I had to be content with taking flights sans fuel surcharge. When the Singapore Flyer (&lt;a href="http://www.singaporeflyer.com/"&gt;http://www.singaporeflyer.com/&lt;/a&gt;) offered my parents complimentary tickets, we were quick to seize the opportunity!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Singapore Flyer is currently the world's largest observation wheel. It started operations earlier this year. We arrived to find a very quiet complex. The staff outnumbered the visitors, just as what tourists had described to Mommy before. My family and I had the whole capsule to ourselves, which was wonderful. We had a bird's eye view of the city and heaps of space for me to roam about during the ride. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246635605462149842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SM_LSQl86tI/AAAAAAAABXE/R9jalLiW6KA/s320/DSC_1288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246635603482013282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SM_LSJN2bmI/AAAAAAAABW8/C5aLLF5qJPk/s320/DSC_1270.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246637031545424450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SM_MlRKsykI/AAAAAAAABXM/4H6zqopotK4/s320/DSC_1326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246635588467562738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SM_LRRSIGPI/AAAAAAAABWs/uIXsuY_ONs4/s320/DSC_1214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Did I have a good time? Well, yeah, especially when the ride was free! Mommy predicts that, if the Singapore Flyer don't adjust their pricing downwards, the wheel will soon turn into a white elephant. At S$29.50 per ticket, it's an exorbitant price to pay for a 30-min ride to see the skyline. Perhaps, they should consider a 2-tier pricing, one for local residents and one for foreign tourists. If local residents can pay, say, S$10.00 for the ride, it'll probably attract more people. After all, the wheel will already be rotating, so the overheads are the same, whether the wheel rotates for 1 person or more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35166276-9047215025816880277?l=adventures-of-jinjin.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventures-of-jinjin.blogspot.com/feeds/9047215025816880277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35166276&amp;postID=9047215025816880277&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35166276/posts/default/9047215025816880277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35166276/posts/default/9047215025816880277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventures-of-jinjin.blogspot.com/2008/09/singapore-flyer-21-august-2008-just-as.html' title=''/><author><name>jinjin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12197167489045969061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02827223575552294840'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SM_LSQl86tI/AAAAAAAABXE/R9jalLiW6KA/s72-c/DSC_1288.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35166276.post-6468028495367865723</id><published>2008-07-13T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T21:41:38.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TRIP TO HONG KONG (8 TO 12 JULY 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 JULY 2008 (TUESDAY)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1200 hrs: Hurray! Class was over! In 4 hours' time, I'll be on my way to Hong Kong. Thanks to the promos by various budget airlines, I've been chalking up my frequent flyer miles lately. Mommy had spotted the S$20.10 flight tickets to Hong Kong back in February 2008 and she had booked them before they were all snapped up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1430 hrs: Ah Gong dropped us off at the airport. He wasn't coming with us this time. Only Daddy, Mommy, Ipa, Su Ann and I were going to Hong Kong. The counter staff for Jetstar Asia informed us that the flight was very full. We prayed that Su Ann wouldn't make us too unpopular on board with her cries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223824858138904274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SH7BCA45htI/AAAAAAAABWc/NOU7fl9A4Mk/s320/P7080004.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1615 hrs: Jetstar Asia Flight 3K695 was half an hour late in taking off. The flight to Hong Kong was a smooth one. We kept Su Ann busy with something to chew on. The leather seats on board were by far the most comfortable for any of the budget airlines we'd flown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223824853238836818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SH7BBuooblI/AAAAAAAABWU/yycmPkDhDN0/s320/P7080012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1950 hrs: We landed safely in Hong Kong. After clearing customs and collecting our bags, we purchased our Airport Express Travel Passes. The passes gave us transfers to and from the airport, as well as unlimited usage of the MTR for 3 days. They cost HKD300 each, with a HKD50 refundable deposit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223824865841243282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SH7BCdlR5JI/AAAAAAAABWk/gE5RB5-G67Q/s320/P7080016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223823450637860322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SH6_wFif_eI/AAAAAAAABVs/JU7hvYbPqKk/s320/080708+2058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2050 hrs: We were on our way to Kowloon Station by Airport Express. Believe it or not, it was my first time on a train! I've never even taken the MRT in Singapore before. :( There were very few passengers on board, so we had plenty of space to ourselves. Our first experience with Hong Kong's public transport was a very good one. Clean, efficient, equipped with tvs, and one could even track the progress of the train by looking at an electronic panel in the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223823451275574034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SH6_wH6iuxI/AAAAAAAABV0/oKu_-rUL5xA/s320/080708+2120_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2115 hrs: The Airport Express pulled into Kowloon Station. I was dying of hunger, and Ronald MacDonald came to my rescue. I had chicken nuggets and fries for my first meal in Hong Kong, whilst we waited for the free Airport Express Shuttle Bus to take us to our hotel, the Renaissance Kowloon Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2135 hrs: The shuttle bus was finally here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2145 hrs: It was a 10-min bus ride to our hotel. The wait was longer than the ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Renaissance Kowloon Hotel was along Salisbury Road, just a stone's throw from one of Hong Kong's most luxurious hotels, The Peninsula Hotel. The Renaissance Kowloon Hotel was just next to the Avenue of Stars and had great views of Victoria Harbour and the very impressive skyline of Hong Kong Island. The hotel was connected to Tsim Sha Tsui Station by underpass, which made travelling around Hong Kong very convenient. All in all, the hotel was well appointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223823458550434866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SH6_wjBATDI/AAAAAAAABWE/jQajJGBU-wE/s320/080708+2321.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We booked our rooms through &lt;a href="http://www.asiarooms.com/"&gt;http://www.asiarooms.com/&lt;/a&gt;, and paid S$210.00 per night per room. Breakfast was not included. The hotel was built in the 1970s, so the building was looking rather tired. However, the rooms were refurbished in 2005 and they were of decent size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223823455690618018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SH6_wYXK9KI/AAAAAAAABV8/t48e_xG7cZQ/s320/080708+2313_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2300 hrs: By the time we checked in, settled into Rooms 1009 and 1010, it was already 2300 hrs. We approached reception for advice on where to go for food at this hour. They suggested that we walked to Nathan Road and check out the surrounding streets, but they couldn't be sure that anything was still open at this hour. We were very surprised to hear this, given that Hong Kong is supposed to be a city which never sleeps and this was busy Tsim Sha Tsui we were talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked towards Nathan Road. True enough, most of the shutters were down. Even 7/11 had its shutters down! Not quite how we envisaged Hong Kong to be. Outside the old and dilapidated Chungking House, there was a large number of Africans and Indians standing around chatting away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2330 hrs: All of a sudden, rain started pouring down. We dashed through the streets desperately looking for a place to dry up and have some food. Finally, we found one "cha chaan tang" with its lights still on, looking very lonely amidst all the closed shops. Daddy ordered beef with egg on rice for himself, curry beef brisket rice for Mommy, beef brisket noodle soup for Ipa, fried rice and fish ball soup for me. The food was extremely salty. Feeling thirsty, Mommy gulped down 2 glasses of iced milk tea, only to regret later. The milk tea kept her wide awake for the next 24 hours, and she didn't manage to sleep a wink the whole night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223824846731463346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SH7BBWZJyrI/AAAAAAAABWM/D6OSF_S4ScM/s320/080708+2353_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0045 hrs: We made our way back to the hotel in the rain after we had our food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0130 hrs: By the time Su Ann and I washed up and went to bed, it was already 0130 hrs. We were going to Disneyland in the morning, and I couldn't wait for the sun to rise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223706529712989218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SH5VaZJuZCI/AAAAAAAABSM/m37PZYUy8Wo/s320/P7100063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9 JULY 2008 (WEDNESDAY)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1030 hrs: We were ready to head out for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get to Disneyland, we had to take the MTR from Tsim Sha Tsui Station to Central Station, then transfer to Sunny Bay Station, then transfer once more to Disneyland Resort Station. Some of the buildings in the Tsim Sha Tsui area were real eyesores, but they add a lot of character to the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223711588505576322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SH5aA2n3Y4I/AAAAAAAABS0/kK2V2sgUsyY/s320/080709+1041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223711592502252514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SH5aBFgv0-I/AAAAAAAABS8/XYDQeMWfiQs/s320/080709+1047_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we made our way towards Disneyland, we looked for somewhere to have breakfast. We ended up buying some cakes from a confectionary in busy Central Station. We planned to enjoy the cakes whilst we explored Disneyland, so we got everything packed in a box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1200 hrs: Daddy bought 2-day passes (HKD450 with the promo) for us at Disneyland. Mommy figured that 2 days would be just right if we were to take our time with the rides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting the tickets, we had to go through a security checkpoint before we could enter the Magic Kingdom. We thought: "Wow, they take security seriously at Disneyland." We couldn't be more wrong. Those Mickey Mouse security officers weren't looking out for bombs and other dangerous objects. They were looking out for "contraband items" like cakes and other foodstuff. The female officer explained that the Magic Kingdom had its own food and beverages outlets, thus anyone who entered the Kingdom could only consume food and beverages bought from their outlets. We were denied entry into the Kingdom till we finished our cakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223718908534208882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SH5gq72sOXI/AAAAAAAABVM/bgoV1bxHEFg/s320/P7090027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223718898996395858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SH5gqYUsv1I/AAAAAAAABVE/ILF19Ead58U/s320/P7090026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1225 hrs: There were 4 main parts to HK Disneyland - (1) Main Street, USA, (2) Fantasyland, (3) Adventureland, and (4) Tomorrowland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked down Main Street, USA to get to the Sleeping Beauty Castle at Fantasyland. I was all hyped up about meeting Sleeping Beauty, but she was nowhere in sight. She was probably sound asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223714392520553746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SH5ckEZIdRI/AAAAAAAABTE/F3lYbWfR4qU/s320/080709+1223.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223714398692951330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SH5ckbYvxSI/AAAAAAAABTM/itehQ9CYxvM/s320/080709+1230_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223718924304171986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SH5gr2miw9I/AAAAAAAABVc/USPEuvmC7NY/s320/P7090055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223714433620652082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SH5cmdgKMDI/AAAAAAAABTU/cGb5qVeZq7g/s320/080709+1238_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1240 hrs: We went to the Dumbo the Flying Elephant ride instead, where the marker indicated that we'd to wait 25 mins for our turn on the ride. We were standing in line when a group of tourists from China elbowed us and squeezed in front of us. Mommy was shocked at the rudeness of those tourists, but their group was just too large for Mommy to say anything to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued to stand in line. We turned back and saw another group of tourists from China just behind us. Two of the girls in that group started playing with Su Ann; stroking her cheeks and going "Goo, goo, goo.". We smiled at them, thinking they were friendly. However, the moment the queue moved, they started elbowing and shoving us too. Goodness gracious. Mommy and Ipa were resilient. They held hands and formed a barricade, to prevent us from losing our spot in the queue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy has been to Disneyland in Anaheim, Orlando and Tokyo, so she knew that the queues at those Disneylands were far longer. Yet, in all her years of visiting the Magic Kingdom, she'd never experienced queue cutting quite like that in HK Disneyland. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1300 hrs: It was our turn on the ride. It was relatively short; just right to whet my appetite for more action in Disneyland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223714440821040898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SH5cm4U3ZwI/AAAAAAAABTc/pqF5C0zJeS0/s320/080709+1305_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1315 hrs: We had just reached Mickey's PhilharMagic when the rain came pelting down. This was an indoor 3D adventure, which was just perfect for a rainy day. Right after we were issued our 3D glasses, the cinema doors opened. We quickly took our seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223715142197285506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SH5dPtJ_koI/AAAAAAAABTk/LUoOpnLqNMg/s320/080709+1313_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223715142149322338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SH5dPs-jtmI/AAAAAAAABTs/TeyIUkpcoZ8/s320/080709+1326.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show was interesting. With our 3D glasses, we could see different Disney characters coming right at us. The show came complete with smells, wind, water, etc. at the appropriate junctures. For instance, when Donald Duck sneezed, water came sprinkling down on us. One of my favourite songs ,"Be Our Guest", was sung during the show which was a pleasant surprise for me! I happily sang along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the show ended, the entrance to the cinema flung open even before we left our seats. Groups of tourists started making a mad dash for seats. Mommy almost screamed in horror when she saw them coming straight at us. Fearing that we'd be trampled on, she picked me up and ran us out of the cinema. Ipa did the same with Su Ann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1330 hrs: The rain was still pelting down after the show, so we took shelter in the souvenir shop for a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1350 hrs: When the rain wasn't as heavy, we made a dash for "Fantasy Gardens", where we could take pictures with different Disney characters under a pavillion. I met Minnie Mouse, Winnie the Pooh, and Mickey Mouse there. There were more characters at the various pavillions, but Daddy said we should go for lunch instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223715144139908642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SH5dP0ZJpiI/AAAAAAAABT0/1BaDOYboIVw/s320/080709+1348_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223715151444035570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SH5dQPmlx_I/AAAAAAAABT8/C5v9vKWX45w/s320/080709+1352_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223716263267549170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SH5eQ9d-P_I/AAAAAAAABUE/1S-OZIjKjoQ/s320/080709+1355_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1415 hrs: We dashed through the rain to get to Clopin's Festival of Foods for lunch. Obviously with the rain, the sheltered area was very crowded. When we got there, a family had just finished their meal and were vacating their table. We stood by patiently to wait for the table. However, the moment they stood up, the table of tourists from China next to them had to lean over and place their elbows on the vacated table. Inexplicable. They already had a table of their own, everyone in their group had seats (in fact, their shopping bags had seats too), and they had no food just drinking cups on their table. Yet, they felt it was necessary to deprive others of a place for lunch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mommy ignored their rude gestures, sat us down and went to order food for us. The plate of fried rice I got was pitiful. It was the worst meal I had in Hong Kong. Price-wise, the food and drinks there were expensive, but that was to be expected at a tourist attraction. Tourist attractions in Singapore charge even more ridiculous prices at their F&amp;amp;B outlets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whilst we were eating, a lone tourist from China came along and sat at a table near us. He coughed up a ball of phlegm in the loudest possible manner, held up a tissue to his chest (note, chest not mouth), and watched as the giant ball of phlegm descend into the tissue below, as if inspecting its size and consistency. Lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1500 hrs: Mommy reckons the most interesting attraction of HK Disneyland is actually its horde of tourists and their behaviour, but after that last stomach-churning experience, we felt it was time to move on, even though the rain was still falling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made our way to the It's a Small World attraction, which was added to HK Disneyland not too long ago. We joined the queue, and once again found selfish, queue-cutting tourists among us. By now, we knew what to expect, so were careful not to let up on our place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223716267660982530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SH5eRN1cuQI/AAAAAAAABUM/ePNRz1jNiwE/s320/080709+1528.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223718912264412866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SH5grJwCnsI/AAAAAAAABVU/hQBAa3tHTxk/s320/P7090033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cruise through the It's a Small World attraction was class. I truly enjoyed looking at the colourful characters and listening to the It's the Small World tune being sung in different languages. Even Su Ann, who is usually sleepy, perked up and enjoyed herself during this ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1530 hrs: We wanted to catch "The Golden Mickeys" show in Fantasyland, but it was cancelled due to the rain. We proceeded to Adventureland instead and stood in line at the Jungle River Cruise. This attraction was available in 3 languages - Mandarin (Putonghua), Cantonese and English. No prizes for guessing the line we picked to get away from the obnoxious queue-cutters.&lt;br /&gt;1600 hrs: The warning attached to the Jungle River Cruise said: "This attraction may be frightening for children". I'm proud to say I survived it. The riverboat meandered through dense jungle where we saw cobras, gorillas, hippos, elephants, met treacherous waters and felt the heat of fiery explosions. Su Ann burst into tears, but I was brave!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223716271104783746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SH5eRaqg9YI/AAAAAAAABUU/1Rl1vnFFclU/s320/080709+1541.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223716277135685970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SH5eRxIZOVI/AAAAAAAABUc/e8zKq0co3q0/s320/080709+1617_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1625 hrs: We took a wrong turn and found ourselves back in Fantasyland. There was no queue at Cinderella Carousel, so Ipa and I went for a ride on the graceful, prancing horses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223716975964388418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SH5e6ceI_EI/AAAAAAAABUk/XpZdYaRDHpc/s320/080709+1626_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1635 hrs: We walked to Tomorrowland. I was tired and wanted to rest, so Daddy and Mommy left me and Su Ann with Ipa whilst they went on the Space Mountain ride. The sign outside the ride promised a 15-min wait, so Daddy and Mommy said they'd be back as quickly as possible. That didn't stop me from bawling my eyes out though. I wanted my Mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223716977436233618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SH5e6h9Dj5I/AAAAAAAABUs/8nMJqGqrHZc/s320/080709+1638_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1700 hrs: Daddy and Mommy were back. The wait outside the Space Mountain ride was now down to 5 mins for single riders. Daddy wanted to go again. Ipa went along so she could give the roller-coaster a try. Mommy stayed with Su Ann and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1715 hrs: Daddy and Ipa were back. Ipa was on the verge of a nervous breakdown. Hehe. Nah, not that bad, but her voice was hoarse from screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as we were walking out of Disneyland, a thunderstorm sent buckets of rain down on us. We sought shelter at the Guest Relations Centre. During our wait, we saw women coming in to look for their lost children. A chill went down Mommy's spine because she'd read online that children were sometimes kidnapped from HK Disneyland. I was very glad to be safe with my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223718935040026322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SH5gsemK5tI/AAAAAAAABVk/pTWxJomAOUI/s320/P7090056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1730 hrs: The storm didn't look like it was going to pass anytime soon. We ran through the driving rain to get to the Disneyland Resort Station to catch the MTR back to Central Station. Lunch was a failure and we were all looking forward to having dinner at one of Hong Kong's most well-known restaurants, Yung Kee along Wellington Street, Central.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223716980438209458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SH5e6tIyE7I/AAAAAAAABU0/Sr1dKjwdv0c/s320/080709+1853.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1910 hrs: Yung Kee was famous for its roast goose. We were shown to a table right next to the entrance and the waiter promptly came over to give his recommendations and take our orders. Daddy ordered roast goose, stir-fried beef with crullers, tofu on a bed of bean sprouts, stir-fried vegetables, fried rice, congee and lastly, HK-style chicken rice for Ipa who didn't like goose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy said the goose was good, but overrated. Mommy didn't like the goose at all. Another culinary flop for her. Clearly, Hong Kongers didn't think so. There was a constant stream of local customers, and Daddy spotted 2 actors amongst them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223716983288004402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SH5e63wOfzI/AAAAAAAABU8/4df7sqisCHM/s320/080709+1913.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2015 hrs: We caught the MTR from Central Station to Tsim Sha Tsui Station, then returned to our hotel. It had been a tiring day for all of us, especially for Mommy, who didn't sleep the night before after downing 2 glasses of highly caffeinated milk tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy had paid for 2-day passes at Disneyland, but it was no longer our intention to return. We had exhausted the rides we were interested in going on, and there were more adventures in the city itself to be had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;10 JULY 2008 (THURSDAY)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1130 hrs: Since there wasn't any buffet breakfast to look forward to in the morning, we all slept in. Our plan was to have brunch at a dim sum restaurant. By 1130 hrs, we were famished and ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way out, we walked through the New World Shopping Centre right next to our hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223702301549820754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SH5RkSBEe1I/AAAAAAAABQ0/_OnuR2jTjeI/s320/080710+1150_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy had downloaded a list of Hong Kong's best dim sum restaurants from the internet, and had picked Maxim's Palace Restaurant (&lt;a href="http://www.maxims.com.hk/"&gt;http://www.maxims.com.hk/&lt;/a&gt;) as the place to go. The restaurant was located in City Hall, Central. Dim sum was served from trolleys and the restaurant offered views of Victoria Harbour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a change, we decided to catch the Star Ferry from Tsim Sha Tsui to Central. The Star Ferry Terminal in Tsim Sha Tsui was just down the road from our hotel. At HKD1.70 per ticket (about S$0.30), The Star Ferry (&lt;a href="http://www.starferry.com.hk/"&gt;http://www.starferry.com.hk/&lt;/a&gt;) was amazingly cheap for modern day Hong Kong. The ferries were frequent, you don't have to jostle with the crowds in the MTR Station, and the view from the boat was great. Highly recommended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223702311207157762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SH5Rk1_jwAI/AAAAAAAABQ8/TZDo45eDcbo/s320/080710+1210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223703167200265218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SH5SWq0OBAI/AAAAAAAABRE/Ec3qSBCxokk/s320/080710+1213_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223703169951364898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SH5SW1EIdyI/AAAAAAAABRM/I69vAeM1y7U/s320/080710+1230_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1310 hrs: Maxim's Palace Restaurant was packed when we arrived. Queue numbers were handed out to customers, but the staff were quick to clear tables and show new customers to their tables. We were seated within 10 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223703179028458690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SH5SXW4R7MI/AAAAAAAABRU/SNNFrbLBYZ4/s320/080710+1310_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1320 hrs: We were so hungry we could eat a cow each. Mommy stopped each passing trolley and ordered something from each. Before long, our table was filled with different dishes of delectable dim sum. We had panfried beancurd skin with pork and mushroom filling, pan-fried carrot cake, vegetables in oyster sauce, green capsicum stuffed with fish paste, chee cheong fan, deep-fried prawn puffs with mayonnaise, crispy egg white sprinkled with honey and sesame seeds, yang chow fried rice, bean curd in syrup, pastry with custard filling, egg tarts, coconut jelly, jelly with coffee cream, watermelon with sago, black glutinous rice with coconut cream, and deep-fried milk. I tried a little of everything, except the bean curd in syrup which I fell in love with and had a whole bowl to myself. Everyone enjoyed the meal immensely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223705205455326706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SH5UNT6GDfI/AAAAAAAABRk/Tifkton6c54/s320/080710+1340_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223706536971138098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SH5Va0MM9DI/AAAAAAAABSU/P6aSAZEpw70/s320/P7100071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1500 hrs: After stuffing ourselves to the brim, we dragged our heavy frames out of the restaurant. We looked for Central Station, then caught the MTR to Causeway Bay Station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1600 hrs: The largest shopping mall in Causeway Bay was Times Square. We spent an hour and a half wandering around the different floors of the mall. Didn't see anything we wanted to buy, even though most stores had the words "Further Sales" plastered on their big glass windows. Further from what, we didn't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1715 hrs: We had enough of Times Square, so we took the underpass to the Paterson Street area where there were more shops. How some of the malls were done up was rather intriguing. Blocks and blocks of old and dilapidated apartments had their first few floors completely revamped and refurbished to house really trendy and ritzy shops and malls. Yes, you could have a slum-like looking place atop a Louis Vuitton or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223706546013969490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SH5VbV4LnFI/AAAAAAAABSc/6aQZLAwvod0/s320/P7100076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223705220253556530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SH5UOLCRHzI/AAAAAAAABRs/9lQPTZ1RNGw/s320/080710+1721_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1800 hrs: We made our way back to Causeway Bay Station to take the MTR to Mongkok Station. This was the first time we were caught in the thick of Hong Kong's rush-hour traffic underground. There were hundreds of passengers waiting on the platform and each train which came was sardine-packed with commuters. Crowd Control Officials were stationed on the platform to help control the human traffic. When they saw us tourists with a pram, infant and small child approaching the platform, they looked worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1900 hrs: We made it to Mongkok Station in one piece. Su Ann was strapped to Ipa, who clung onto the pole on the train. Mommy clung onto the pole with one hand, and held Ipa with the other to make sure Ipa wouldn't fall. Su Ann looked curiously at the myriad of faces surrounding her. I sat in the pram, with Daddy taking care of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, our experience on Hong Kong's MTR had been a mixed one. The trains were clean, efficient, and well connected to everywhere we wanted to go. However, the stations weren't the least bit child-friendly. First of all, the stations had steep steps leading down to them and going back up again. Each time we had to go up and down the stairs with the pram, it was a struggle. As it was raining constantly during our trip, the steps were dangerously slippery. There were no ramps to be found, and elevators weren't always available. It was the same getting to and from the train platform. Where there were elevators, there'd always be a big crowd of people fighting to get into the elevator. These were not people who needed to use the elevators; they were able-bodied individuals who merely preferred the elevator to the escalator or stairs. There were signs next to the elevators to ask people to give way to those who really needed to use them, but Hong Kongers really didn't give a hoot. It was the same with getting seats on the train. Ipa had Su Ann strapped onto her, but during our trip, only one kind lady gave up her seat to Ipa and Su Ann. Even then, Ipa and Su Ann didn't get to sit down because a young man pushed past them to take it. What a shame. Last but not least, the narrow tap-card gantries and turnstiles at each MTR Station made it impossible for prams to go through. An impractical design compared to what we have back home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was a tsunami of people gushing out from Mongkok Station onto the street. Stop and we'd be swallowed up by the wave of people behind us. We abruptly turned into a random building on our left to escape a possible stampede in the drizzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223705236257904898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SH5UPGqAGQI/AAAAAAAABR0/cE13J2G5uj8/s320/080710+1857_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the basement of this random building was a popular HK-style fast food restaurant. I think the restaurant is called "MX", short for MeiXin. It's part of the Maxim's Group which owns Maxim's Palace Restaurant where we had dim sum earlier in the day, and many other eating places in Hong Kong. MX has branches all over Hong Kong and they serve Chinese, Japanese and Western food. We decided to have dinner here.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223711579454192210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SH5aAU52OlI/AAAAAAAABSk/LQxhn6ApMPQ/s320/P7100088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1915 hrs: I love the winter melon soup at MX. They also have the world's greatest dessert - chin chow with black sesame ice-cream. I took my time to savour the good food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2030 hrs: I was done with my meal, and I really needed to pee. I told my parents that I couldn't hold it in any longer, which sent a wave of panic through them. After being in Hong Kong for a few days, we realised that public toilets were a rarity here. The best place to find them would be in big shopping malls and hotels. In smaller shopping centres, you can only access the toilets if the shopkeepers unlock the toilet door for you. There was a phenomenal queue outside MX's toilet and Ipa, who had been, said the toilet wasn't clean. Mommy consulted her map, scooped me up and raced me off to the Langham Place Mongkok Hotel, the nearest hotel in the vicinity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That proved to be a good choice. The toilet in the lobby of the 5-star hotel was very clean. They even had really neat towels to dry your hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2100 hrs: Adjoining the Langham Place Mongkok Hotel was a sizeable mall called the Langham Place. It was here where I rode the longest escalator I've ever been on. The escalator went up several floors. Mommy's legs turned to jelly each time she looked down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223705234669520306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SH5UPAvTRbI/AAAAAAAABR8/zE9lM80JrO4/s320/080710+2102_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the escalator was a "Peanuts" shop. I was very excited to see Charlie Brown, Peppermint Patty, Snoopy and Woodstock on the walls. I worship Charlie Brown and friends. Unfortunately, the "Peanuts" shop only sold adult clothing. *Sigh* Nothing for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223706520231308242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SH5VZ11Ha9I/AAAAAAAABSE/1WqatQoGP7c/s320/080710+2106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2130 hrs: After walking around Langham Place a little, we decided to head to Ladies' Market along Tung Choi Street instead. The usual touristy items were on sale at the market, but one stall stood out - the one which sold bath towels. They had "Peanuts" bath towels on sale! Daddy bought two for me, and two for Su Ann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2210 hrs: Just as Daddy was paying for the towels, a thunderstorm brought heavy rain once more. We ran back to Mongkok Station to catch the train back to Tsim Sha Tsui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after we got to the platform, the train arrived. Ipa somehow managed to slip on a puddle of water and fell. One of her feet got stuck in the gap between the platform and the train and her slipper fell off the other foot into the gap. Su Ann was strapped onto Ipa, so when Ipa fell, the back of Su Ann's head hit the ground. Su Ann screamed in pain, and Ipa struggled to unwedge her foot and get up. Mommy quickly pulled her up. The seats in the train were all taken. No one came forth to offer any assistance, no one offered their seat to Ipa and a crying Su Ann; everyone just stared at us blankly. What has become of the world or is it just Hong Kong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2230 hrs: Ipa threw her remaining slipper in the bin, and walked through Tsim Sha Tsui Station barefooted. She was very self-conscious, so Daddy lent her his flip flops and walked the rest of the way barefooted himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223711584053688738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SH5aAmCc-aI/AAAAAAAABSs/GtqJWQEJfZk/s320/P7100094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;11 JULY 2008 (FRIDAY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1130 hrs: Yesterday's dim sum experience was wonderful, and we wanted more. Mommy had read online recommendations about Super Star Seafood Restaurant (&lt;a href="http://www.superstarrest.com.hk/"&gt;http://www.superstarrest.com.hk/&lt;/a&gt;), so we decided to have brunch there today. Online reviews said their dim sum was served from trolleys, which we deemed essential for a fulfilling dim sum experience. The restaurant was also within walking distance of our hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enroute, we browsed through the shops in the underground passage. Daddy was looking for a pair of rubber boots, but we didn't see any on sale. As if the heart of Tsim Sha Tsui would sell fishmonger-type things! I was hungry and impatient to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223701033787367442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SH5QafO8oBI/AAAAAAAABP8/wiCfpEQ630w/s320/P7110109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1220 hrs: Super Star Seafood Restaurant was relatively quiet and we got ourselves a table upon arrival. Much to our dismay, they didn't serve dim sum from pushcarts and their menus were all written in unabridged Chinese (we use the abridged version in Singapore, just like China). We were very lost. The captain came forward to offer his recommendations, but none of what he described sounded tasty. We ended up ordering pan-fried pork and pineapple buns, carrot cake, chee cheong fun, deep-fried chicken cutlet, vegetables in oyster sauce, and an egg white with coconut dessert shaped like rabbits. There wasn't anything else we wanted to try, and we made up our mind to go elsewhere for Round Two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223701042154812018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SH5Qa-Z5snI/AAAAAAAABQE/i0jIju9NO0Q/s320/P7110111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The captain seemed unhappy that we didn't order more, and he snatched the chair away from Mommy when we were leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1315 hrs: We walked down Nathan Road. Daddy spotted a pair of red patent shoes at Giordano's concept store, and we stopped for him to shop. He ended up buying that pair of shoes, bermudas and t-shirts from the store. I busied myself with the legos in the store's children's play area, whilst I waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223701050905228594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SH5QbfAKdTI/AAAAAAAABQM/eGFONAu7BsQ/s320/P7110115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1340 hrs: We checked out Cameron Road, then turned back to walk towards Star House along Salisbury Road. We were still very hungry from our last meal and we wanted to have more dim sum at Jade Garden Restaurant in that building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way, we passed The Peninsula Hotel, well-regarded as THE place to go to swap gossip over a cup of English tea and scones. Nah, we'd much rather "yum cha" at a noisy and boisterous dim sum restaurant. That didn't stop us from borrowing the fancy washrooms in The Peninsula Hotel though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223692017857974210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SH5INsR3z8I/AAAAAAAABN8/mNlNIagbtO0/s320/080711+1411_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1430 hrs: We took our time in walking to the Jade Garden Restaurant. Mommy had found out that they served dim sum at a discount after 1430 hrs every day. We reached there on the dot, and placed our order. They didn't serve from trolleys either, but with the discount they offered, the restaurant was definitely well worth the visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had steamed buns with creamy duck's egg, deep-fried prawn puffs with mayonnaise, deep-fried salmon rolls, yam puffs, carrot cake, coconut cream jelly, walnut cream, black glutinous rice with coconut cream, and double-boiled milk with red bean. I really wanted bean curd in syrup, but they didn't have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223692016679434482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SH5INn44uPI/AAAAAAAABOE/UhyXtkWwVrA/s320/080711+1512_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223692026465090082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SH5IOMV9-iI/AAAAAAAABOU/XAkoS6rY5S8/s320/080711+1544_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223692020639638082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SH5IN2pEokI/AAAAAAAABOM/ulefTJSHuto/s320/080711+1548_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1555 hrs: We chanced upon an outdoor shop called Outdoor Depot (&lt;a href="http://www.outdoordepot.com.hk/"&gt;http://www.outdoordepot.com.hk/&lt;/a&gt;) in Star House and Daddy bought me a new parka, snow pants, and gloves, in preparation for my trip to Whistler in January 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223692928808529618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SH5JCt1aLtI/AAAAAAAABOc/jjuiEvqueGE/s320/080711+1715.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1740 hrs: We crossed the road and caught the Star Ferry to Central. Daddy wanted to check out the Hoods store (&lt;a href="http://www.neighborhood.jp/"&gt;http://www.neighborhood.jp/&lt;/a&gt;) on On Lan Street, Central. Opened in April 2008, the store was very new. However, the jeans were sold out and the store only had a few t-shirts left to sell. Wow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223692935724781826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SH5JDHmX0QI/AAAAAAAABOk/XmU9sQcuzH8/s320/080711+1757_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1900 hrs: Mommy was keen to try the wanton noodles from Mak's Noodles along Wellington Road, Central. Anthony Bourdain had featured the noodle shop in his "No Reservations" show and had proclaimed that shop as having Hong Kong's best wanton noodles. We walked a long way to the noodle shop. Daddy ordered beef brisket noodle soup for everyone, a bowl of wanton, a bowl of shrimp dumplings (shuijiao) and a plate of vegetables. The noodle was served in rice bowls. Three mouthfuls and it was gone. The noodles were very long and springy, the wantons were very good and the broth was flavourful. A must-try in Hong Kong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223694192751212370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SH5KMSY091I/AAAAAAAABO8/Aolao_QeTB4/s320/080711+1931_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223692946231797138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SH5JDuvcJZI/AAAAAAAABO0/zjMeXi5B8SM/s320/080711+1929_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223692940530747826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SH5JDZgNCbI/AAAAAAAABOs/hXMj5qflUuE/s320/080711+1928_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1955 hrs: We were the last customers out of the noodle shop. They had already pulled their shutters down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried to make a dash for the Symphony of Lights show, which can be seen from Victoria Harbour at 2000 hrs each night, but didn't manage to make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223702298801498194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SH5RkHx0aFI/AAAAAAAABQs/PVs8WHjCoto/s320/080711+2100_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2030 hrs: We ended up catching the Star Ferry back to Tsim Sha Tsui, then taking the MTR to Yau Ma Tei Station. It was our last night in Hong Kong, and we didn't want to miss out on visiting the night market in Temple Street, Yau Ma Tei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223694198510887970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SH5KMn2CpCI/AAAAAAAABPE/a11K3vnf9Yo/s320/080711+2041_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223701059200918626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SH5Qb96ApGI/AAAAAAAABQU/GTxwzJdJo4I/s320/P7110123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2130 hrs: The Temple Street Night Market was unexpectedly small. Ten minutes and we were through. We were all feeling extremely thirsty from our last meal. Daddy bought Ribena for all of us, and Su Ann insisted on trying some too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223701064795801730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SH5QcSv7yII/AAAAAAAABQc/SoI_jhO0Y74/s320/P7110126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223695169994971634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SH5LFK55WfI/AAAAAAAABPk/4i2e2WSRkB4/s320/080711+2227_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223695171961137410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SH5LFSOqqQI/AAAAAAAABPs/I7_PeEe3xas/s320/080711+2230.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2145 hrs: We spotted a Hui Lau Shan, a popular dessert joint with branches all over Hong Kong, in the neighbourhood and decided to sample some of its famous desserts. At the recommendation of the waitress, we ordered several bowls of this and that to try. Mango was the main ingredient in most of their desserts. The desserts were ok. Much like what we can find at dessert stalls in Singapore food courts. Certainly not in the "die die must try" category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223694202977318914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SH5KM4e6-AI/AAAAAAAABPU/FiLq6XJ61C0/s320/080711+2157_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223695163549928738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SH5LEy5RzSI/AAAAAAAABPc/Yu2F0n2TPv4/s320/080711+2206_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2215 hrs: There was still one more item which Mommy wanted to try before calling it a night - the oyster cakes from the "dai pai dong" in the Temple Street Night Market. Mommy saw many locals munching on those oyster cakes and thought they looked delicious. Mommy got some from the dai pai dong. Her verdict, well, far too greasy with hardly any oyster taste. She thinks the oyster omelette in Singapore hawker centres beat the oyster cakes hands down. I haven't begun to eat oysters yet, so can't comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223695175536981298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SH5LFfjNtTI/AAAAAAAABP0/OiPKXUyePXY/s320/080711+2233_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2330 hrs: Once back at the hotel, Mommy and Ipa got Su Ann and me ready for bed. It had been a long day for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223702292932706194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SH5Rjx6lv5I/AAAAAAAABQk/54uF9U8jDb4/s320/P7110132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12 JULY 2008 (SATURDAY)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;0815 hrs: We were meant to check out of the hotel and leave for the airport at 0800 hrs, but we were late in getting up. Mommy dragged me out of bed. I didn't even have time to brush my teeth before sprinting downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0835 hrs: We were in front of the hotel waiting for the free Airport Express Shuttle Bus to take us to Kowloon Station to catch the Airport Express. The bus is supposed to make its round to the hotel every 24 mins. The concierge had informed Mommy that the bus would be here in 10 mins, but as the minutes ticked by and no bus appeared, we grew increasingly nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0900 hrs: We had already paid for the return trip to the airport by Airport Express, but my parents agreed that we should forgo the tickets and take a cab straight to the airport instead. We quickly hopped into a cab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0930 hrs: We arrived at Terminal Two of Hong Kong International Airport to find a long queue at the Jetstar Asia check-in counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1010 hrs: Boarding was to be at Gate 11, and there was a sign which said that the gate would be closed at 1050 hrs. Our flight was scheduled for take off at 1110 hrs. We had a few minutes to spare, so we headed to the Krispy Kreme doughnut shop for breakfast. We selected a dozen sinfully sweet donuts and the nice man at the counter gave me a free stick of chocolate coated yam ice-cream. So sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223691011685662962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SH5HTH_swPI/AAAAAAAABNc/Hb9oQARXZUI/s320/P7120146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1030 hrs: Time passed really quickly when we were having breakfast, and somehow we neglected to check our watches. At 1030 hrs, it suddenly dawned on us that we might miss our flight. We sprinted to the customs checkpoint, only to find long queues at the customs checkpoint and the security checkpoint thereafter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1050 hrs: Gate 11 was supposed to be closed by 1050 hrs, and we were not anywhere near it. We still had to catch an in-terminal train to the gate. Mommy broke out in cold sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1105 hrs: We made a mad dash for Gate 11, and were the last ones there. Fortunately, we were still allowed to board the aircraft. *Phew*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1140 hrs: Take off was delayed by 30 mins. Don't know if it was due to us though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223691030076824258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SH5HUMgfmsI/AAAAAAAABNs/K4V5ezkTbJY/s320/P7120166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1510 hrs: We were back on home ground. Ah Gong and Ah Ma came to pick us up and I had lots to tell them about my adventures in Hong Kong. Once we got used to the general lack of civic mindedness and were able to laugh it off, the trip became a lot more enjoyable. Hong Kong is truly a vibrant and fascinating city. We didn't have sufficient time to cover all that we wanted to do. We shall return one day.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223691035447348322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SH5HUgg7TGI/AAAAAAAABN0/fjjQZmudsrw/s320/P7120176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35166276-6468028495367865723?l=adventures-of-jinjin.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventures-of-jinjin.blogspot.com/feeds/6468028495367865723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35166276&amp;postID=6468028495367865723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35166276/posts/default/6468028495367865723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35166276/posts/default/6468028495367865723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventures-of-jinjin.blogspot.com/2008/07/trip-to-hong-kong-8-to-12-july-2008-8.html' title=''/><author><name>jinjin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12197167489045969061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02827223575552294840'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SH7BCA45htI/AAAAAAAABWc/NOU7fl9A4Mk/s72-c/P7080004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35166276.post-5399691669407776175</id><published>2008-07-13T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T22:35:12.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PASSING OF A GRAND OLD DAME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day after we returned from Bali, Ah Ma received a phone call telling her that her mother i.e. my maternal great grandmother ("Lau Ma") had been admitted to Alexandra Hospital. Lau Ma had not been able to swallow anything. That night, Lau Ma passed away at the ripe old age of 96 years old. She did not suffer from any disease. Old age had just caused her organs to shut down one by one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lau Ma left behind 2 sons, 3 daughters, 10 grandchildren and 15 great grandchildren. The wake was held at the Diamond Room of Singapore Casket from 30 June to 4 July. Hundreds of relatives and friends came to pay their last respects, and many more sent wreaths.&lt;br /&gt;The cremation was on 4 July at Mandai Crematorium. Thereafter, the family hosted dinner at Singapore Island Country Club for all relatives and friends who attended the cremation ceremony to give thanks for their help during this difficult period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lau Ma had always played the pivotal role in keeping the family together. She would organise family dinners every month or so and made sure that everyone attend them. I do hope that this tradition will live on even after her passing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35166276-5399691669407776175?l=adventures-of-jinjin.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventures-of-jinjin.blogspot.com/feeds/5399691669407776175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35166276&amp;postID=5399691669407776175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35166276/posts/default/5399691669407776175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35166276/posts/default/5399691669407776175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventures-of-jinjin.blogspot.com/2008/07/passing-of-grand-old-dame-day-after-we.html' title=''/><author><name>jinjin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12197167489045969061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02827223575552294840'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35166276.post-7199819442370925626</id><published>2008-07-13T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T21:42:34.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"BAK CHANG" IN BALI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For almost 2 weeks before our trip to Bali, Su Ann and I were both down with the flu. Fever, blocked nose and cough resulted in a loss of appetite. Su Ann, who is usually as plump as a "Bak Chang" i.e. glutinous rice dumpling stuffed with meat shed some of her fat, but she was as jolly as ever when we arrived in Bali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feast your eyes on some pictures of a "Diet Bak Chang" on our trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chuckling during our drive up to Pacung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222404729084351106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SHm1bn5kkoI/AAAAAAAABJk/jgESw4HgO1o/s320/080622+1555canon_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking very very lost on the beach at Nusa Dua. It's her first time on sand after all.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222404731598005026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SHm1bxQ34yI/AAAAAAAABJ0/EYp_QGzJT-A/s320/080623+1515canon_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asleep on Ipa's shoulder on the way to Tampak Siring. Note the remarkable fish lips!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222409815257275186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SHm6DrXsWzI/AAAAAAAABLM/mih5sid1rR8/s320/P6240343.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy in Pura Tirtal Empul, the holy spring water temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222412005316657698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SHm8DJ-igiI/AAAAAAAABLU/aygOl3UiYa8/s320/P6240367.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222408245896416962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SHm4oVC6DsI/AAAAAAAABKc/zVTEYp5RS4Y/s320/080624+1221canon_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even happier in Kintamani. Diet Bak Chang thrives in cool weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222408248321150322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SHm4oeFAjXI/AAAAAAAABKk/icTdG9j0wfM/s320/080624+1449canon_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222409800880629026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SHm6C10CJSI/AAAAAAAABK0/pNgl9QHt9L0/s320/080624+1507canon_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surfer chick at sundown in Kuta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222409803457526946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SHm6C_aafKI/AAAAAAAABK8/CEf8MSeRTZk/s320/080624+1723canon_9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning world! Happiest on the super king bed in Villa Jepun, Tanjung Benoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222412007710542946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SHm8DS5STGI/AAAAAAAABLc/LOURv631Mdk/s320/080625+1002_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222412017314225378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SHm8D2q-3OI/AAAAAAAABLs/fMp6Dp-8B60/s320/IMG_4502.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing with me at Bebek Bengil Restaurant, Ubud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222414425931577058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SHm-QDeG9uI/AAAAAAAABL0/bxfJzvviook/s320/IMG_4570.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asleep in Pasar Ubud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222414426065950770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SHm-QD-JWDI/AAAAAAAABL8/0sBPKsiSzx0/s320/080626+1156canon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All smiles in Ubud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222420751255114642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SHnEAPIwk5I/AAAAAAAABNM/k6HY0b1ju1k/s320/P6260533.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222414431172624738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SHm-QW_rAWI/AAAAAAAABME/21PvcBaN4Hg/s320/080626+1237_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222414434772101682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SHm-QkZ2qjI/AAAAAAAABMM/rUR3THBDBQA/s320/080626+1302canon_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222419373860895394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SHnCwD8YuqI/AAAAAAAABM0/kgVRolLHjNU/s320/080626+1308canon_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222419972158633586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SHnDS4xrtnI/AAAAAAAABM8/0B9lF7hwaG0/s320/080626+1335canon_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewell Bali, Island of Gods.&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222422303568553266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SHnFal9H5TI/AAAAAAAABNU/CejSftuNMAU/s320/080627+1906.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35166276-7199819442370925626?l=adventures-of-jinjin.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventures-of-jinjin.blogspot.com/feeds/7199819442370925626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35166276&amp;postID=7199819442370925626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35166276/posts/default/7199819442370925626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35166276/posts/default/7199819442370925626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventures-of-jinjin.blogspot.com/2008/07/bak-chang-in-bali-for-almost-2-weeks.html' title=''/><author><name>jinjin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12197167489045969061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02827223575552294840'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SHm1bn5kkoI/AAAAAAAABJk/jgESw4HgO1o/s72-c/080622+1555canon_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35166276.post-7547655835831783747</id><published>2008-06-28T12:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T17:44:09.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TRIP TO BALI (21 TO 28 JUNE 2008)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21 JUNE 2008 (SATURDAY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0400 hrs: Mommy had pre-booked a van from Maxi Combi (&lt;a href="http://www.maxicombi.sg/"&gt;http://www.maxicombi.sg/&lt;/a&gt;) to take us to the airport at 0400 hrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0420 hrs: No van was in sight, and Mommy's frantic calls to the booking hotline went unanswered. Grrr... unreliable! Running out of time, Daddy picked up our luggage and started stuffing everything into the back of our Honda Odyssey. Then the 7 of us (Ah Gong, Ah Ma, Daddy, Mommy, Ipa, Su Ann and I) crammed ourselves into the car and moved off to the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0445 hrs: We were at Lionair's check-in counter at Terminal One. The counter staff issued us front row seats, as we were travelling with an infant. Mommy was surprised to learn that the flight was only half full, considering the fact that Lionair (&lt;a href="http://www.lionair.co.id/"&gt;http://www.lionair.co.id/&lt;/a&gt;) was running a S$9.00 promo for flights to and from Denpasar. Taxes and surcharges included, return air tickets cost about S$200.00 each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0500 hrs: We were in the transit area of Terminal One looking for something to eat. There were few passengers in the transit area, and most of the stalls in the 24-hr foodcourt were shut. We ended up at Burger King, which had a play area for energetic kids like me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0540 hrs: Done with breakfast! Our plane was at the opposite end of the sprawling terminal. By the time we got there, we were hungry again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0605 hrs: We were on the aircraft. Su Ann was sound asleep in Ipa's arms, and all of us prayed that she would remain that way throughout the flight. Those of us who travelled to and from Bangkok with her know that her screams on board can be unbearably loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0620 hrs: Our flight had taken off on time. The flight to Denpasar was pleasant. Fortunately for everyone on board, Su Ann didn't fuss during this flight. The scenery from the window was breathtaking. We saw the sunrise, and flew over volcanoes and ricefields. The air crew even offered us drinks and a snack box each. We really didn't expect perks like that for flying on S$9.00 tickets! The aircraft was also brand new. I won't hesitate to fly with Lionair again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222145400690327538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SHjJkuWWP_I/AAAAAAAABIE/XDSAZAC64ig/s320/080621+0823canon_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0850 hrs: We arrived safely in Denpasar. A bus scooped us off the tarmac and drove us to the terminal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222145399371305362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SHjJkpb3kZI/AAAAAAAABIM/jFMBStul1kw/s320/080621+0851canon_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0930 hrs: After visiting the loo, we stood in line at the customs checkpoint. The queue moved really slowly as the immigration officers took their time with things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1000 hrs: It was our turn at the counter, but we were denied entry because none of us had filled up the arrival and departure card. Not our fault really since no one told us we had to! Ah Gong ran around looking for the cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1015 hrs: We were back at the counter again after filling up all the cards. No more problems at the counter. Our luggage was already waiting for us in a heap at the baggage claim. Just as we were moving off with our luggage, Mommy froze when she suddenly noticed that her breastpump bag was missing! There was panic all around when Daddy remembered that he had left it in the cabin of the aircraft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy went to look for help, whilst Mommy tried to remain calm. Su Ann was strapped to Ipa, moving her arms and legs about and babbling happily. Clearly oblivious to the fact that she might have to go hungry for a few days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1030 hrs: Much to our relief, the airport officials managed to locate the breastpump bag on board and they returned it to us. We thanked the officials profusely and moved outside the terminal to look for our ride to the villa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222145404182437506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SHjJk7W7noI/AAAAAAAABIU/WAS5Bn8vWRE/s320/080621+0957_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy had booked a 3-bedroom villa in Seminyak called Azur Villa (&lt;a href="http://www.azurvillabali.com/"&gt;http://www.azurvillabali.com/&lt;/a&gt;) and it included airport transfers. We looked for a sign with our names on it, but none of them did. Urgh! Just when we thought we had enough drama for a morning, we had to be stood up! Mommy rang the villa's owner and he promptly got in touch with his driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1050 hrs: The villa's driver arrived to pick us up. He explained that he had been given the wrong flight number and had been waiting at the domestic terminal since 0800 hrs. Poor bloke! We crammed everything into his 7-seater Toyota Kijang and climbed in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1130 hrs: After twisting and turning down narrow lanes, we were at Azur Villa. The owner, Alex, was waiting for us there and he showed us around the house. Alex was a Frenchman who married an Indonesian, and they have an 11-mth old son. He told us that he had bought the land, designed and built the villa himself. There was a free-form swimming pool in the garden, and in true Balinese style, there was an open concept living area, kitchen and dining area. The 3 bedrooms and bathrooms were very spacious. Mommy said she had never seen bathrooms of that large size in her life before! A maid would come in twice a day to clean and do the evening turn-down service. For USD200.00 per night for this 3-bedroom villa in Seminyak, it was a steal! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222151885898299890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SHjPeNoaufI/AAAAAAAABJU/UozzdJ5aBgk/s320/080621+1151canon_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222151879678614162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SHjPd2dh2pI/AAAAAAAABJE/jylmh70JFOU/s320/080621+1044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222151883024473266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SHjPeC7PnLI/AAAAAAAABJM/AnsRs8zr8cw/s320/080621+1046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222151895101395122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SHjPev6m0LI/AAAAAAAABJc/FhhzLA7wCMw/s320/080623+0739canon_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1200 hrs: It was lunch time and we were all hungry. Alex said it was a 5-min walk to Jln Dhyana Pura, where there were cafes and bars. Alex was heading off so he offered to drive Daddy there to buy lunch from a warung he recommended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1230 hrs: Daddy was back at the villa, without lunch but with a helmut in his hand. Jln Dhyana Pura was not a 5-min walk away; more like a 5-min ride away, so he rented a motorbike from there for Rp50,000 a day (about S$8.00). Daddy needed a pillion to help him carry all the food back, so Ipa went with him. She had been riding motorbikes on Indonesian roads since she was 14 years old, and was happy to go along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1345 hrs: Daddy and Ipa were finally back with lunch. There was nasi goreng, mee goreng, nasi ayam, tempe and vegetables. Only the nasi goreng was decent. Everyone, including Ipa, was disappointed with the food, and there were lots of leftovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222145404275658386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SHjJk7tKDpI/AAAAAAAABIc/1C2fVQurAPE/s320/080621+1244canon_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1430 hrs: After lunch, we dozed off one by one. None of us had had a good night's sleep and we were exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1800 hrs: We awoke to find the sun setting. Daddy hailed a taxi to take us to Seminyak Beach, where we could catch what remained of the sunset. Dewa, the taxi driver, offered to take us around for the evening for Rp150,000 (less than S$25.00). He had expected us to bargain, but Daddy didn't bother because the sun was setting fast and we really didn't want to miss it. Dewa had a car which was big enough for 4 passengers, but he squeezed all 7 of us into it anyway. It was an extremely tight fit! Mommy told Dewa to drive us to Ku De Ta, the beachside bar which was famous for its sundown cocktails and chill music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1815 hrs: We stood on the beach by Ku De Ta and watched as the orangey sky turn dark. We snapped pictures and enjoyed the view until the touts on the beach started approaching us with their wooden carvings, frangipani hairclips and other knick knacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222147566968765986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SHjLi0XX_iI/AAAAAAAABIk/OQFjRD-4Vfw/s320/080621+1838canon_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1830 hrs: We asked Dewa where we could go for a good Indonesian meal, and he suggested Made's Warung (&lt;a href="http://www.madeswarung.com/"&gt;http://www.madeswarung.com/&lt;/a&gt;). Lonely Planet had listed Made's Warung as a very popular place for Indonesian food too, so we decided to give the place a shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we sat down and the menu was handed to us, we realised Made's Warung wasn't a restaurant which specialised in Indonesian food at all. In fact, the selection of Indonesian food available was limited. There was nasi goreng, mee goreng, gado-gado and a few other things. The rest of the menu featured Western and Japanese food. Prices were steep for that sort of fare, which tasted very average. To be fair, the restaurant had a lively ambience and I had fun watching children perform traditional Balinese dance in the courtyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222147571370251538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SHjLjEwxVRI/AAAAAAAABIs/ok7G3CbgZso/s320/080621+2006canon_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222147575107264050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SHjLjSrvnjI/AAAAAAAABI0/ESO-LEth2_A/s320/080621+2017canon_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2000 hrs: After dinner, Dewa drove us to Legian and Kuta. He showed us the site of the Bali bomb blasts back in 2002, and where a memorial had been erected. He dropped us off at Matahari Shopping Centre in Kuta, so we could take a walk around the area. We did some window shopping (there was a surf shop with live mannequins!), bought a dozen donuts from Dunkin Donuts, and some groceries from a mini mart before calling it a night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222147582859177346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SHjLjvj8bYI/AAAAAAAABI8/nQexHBVdLqw/s320/080621+2051canon_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2200 hrs: We were back at Azur Villa. Dinner hadn't been substantial, so we stuffed our faces with donuts, before going to bed. We had to shroud our bed with a mosquito net that night as the number of mozzies at this villa was overwhelming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;22 JUNE 2008 (SUNDAY)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0800 hrs: Breakfast was included in the cost of the villa, and it was served at the Bali Agung Village hotel next door. It was low season in Bali and it was very quiet at the hotel. There was only one other person having breakfast there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ordered eggs (scrambled and hardboiled), toasts, bacon and sausage (tiny beef sausages split open and fried to look like frangipanis), pineapple and watermelon juice. The service at breakfast was super slow. Mommy had pre-booked transportation by Made Wijaya (&lt;a href="http://www.baliprivatetours.com/"&gt;http://www.baliprivatetours.com/&lt;/a&gt;) for 0900 hrs, but it wasn't till 0945 hrs that we were ready to leave. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220499231251652754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SHLwZDT0YJI/AAAAAAAABFc/bpy0WlI8ZZU/s320/080622+0908_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220486074278862626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SHLkbNxD3yI/AAAAAAAABDs/180aKwewU2k/s320/P6230259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0945 hrs: Made Wijaya was waiting for us at the hotel's lobby. He drove a champagne-coloured Toyota Kijang. It was just right for the 7 of us. The plan for the day was to visit the cool mountain retreat of Bedugul, and travel further north to GitGit Waterfalls. However, after an hour of travelling, we realised that Ipa had left behind a bottle of Su Ann's milk in the villa's fridge so we had to scrap the idea of going to the falls. The fourth time in four trips that Ipa has forgotten something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1100 hrs: We stopped for some sightseeing at Pacung. Saranam Eco Resort was just by the side of the road, so we wandered in to have a look at the beautiful rice terraces from the resort's lookout point. There was a restaurant in the resort. Daddy had a look at the menu, whilst the rest of us borrowed their washroom. The restaurant had a great view and it was clean enough. We decided to have lunch there on our way back from Bedugul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220499237841474594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SHLwZb29FCI/AAAAAAAABFk/1TZSQnBwIdI/s320/080622+1116canon_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1145 hrs: We were at Pura Ulun Danu Bratan, a Hindu temple floating on Lake Bratan in Bedugul. The drive up to the mountain retreat was very pleasant. It was a gentle climb all the way up, and the road wasn't too winding. Once we alighted, we could feel the refreshingly cool mountain breeze and see mist swirling at the top of the mountain range. There was only a handful of foreign tourists. Most were locals dressed in traditional Balinese wear who were either there for fishing at the lake or for a prayer session at the temple. The setting was just perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220499238861709410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SHLwZfqMoGI/AAAAAAAABFs/oGBLBYFcMyE/s320/080622+1155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220499240337668738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SHLwZlKF-oI/AAAAAAAABF8/NpoOKnrFh2E/s320/080622+1200canon_5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220499240018586850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SHLwZj-BLOI/AAAAAAAABF0/vLOILfXtnuk/s320/080622+1158.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220500331867384194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SHLxZHbDqYI/AAAAAAAABGE/wriJSD0k6rk/s320/080622+1212canon_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220500336696610178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SHLxZZabzYI/AAAAAAAABGM/6RwopZS9Tow/s320/080622+1212_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220501919063703186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SHLy1gMJfpI/AAAAAAAABGk/7QyCGm4Pmjo/s320/080622+1228canon_5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220500339175564978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SHLxZipdprI/AAAAAAAABGc/uY4ErPqgayk/s320/080622+1226canon_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220500336115682274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SHLxZXP7i-I/AAAAAAAABGU/pNnAaY82HT4/s320/080622+1223canon_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220501934181271298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SHLy2YgdRwI/AAAAAAAABG8/eIenPVk6HCc/s320/080622+1247_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220501936072525346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SHLy2fjXhiI/AAAAAAAABHE/BpLp_bbnoAw/s320/080622+1252.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220501929651895394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SHLy2HokfGI/AAAAAAAABG0/-Rw4VT6IWQs/s320/080622+1246_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220501921194035554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SHLy1oIDyWI/AAAAAAAABGs/q6H3m05yveM/s320/080622+1236canon_11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1300 hrs: We were ready to head back to Saranam Eco Resort for lunch. Enroute, we came across a busy market selling local produce and decided to make a detour. Ah Ma, Daddy and Ipa love corn, and they couldn't resist buying when they saw women balancing pots of steaming hot corn on their heads. Ah Ma sent Ipa to bargain in Bahasa with the sellers and Ipa came back with corns, peanuts, strawberries and bananas at a rock bottom price. The cool climate in Bedugul made it a perfect place to grow strawberries. The strawberries we bought were fresh and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220506032370283010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SHL2k7c28gI/AAAAAAAABHM/3mXJZ-EsD4Y/s320/080622+1312_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220506034036406386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SHL2lBqF-HI/AAAAAAAABHU/7PX9po4UQwM/s320/080622+1327.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220506040624973266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SHL2laM7hdI/AAAAAAAABHc/aXZOt3eqb64/s320/080622+1330canon_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1430 hrs: We were back at Saranam Eco Resort. The restaurant was empty, so we picked the table with the best view of the rice terraces. Ah Ma and Daddy were very impressed with the ikan bakkar at the restaurant. The fish was fresh, grilled to a crisp, served with the best sambal chilli Daddy had ever tasted, and only cost about S$5.00. An impossible find in Singapore! It was the first meal in Bali which Daddy was happy with, and he said the ikan bakkar alone was worth the trip to Pacung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220506043101248514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SHL2ljbUfAI/AAAAAAAABHk/nDe4pAzvdbk/s320/P6220207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we wandered about the resort's grounds to get closer to the rice terraces. The resort had an unique elevator which went up and down the hillside. We didn't see anyone using the elevator though. In fact, the rooms and villas at the resort looked unoccupied. One whole portion was left undeveloped and Made Wijaya told us that the owner actually ran of out of funds. Such a pity because the resort had a lovely design and a commanding view of the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1615 hrs: We had spent an unexpectedly long time in Pacung and it was time to head back to Azur Villa. Traffic crawled to a halt at one stage because of a road accident; the only one we came across in accident-prone Bali during our week-long stay. We also passed cremation grounds where last rites were being performed for all to see. Tourists had parked their vehicles along the road to witness the ceremony, but Daddy felt it was too morbid to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1745 hrs: We were back at our villa. Daddy paid Made Wijaya the agreed rate of Rp400,000 (less than S$60.00) for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1915 hrs: We still needed to head out for dinner, so Daddy rang Dewa (the driver we used the night before) and made arrangements for him to drive us around for the evening. He seemed like a trustworthy and friendly chap the night before, but this evening's service was a different story altogether. The agreed rate had been Rp150,000 the previous night, but when we got into the car this evening, he wanted more than double the amount to drive us to Ubud for dinner. He made no mention of the price difference when Daddy rang him earlier to say we would like to go to Ubud. We decided to go somewhere else instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dewa suggested driving to nearby Denpasar instead. He said he knew of a good food area in Denpasar where locals frequented. He said the place served excellent Babi Guling (Balinese suckling pig) and was clean. Since we hadn't really visited Denpasar yet, we went along with his suggestion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2000 hrs: Dewa took us to Warung Babi Guling Chandra, which was very local indeed. Once there, he parked his vehicle and walked off to have kopi with the warung's parking officer. Daddy didn't quite know what to order and pork dishes weren't something which Muslim Ipa would know anything about. It didn't occur to Daddy to check the prices first before ordering 4 portions of Babi Guling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food arrived in a jiffy. Two small slices of suckling pig's skin, shredded pork, sliced pork, offal and two sticks of pork satay, served with rice and a bowl of thin, oxtail soup. Everything was stone cold and tough. The shredded pork tasted like it had bits of shredded pig's ear mixed in it. Cold, rubbery texture. The bill came up to Rp150,000 (about S$20.00). Ipa, who had gone round the corner to buy mee goreng with chicken balls, paid only about S$1.00 for her meal. Her dinner tasted a lot better too. We felt so ripped off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220515605346308658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SHL_SJkM0jI/AAAAAAAABH8/V9cMFTTbYio/s320/080622+1937canon_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2045 hrs: We quizzed Dewa about how much a Babi Guling meal should have cost, but he was tight-lipped about the whole thing. He said he didn't know. Hmmm... so much for recommending the warung as THE place where locals went for Babi Guling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2100 hrs: Dewa dropped us off at Ramayana Shopping Centre where the shops were still open. There was a large supermarket in the building, so we stocked up on our groceries there. It was interesting that when the supermarket ran out of change, it would give customers sweets instead. Ah Gong said he preferred that to having a pocketful of Indonesian coins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Ma noticed that the supermarket had a wide selection of keropok and emping on sale and it cost about S$2.00 per kilo. Ipa said she was sure that prices were lower at local produce markets. Ipa took Ah Ma round to the fresh fruits section in the supermarket and proudly showed her how much she had saved us with her excellent bargaining skills at the market earlier today. For a moment, we forgave her for making us miss Gitgit Waterfalls by forgetting Su Ann's milk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2145 hrs: Dewa took us back. The evening wasn't all bad. We did have our most adventurous meal to date!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2230 hrs: We were back at our villa. Daddy paid Rp150,000 to Dewa and vowed never to use him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I enjoyed my donut whilst Daddy and Mommy took the motorbike out to Jln Laksmana (also known as Jln Oberoi) in search of supper. Jln Laksmana in Seminyak is well-known as Bali's "Eat Street". It was there that Daddy and Mommy discovered 2 really good value and classy restaurants - Ultimo Italian Restaurant and Rumours. A seafood pizza which would normally be upwards of S$16.00 in Singapore was only Rp32,000 (i.e. less than S$5.00). Lamb shanks, prime beef ribs, etc. which would normally cost S$30.00 onwards in Singapore was less than S$10.00 at Rumours. Daddy and Mommy couldn't believe their eyes. They kicked themselves for letting Dewa take them on a wild goose chase for good, affordable food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220515600936755602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SHL_R5I4YZI/AAAAAAAABH0/j9TM-2YJLzg/s320/P6220250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2330 hrs: I was already in bed when Daddy and Mommy returned with the haul of takeaway food from Ultimo and Rumours. Ah Gong and Ah Ma joined in the feast whilst I snoozed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23 JUNE 2008 (MONDAY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0800 hrs: Grandpa Eddy and Grandma Nancy were flying in from Singapore today, and we were shifting to a villa which could accommodate all of us. Mommy had booked Villa Jepun (&lt;a href="http://www.villajepun.com/"&gt;http://www.villajepun.com/&lt;/a&gt;) in Tanjung Benoa, and the driver from Villa Jepun was due to pick us up at 0900 hrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast was served as slowly as yesterday, even though we went over to the restaurant first thing in the morning to pre-order our breakfast and we were the only ones eating there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0930 hrs: We met Romi, Villa Jepun's driver, who said that Grandpa Eddy and Grandma Nancy were already on their way to Villa Jepun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1025 hrs: Villa Jepun was part of a complex of 5 villas with its own security post, jetty, 22-foot power boat with skipper, a small sailing catamaran and 4 canoes. It was in a really obscure corner of Tanjung Benoa. We had to travel on tiny, narrow, dirt roads and had to be led through a Balinese kampung complete with grazing cows before arriving at our whitewashed villa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Azur Villa, Villa Jepun had 3 bedrooms and 3 bathrooms, but the owner of Villa Jepun had agreed to provide an additional single bed for Ipa for an extra USD30 per night. In all, we paid USD290 per night plus 11% tax for a villa big enough for 9 persons. It was a very good deal indeed, considering how new the villa was, its size, and the services provided. Airport transfers were included. Butlers Gede and Putu were stationed at the villa for the day to prepare breakfast and clean for us. We had free, unlimited use of the villa's watercrafts, and only needed to pay for petrol consumption of the boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220491578089794626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SHLpblD17EI/AAAAAAAABE0/ilBEZFy4B1Q/s320/080627+1041_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220491566565441586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SHLpa6IOQDI/AAAAAAAABEk/1nM3gvMnBJM/s320/080625+0948.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220494570166357746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SHLsJvafDvI/AAAAAAAABFM/R2y0tPkU7mo/s320/P6250402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220487385126502642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SHLlnhDfgPI/AAAAAAAABEE/hr0VxcM_Ax8/s320/080623+1034_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220494558535531554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SHLsJEFevCI/AAAAAAAABFE/fM9VsAmNC3o/s320/P6230261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220494572754335234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SHLsJ5DgdgI/AAAAAAAABFU/npIgbuXA3kc/s320/IMG_4497.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220487392791599922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SHLln9m_mzI/AAAAAAAABEM/7hdR84FiAcU/s320/080623+1036_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220486079866771586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SHLkbilUmII/AAAAAAAABD0/5vOqTUPy32U/s320/P6230273.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The villa was managed by Villas of Excellence (&lt;a href="http://www.balivillaex.com/"&gt;http://www.balivillaex.com/&lt;/a&gt;), and we felt immediately that the villa was very professionally run. A baby high chair was placed in the dining area and a babycot was set up in Su Ann's room. Gede and Putu were always punctual, prepared our breakfast quickly and they kept the villa spick and span. Toiletries, fresh towels and frangipanis were provided each day. It was a truly luxurious experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa Eddy and Grandma Nancy were already at the villa enjoying their welcome drink when we got there. Villas of Excellence had arranged for VIP Express Clearance at the airport, so unlike us, they didn't have to go through the hassle of filling up the arrival and departure card and standing in line at the customs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1100 hrs: Romi showed us around the villa and introduced us to Wayan, the skipper of the power boat. Wayan said he could get the boat ready in half an hour if we were keen to go for a ride. Daddy went with Wayan to have a look at the boat and he was all smiles. The boat was in immaculate condition and new lifevests were available for everyone. Daddy told Wayan to get the boat ready. We were going for a spin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1230 hrs: We had all settled into our respective rooms and were ready to head out to sea. Wayan helped us on board the boat and steered us to Tanjung Benoa Harbour for some sightseeing. There were many Indonesian fishing boats in the harbour. Wayan also took us round to Bali's only marina to have a look at the fleet of sailing boats docked there. Thereafter, we went in the direction of Nusa Dua. Enroute, we passed many jetskis, banana boats, speedboats pulling parasails and surf kites, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220487391065761762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SHLln3LhZ-I/AAAAAAAABEU/VABXcHeCKq4/s320/080623+1157canon_5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220478594581623842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SHLdn1uRdCI/AAAAAAAABCM/Wix5Yn2WWck/s320/080623+1156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220487387058163058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SHLlnoQCTXI/AAAAAAAABD8/FY0ywj97HUo/s320/P6230280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220478600499339810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SHLdoLxKoiI/AAAAAAAABCc/sG83mPiscAY/s320/080623+1202canon_7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220478598841387570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SHLdoFl4SjI/AAAAAAAABCU/8fghCBp8y3g/s320/080623+1203canon_09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1300 hrs: Wayan stopped the boat at one end of the beach in Nusa Dua. He said that if we were to go any further, the sea would be very choppy. We got off the boat and used the beach promenade to walk to the Grand Hyatt for lunch instead. Mommy had read online that the stretch of beach between the Grand Hyatt and Amannusa Resort was Bali's best beach, and she wanted to see that beach. The beach was as others had described. Calm blue seas and powdery white sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220302466172200146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SHI9b0RKJNI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/ZtwByrsKxxY/s320/P6270606.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220296838774797650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SHI4UQlENVI/AAAAAAAAA7A/-XrXwkBKOpU/s320/080627+1405_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220296842500870130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SHI4Uedbj_I/AAAAAAAAA7I/Mv_CrZs1TJI/s320/080627+1417_6.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220480529152340770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SHLfYcj38yI/AAAAAAAABCs/WKEA55bbpZk/s320/080623+1514canon_07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1340 hrs: The Grand Hyatt had sprawling grounds and it took us quite a while to find the resort's Balinese restaurant. Prices weren't cheap, but that was to be expected of the Hyatt. The waitress gave me a set of crayons to colour a Balinese picture, whilst we waited for the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220486061078451330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SHLkacl1lII/AAAAAAAABDU/0Cg8WWYI418/s320/080623+1400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1445 hrs: We hurried back towards the boat. Wayan had warned that the tide would recede by 1530 hrs and we would have trouble getting back to the villa if there was insufficient sea water leading up to the jetty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1515 hrs: By the time we returned to the boat, the tide had receded a fair bit and everyone on board had to cooperate with Wayan to lift the boat off the seabed. We followed his orders of moving to the right, moving to the left, moving to the front and moving to the back, but we were still stuck. Eventually, it took the combined strength of Wayan, Daddy and Ah Gong to lift the boat off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1530 hrs: It was a race against time to get back to the jetty. We met choppy waters and our boat bounced up and down really hard, splashing salty sea water on all of us. It was an exhilarating experience for the adults, but I was green with fear. I shut my eyes tight and refused to open them till we got back to the jetty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220480532764138850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SHLfYqA_nWI/AAAAAAAABC0/c2V1L7V8Sfw/s320/080623+1534_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1550 hrs: By the time we reached the jetty, the tide had receded quite a distance. We had to jump off the boat to walk back to jetty. Thousands of small fish bumped against our legs as we trudged through the shallow sea water. It felt funny indeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220480543356121506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SHLfZReUcaI/AAAAAAAABDE/9YiiR9M6-KI/s320/080623+1654_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1600 hrs: We had to wash up quickly and get ready for our next adventure. Made Wijaya was picking us up at 1700 hrs to drive us to Pura Luhur Uluwatu to watch the sunset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220480534356435890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SHLfYv8oI7I/AAAAAAAABC8/Cc3VzJq4FEk/s320/080623+1605canon_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1745 hrs: We got to the temple on the cliff just in time to see the sun go down. It was a cloudy day so the sunset wasn't as stunning as it should be, but it was beautiful nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220480550642686658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SHLfZsnkmsI/AAAAAAAABDM/9zP08Hn2Exo/s320/080623+1752_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were many monkeys in the area. One of them snuck up on Mommy unexpectedly and tugged at Su Ann's teddy bear which was hanging on Mommy's backpack. Mommy was carrying me when she felt the strong pull. She didn't know what had happened so she leaned her body forward. Again, the monkey pulled her back. This time, the monkey almost went for Mommy's hair, as Ipa later recounted what she had witnessed. Mommy struggled and fell. Fortunately, Mommy and I were unhurt. The incident freaked us out though, and we wanted to get away as quickly as possible from the temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220486063135732338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SHLkakQVMnI/AAAAAAAABDc/MEQyBSEVbJM/s320/080623+1803canon_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1815 hrs: We drove towards Seminyak for dinner. Daddy and Mommy were going to take us all to Rumours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1845 hrs: Trapped in a traffic jam, we spotted a sign which said "75% Discount" outside the Rip Curl &amp;amp; Quiksilver factory outlet. We stopped to pick up some heavily discounted surf wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1945 hrs: We hopped back into the van. The jam had eased a little, but it was still bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2030 hrs: We had arrived at Rumours, and found seats promptly. Daddy ordered so much food that we had to take some home. He just couldn't believe how cheap the food was. The restaurant was very busy, and they had a DJ who pumped out chill beats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220486065877525490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SHLkaueBo_I/AAAAAAAABDk/SSnEB57vXy0/s320/080623+2036_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2130 hrs: Made Wijaya was sound asleep in the van and we had to wake him up to drive us back to our villa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2230 hrs: We were back at our villa. Daddy paid Made Wijaya the agreed rate of Rp350,000 (about S$50.00) for half a day's use of the van.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We looked up at the dark blue sky and saw a million stars beaming at us. Daddy said he had never seen so many stars in his life. I have! When I was on Kangaroo Island in Australia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;24 JUNE 2008 (TUESDAY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0800 hrs: Gede and Putu made breakfast for us. We had eggs sunnyside up, bacon and toasts with watermelon juice, and a plate of fresh fruits each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220349859379831186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SHJoiduYYZI/AAAAAAAABBk/pz8N4jWJir0/s320/P6240330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0930 hrs: Made Wijaya was here to take us to Kintamani, where the dormant volcano Mount Batur and its crater lake called home. It was a long journey, so we made a stop at Pura Tirta Empul, the holy spring water temple in Tampak Siring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1115 hrs: We explored Pura Tirta Empul. We watched as Hindu devotees washed and prayed in the holy spring water. The temple was designed in such a way that we had to walk through a series of souvenir shops in order to get to the carpark where our van was. Business was slow, so we were hassled hard on our way out. Daddy was repeatedly ambushed by a lady with a huge bunch of bananas on her head. He must look like he loves bananas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220346222632641586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SHJlOxySJDI/AAAAAAAABAU/Hsf04woTdl8/s320/080624+1226_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220344922516699714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SHJkDGefOkI/AAAAAAAAA_0/qm05MFFXMb8/s320/080624+1202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220349867939933170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SHJoi9nRK_I/AAAAAAAABBs/kIzKatwRVH0/s320/P6240362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220344932317249122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SHJkDq_HvmI/AAAAAAAAA_8/8voLaFANpjI/s320/080624+1209canon_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220344935653226946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SHJkD3aeucI/AAAAAAAABAE/T1vRdM7VRGM/s320/080624+1210_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220344945595926098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SHJkEcdARlI/AAAAAAAABAM/IH22ozc5tvA/s320/080624+1216_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220346233139471826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SHJlPY7TpdI/AAAAAAAABAk/wFVd-fWyGGU/s320/080624+1236canon_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220351142820136690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SHJptK6ZRvI/AAAAAAAABCE/vEzL2WMGqOw/s320/080624+1203canon_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220346233323844354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SHJlPZnQ8wI/AAAAAAAABAs/3KANK58Y04o/s320/080624+1248canon_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220346229248085538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SHJlPKbhziI/AAAAAAAABAc/KOXrA7Yq69E/s320/080624+1229canon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1215 hrs: After fighting off the touts, we began our onward journey to Kintamani. On our way up, we caught a glimpse of Bali's largest volcano - Mount Agung - in the distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1330 hrs: Tourists usually arrive in Kintamani at lunch-time. Restaurants offering buffet lunch at tourist prices lined the side which offered spectacular views of Mount Batur and the crater lake. Made Wijaya recommended a particular restaurant to us and Daddy got down to have a look at the spread and to find out the price. He was quoted Rp100,000 per person. Made Wijaya told Daddy that whoever had quoted him that price must have been pulling a fast one on him. He said the price should be about Rp70,000 per person. We offered to buy Made Wijaya lunch, and he managed to get the price down to Rp60,000 per person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220348333971773938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SHJnJrIwmfI/AAAAAAAABA8/uHt2i82jhas/s320/080624+1416canon_7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220348331829049986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SHJnJjJ5OoI/AAAAAAAABBE/cIS_YcnM2WI/s320/080624+1416canon_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220348328549205618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mi3tq9nVQBw/SHJnJW76xnI/AAAAAAAABA0/5-unZoIv76I/s320/080624+1507canon_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1500 hrs: After tucking in nasi goreng, mee goreng, keropok, pisang goreng, pulut hitam, etc., we snapped some pictures at the restaurant's lookout point. A strong, chilly wind was blowing and we had a good time enjoying the cool weather up in Kintamani. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1700 hrs: The plan was to head to Tegalalang to have a look at the rice terraces there, but Made Wijaya asked if we could skip that because he had to rush back to the airport to pick someone up. He also asked if he could drop us off at Kuta instead of back at the villa because he was running late. We agreed to help him.&lt;br