Wednesday, 17 September 2008

Cheesers and winos on the Margaret River


At the weekend, our magnificently generous hosts, April and Dave, drove us down South to the beautiful Margaret River area for a we spot of wine tasting and cheese mongering/murdering!
Oh, CHEESE, how we miss you... All the countries we had previously visited from Russia to Indonesia don´t really do cheese. Posh restaurant menus aside, Laughing Cow processed cheese in Vietnam was as close as we got. We had a lot of quality cheese eating time to make up for. A ´cheese factory´no less had been spotted on the map. The excitement was almost too much. Cheddar, Brie, smelly Stilton and Wensleydale; how we miss you.
Our time in the Margaret River was perfect. We were blessed with clear starlit skies, unspoilt sandy beaches and we clambered over the magestic Canal Rocks like a couple of ten year olds. It was also full on fun for grown ups. Glasses were swilled, noses dipped and a thesaurus of superlatives spent debating the merits of various Merlots, Cab Savs, Semillons and Chardonnays. we visited the famous Simmos ice-cream parlour TWICE. And, yes, we ate a hell of a lot of cheese. "Don´t it make you feel good?" as the gravel throated Stefan Dennis of Neighbours once asked. Yes, Dennis, it certainly don´t, erm does.
On the way home to Perth we stopped off at April´s Auntie who was waiting for us with some ready baked scones and freshly whipped cream. Dave scoffed at least twice us much as everyone else. I counted! Well, he´s a growing lad after all. As they say back home, "tuck in yer at yer Unties."

Our final day with April and Dave was a Sunday picnic to end all picnics at King´s Park. It felt like half of Perth was there doing the same thing. And then to top it off a superb roast pork dinner at night. The belt was loosened. Twice.
It is impossible to sum up how much generosity and kindness our hosts showered unselfishly upon us. If we can treat them to half as much hospitality when they visit Scotland then we´ll be doing very well indeed. But as always, we just can´t promise the weather. I´m sure a picnic and bbq in the backseat of a car will be a novelty for them anyway...

Oz Rules


This was my first visit to Australia, it was Kathy´s second. She was last here 7 years ago for the hosts, April and Dave´s´wedding. Kathy first met April years and years ago when they both worked for Camp America in their Summer hols, supervising lots of stroppy American rich kids for weeks on end while their parents went yachting around the Bahamas. Or something. The experience made them firm friends, even though they have really only spent a matter of weeks in each other´s company in the time since. April is a travel agent and with her hubby Dave they have seen most of this world.
But before meeting April and Dave we had to get past Australian Quarantine. I was scared. The stories I´d heard made it sound more severe than Russian border control. There would be a strip search, chemical showers and all food (especially marmite) and organic materials (anything with seeds or made of wood) confiscated. We had spent our one productive afternoon in Bali scrubbing boots and bags, and picking out seeds and grasses from our stuff with microscopic precision. As it happens, they didn´t seem that bothered. As long as you weren´t hiding a wooden Balinese Buddha you were okay. A quick look over the boots and we were waved on. Those with Buddhas (mostly young men in their 20s sporting new, swollen, painful looking tattoos) were ushered in to a different queue monitored by lady customs officials who had clearly modelled their look on Rosa Klebb. Good luck.

April and Dave were there to meet us at the airport. It was only 6am. We went back to their house, drank about 3 cups of tea and collapsed into bed. The Oz adventure proper was going to have to wait to the afternoon...

Our first full day in Oz was to start with a traditional Aussie BBQ. The venue was friends of A&D called Rod and Kylie. After a mountain of sausages, bacon, eggs, OJ and tea we were all set for enjoying our next Aussie institution, an afternoon at an Aussie Rules Football game.
Freemantle Docker (Freo) Vs Saint Kilda Saints (The Saints). Freo play in a lurid bright purple. We skipped the merchandise stand and made do with a beer and a hearty Mrs Mac´s beef pie instead. Lovin´it already!
The atmosphere was great. The game lasts about 2.5 hours but it really doesn´t seem that long. The action is fast paced and the point scoring high. A&D kept us right and after about 30mins we had a sure grasp on the rules. Dave filled me in with all the stats and the key players. I learnt who the legend "MAXEE" is and that St. Kilda´s main man goes out with an actress from Neighbours. Cool. I think. Dave is a very tall man at about 6ft 7. All the AFL players are tall, some even taller than Dave. I would feel like Jinky Johnston out there. AFL: not a game for dwarves.
At half-time Freo were winning but by the 4th quarter they had suffered a might hammering. To quote Dave, "They were shockin´. That was murda´. Wasn´t it darl?" Even though they lost, I loved the game and I loved being in Dave´s company - a big warm hearted guy with a dry sense of humour.

The next day was Kathy´s birthday. April took us to the Wildlife Park. Like 2 big kids we got to wonder about stroking kangaroos, koalas and pose with giant, sleepy-eyed wombats. At lunch-time I fell in love with April. She is the Queen of the picnic. Kathy tells me that she learnt her trade from April. Like the BBQ, Aussie´s have transformed the picnic into an artform of itself. The climate helps. My mum and Kathy´s mum are also Picnic Queens. But so many of many picnics as a boy are remembered from the inside of a car staring at the rainsoaked beach or the sodden picnic tables in the forest carpark. Familiar to you too?
For Kathy´s birthday meal we chose Kathy´s all time favourite dining experience- a Seafood Platter at Joe´s Seafood Shack in Freo. WOW! It was amazing. Crayfish, barracuda, scallops, prawns, squid and something green called salad. The shack itself was fitted out something similar to Flint´s wooden cabin in the film Jaws.

Aside from the amazing seafood, Freo is also famous for being the twin town to Kirriemuir for one of its deceased former residents - only a certain Mr Bon Scott of ACDC. Rock ON! He is buried here, has a statue here and apparently the way to pay your respects is to spill some whisky over his gravestone. Maybe next time, when I am wearing a studded leather jacket instead of my Berghaus fleece...

Bali bums


Bali is all about beaches, surfing, shopping, getting as drunk as possible and finding a new spot on your body to inflict a dodgy tattoo. We didn´t do very much. We zoned out for a few days into our own world of beaches, books and the Olympics on the tele. The local Indonesian food we tried was disappointing, usually fried and greasy.
Nothing much happened. A couple of young English chaps turned up at the hotel one day, surfboards in tow. One of them described an hilarious account of how he nearly forgot his board, after which the other one branded him an "uber-doofus-diggalo!" Don´t know what it means but I´m using it.
By the end, Kathy was back to full health and we were ready for a new life down under. Don´t think we´ll be back to Bali in a hurry.