If I lived in Sydney, I would be a regular at Devon Cafe for sure because their food brought me back to Japan. To my Japan and lots of happy memories of Japan.…
Keep ReadingI have always wanted to visit the Sydney Fish Market ever since I visited Australia for the first time years ago, but it was vetoed by my cousins. Because, as they said, who would fly across the continent to visit a fish market? The thing is a market, especially the fish market has always…
Keep ReadingLast year I decided that I am going to explore all the aquariums in Australia just to prove that Fafa is wrong about me wasting my dollars on the Merlion pass. I did just that when I went to Sydney to visit Jik. On a cold, rainy Saturday I packed her canvas t0te bag and headed down…
Keep ReadingIn my mind, the Vivid Sydney cruise would be similar to the Dubai Dhow Cruise I took Amma on some years ago.…
Keep ReadingI am leaving to Sydney tonight to spend some girl time with her.…
Keep ReadingI wish you a fabulous, happy, and accomplished 2016 💓 I spent my new year’s eve with Fafa, Jik, and cousin W. We celebrated New Year at the Sydney Opera House. Well, technically, looking at it. Our initial plan was to attend a party at the Sydney Dance Company, but then we roamed around and…
Keep ReadingThe first half of my Australia holiday, the Sydney part, is officially over. I have covered tourist spots in Sydney, including the Rocks, Darling Harbor, Taronga Zoo and Bondi beach, and I have started liking the things I hate in Sydney in the first place. But first, Flat White! In Australia, I needed my coffee…
Keep ReadingWe then rode to Woolloomooloo to check out Harry's Café de Wheels. Russell Crowe was spotted a few times here in since he lives nearby.…
Keep ReadingWhen I told the hotel concierge we were going to the zoo, she was overly excited about the fact. Good. After all, I have a plan to bring back a Koala for my Appa.…
Keep ReadingOur Evening in Sydney was spent at Darling Harbor. We walked around it, hugging each other on this chilly day.…
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