These few weeks at summer start,
I gaze outside my window pane,
And a spray of violet paints the world,
Colors, despite the brooding rain
These few weeks at summer start,
Established in 1788, just a few months after Sydney , Parramatta is unofficially Australia’s second oldest city but is heavily under-rated, despite its history and heritage. In modern times, Parramatta has merged within the embrace of a hungry Sydney that continues to grow westward, but there are still a lot of legacy strewn around this place that will remind you of the colonial history here, the contributions of the pioneers, and finally the tension that tore the peace between the visitor and the visited.
On first mention, you will not even bother to think twice of this place. Un-evocatively named the ‘Brick-pit Ring Walk’, it will sound too urban, uncultured, and uninteresting. The truth cannot be any far from that. The picturesque steel ring, uplifted 20 metres in the air on stilts, is splashed with pastel colours and is tucked away, obscured, in one corner of the Sydney Olympic Park area. Not only is it a peaceful calming walk upon a shamrock green lake but is also one powerful download in zoology and geology.
Sydney has its share of riches – yet, there are so many of those quaint, quiet treasures that lie like a recluse waiting for a wayfarer to discover. And get overwhelmed. Such as the hidden shipwrecks on Homebush Bay. Iron giants in retirement, anyone?
I have been to the Taronga Zoo umpteen times and have written about it on numerous occasions earlier. This time, it was the charisma of the Capybaras. To be ignorantly honest, I didn’t even know these critters existed. Yet when I read these are the world’s largest rodents, I had to see them. I had told you – some people just require an excuse!
Spring descends in Sydney with an outburst of colours that almost makes you want to celebrate. Flowers of nearly every imaginable pastel colour pops up in the most common alleys and boulevards, suddenly awakening you up and making you take those deep breaths of rejuvenating freshness, courtesy la primavera. Reflective of the unputdownable multi-cultural spirit of this city, the zest of spring abounds in flowers from nearly every part of the world – yellow daffodils from the Motherland, pink cherry blossoms from Japan, purple magnolias from China, lavender jacarandas from Brazil, crimson rhododendrons from India – the list is one long […]
The onset of spring. Solitude and peace in a Japanese garden. Cherry blossoms waiting patiently for a sensuous rampage. While the magnolias and chaenomeles can no longer wait. They have burst forth like the vanguards of the season. So many scurrying thoughts, yet so much peace. Zen.The outcome? Haikus on Spring, Sakura and solitude…
The last weekend was a damp, cloudy day right in the middle of a chilly winter. Yet I was treated to a dazzling and precocious glimpse of Spring. For I was at the Illawarra Rhododendron Gardens. Not the best of times to visit. Or so I thought. Yet, even in the middle of winter, the floral extravaganza was a pure delight. The gardens comprise largely of undulating temperate rainforest in the shade of Mount Keira. It is only in one corner of the garden, towards its entrance, that you will find shrubberies, well-manicured lawns and a duck pond. But at […]
Pitstop# 4 Mt. Field National Park About an hour and a half drive from Hobart will take you to the unmissable Mt.Field National Park. It’s Crown jewels – the beautiful Russell Falls is the most photographed of Tasmania’s cataracts and is – in full bloom – arguably the prettiest you can find in the country. It has a long vertiginous drop with multiple breaks, that creates a picturesque series of jumps on the face of the waterfall. But that said, it is best viewed when full (we had gone during a dry autumn spell, so sadly couldn’t see the fall […]
Pitstop #3: Hobart Our next stop was Hobart – Australia’s second oldest city, second driest city (after Adelaide) and the least populous of the capitals. But all said, with its relatively cooler climate, Hobart is a delightful place – it combines the dainty charm of a small world town with the luxuries, comforts and razzmatazz of a big, lively city, the package complete by being nestled along the picturesque Derwent river. We had booked this fantastic place called the Finnview House up a hill in the suburb of Lindisfarne. It had mesmerising views of the river and the city centre. […]