I was really looking forward to see them until the first night they were here. I started to get frustrated. I really hate these family bonding thing like cooking together and eating together. We don't do that at home because everyone is busy with their own stuff. So when there is a family get together I get really tense up, like I'm losing a piece of my own privacy. So sorry for being self-centered. I tried to control my anger as much as I could because I know that they were here for me.
When I start nagging about they wanted to turn on the heater but I didn't want to, my dad cheered us up with his stupidity.
In between the cooking, my dad wanted to drive up to Mount Wellington. I told Alwin to be ready in one hour while we're going up there for awhile. he told me it takes one hour to get up there and another hour to get back to Hobart. Guess what? My dad took 15 minutes to drive up to Mount Wellington and obviously he almost trashed the car.
This is Kiki, claiming that he's climbing Mount Everest.
My parents. And my mom is wearing my shoe!
We had a long road trip to Richmond and Port Author. You'll be amazed how kampong Tasmania really is. All you can see are trees, sheep, horses, farm and nothing else. I spotted this ugly sheep on our way to Zoodoo.
Zoodoo story I told you not long ago? Well, Zoodoo...here I come again...
Then she teased the bird.
Here you are, the oldest bridge of Australia.
A trip to Richmond
Oh, alas...someone (my bro) offered to take my photo.
Don't ask me why I hunch in this photo.
Here's my grandma at closer range.
Here I introduce...my parents, again.
We seldom have family photo but here's the only one for this holiday.
Anyway, Alwin is not in the family. As far as I'm concern, not yet...but we can't leave him out, can we?