The Map of Tassie

The Map of Tassie!

Well it was in the middle of a miserable Melbourne winter that two classy* ladies decided to escape the bitter winds and sideways rain and spend a fabulous four days in Ye Olde Hobart Town... possibly not the best choice for a sun-change but certainly a great place to clock up spy photos of fluro clothing and meet charming 20-something year old boys with very creative pick up lines... that was for Sue, not me, she got all the testosterone-based attention this trip!

So after wandering the Armageddon-like streets after arriving on Thursday night and finding only a bar with chubby toothless drunken men, we started Friday with a bit of work (best get it over with before its liquid lunchtime!) First stop was a meeting at Theatre Royal to discuss the prospect of a tour of Miss K.

I was immediately in love.....



Theatre Royal: Oldest Working Theatre in Oz!



Chips in a cone and a setting worth kissing by... Sue declined my offer sadly..

Happy Sue in her puffer jacket... much to my disgust but Hobart's pleasure. Boy they love their puffers!!

We both bought new blue jackets!!! Let the cat walk show begin!

Mind you, we've got nothing on Hobart's fine fashion sense!!

Loving the Sidney Nolan piece at MONA, especially as it sets our new jackets off so well... 

One last bevvy at 'Joe's Garage' where we were delighted by the performance of a drunken fella that managed to pull a wedge on his mate so high it was able to wrap over his head and the two fell on the floor in a happy heap no doubt satisfied at their achievement..

So by the end, obviously we were pretty spent... but not as spent as this guy....

Next stop Europe. Stay Tuned!!

*a lie

K in the UK

Well it's good-bye sunshine, farewell every other language than English, so long food that is fresh, we've hit the UK and it's Fringe time, hooray!!! Now... it's just a matter of choosing a show.... hmmmmm
Perhaps this puts things into better perspective...
Cider is the drink of choice in this country and I can tell you, it does NOT come in small volumes!!!

We were lucky enough to score a fabulous if not slightly creepy for the ghosts allowed to roam free apartment right in the heart of East Melbourne, ops, no it wasn't, it just looked a lot like it... who knows what the suburb name was.. who cares, it was walking or at times stumbling distance from the festival hub and it was really, really big!!! It even had a key to a 'private' garden shared by all the other Scottish yuppies in the block. This is our street.. The front door.. our homely kitchen where we actually prepared some real food!!!
This was our favourite street. I suddenly realised that all my tight-arse budgeting for the trip had left me with pounds in my pocket. It was time to spend, spend, spend!!!
A typical Edinburgh street
Some dicks we found in a pub. Their mother's must be so proud!!!
Edinburgh Castle..The building, not the pub in Fitzroy. I was afraid it was going to fall off that steep cliff, it's quite amazing that its managed not to so far!
A travel souvenir I picked up
The break-up. See ya sister, thanks for the laughs!!
A shop display at Heathrow that I simply had to 'capture'Something like 3 days of flying and no sleep to be had. Ahhhh I look good!!!!

Was it love, or just Paris?

After spending the better half of two hours dragging our heavy back packs, newly acquired giant babushkas, bootleg vodka and stomach bugs derived from too much cabbage, potato and said bootleg vodka about the largest round about I've ever seen looking for the airport bus, we gave up, had our last broken Russian conversation with the cab driver and flew out of Cyrillic land and into the land of the baguette. This..... is Paris!!!
This was our favourite bar that reminded me of my favourite cafe back home: The Gal. We wasted the better part of a rainy afternoon here, gotta love holidays!
Sacre Cuer
Roller cop! There's definitely an 80's film in this... or perhaps just a damn fine film clip. People tubes: Pompadour
K's store... I must have been here before....?
K in Paris Sea of tourists at Montmart
Montmart picnic
Montmart liquid lunch: Jan style.
Eiffel K
French pigeons....
Our fancy pantsy Parisian dinner. Bonn Appetite
Drinking the rain away.... Jan in Paris
Barks in Paris, looking the part I might add.
Kissing K

Rainy day in Paris #1
Rainy day in Paris #2
A K between 2 K's
Rainy day in Paris #3 Rainy day in Paris #4
How we spent our rainy day in Paris...
This amazing little bar was like a mix of marilyn in laopard on speed. The bar, and its owner, were fabulous. What better way to appreciate it than with a K-based photo shoot! This was the matradee...
Bar posing with Jan
Bar posing with Winks ...with Jan again...
...with Barks... Ok, enough already!!!

Well in a fast becoming tradition, I got sick the night before the day we were due to travel, so instead of kissing a fine Parisian gentleman on the River Seine, I instead found myself bent over its wall contemplating sending my 'delivery' over the ledge and wondering if it would make it... I'm sure I'm not the first to stand in that spot and contemplate that same dilemma. Needless to say, I made it home, spent the night riding the porcelain train and wishing I didn't have to leave the city that makes me feel like a lady and allows me to talk like I'm pretending to be Audrey Tattou. But as they say, the show must go on, Edinburg; you'd better be worth it!