the folks i've met briefly, some only once but all in common act to do individuals who bumped into each other on our overseas stint...
Indi from Indonesia, Kenneth from Uganda, Kariell and vik from Trinidad and Tobago and Malaysia respectively...we didn't quite like the pathetic show of marauding tourists who snap and poke at the poor penguins on 'parade' at philip island.
don't go there. that is the best way to reject this kind of pseudo eco-'tourism'. the winds were freezing. our conscience became inoperable. grampians; its waterfall and tuff of rainbow were far better sights.
Indi from Indonesia, Kenneth from Uganda, Kariell and vik from Trinidad and Tobago and Malaysia respectively...we didn't quite like the pathetic show of marauding tourists who snap and poke at the poor penguins on 'parade' at philip island.
don't go there. that is the best way to reject this kind of pseudo eco-'tourism'. the winds were freezing. our conscience became inoperable. grampians; its waterfall and tuff of rainbow were far better sights. 
that hoard of shopping fans whom we brought to camberwell flea market.... souls in pursuit of merchandise who hail from lands as far as S Korea, Hong Kong and Vietnam. Some have been naturalised as Australians. We travel the road...my own prized-catch: about 10 or was it 15 pieces (?) of ripcurl, industrie, stussey, fcuk and quicksilver tees for less than $30!!! it is very hard to find imitation-brands over here due to the strict laws. my eyes are on track. all hail the flea market!
with fr thinh, dennis and deacon-t0-be binh 
on geelong (pronounced G-long NOT cheena pong GEE-LONG!!!). blue spans of sea and a white necked pier peering to the edge of another horizon. we shared about our lives, pondered our commitments and to ethics. the broken Church and what it means to remain faithful. heavy topics for the day until we sunk our fingers and teeth into an oily pack of fish and chips (with hake, blue grenadier, jumbo prawns, cod and spears of fries) by the chilly shade of a sycamore tree. warmth again.
on geelong (pronounced G-long NOT cheena pong GEE-LONG!!!). blue spans of sea and a white necked pier peering to the edge of another horizon. we shared about our lives, pondered our commitments and to ethics. the broken Church and what it means to remain faithful. heavy topics for the day until we sunk our fingers and teeth into an oily pack of fish and chips (with hake, blue grenadier, jumbo prawns, cod and spears of fries) by the chilly shade of a sycamore tree. warmth again.
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