20 Apr 2018

Earning His Keep

Our newspaper comes rolled tightly in clingwrap, partly to protect it from rain, but mainly for the deliver's convenience.

He's quite a sight as he drives along with the newspapers beside him and he throws the paper from the driver's window over the roof of his car, and landing the paper somewhere on our driveway.

Some days it can be a bit of a treasure hunt looking for the paper.

When Grandma C was in Singapore a week or two ago visiting a sick aunt, I took the opportunity to teach Ripper to locate and bring in the newspaper.

Here's a little clip of him in action:
He only took 2 days to learn the trick.

The weekend papers, however, are too big for his little mouth to handle.

24 Mar 2018

Snip Snip

A little snip for this little boy -

(First 2 pics from DIL's Facebook)
Doesn't he look a little like our Glorious Leader?
And a major snip for Ripper -
Ripper recuperating from his snip.
Way back in 2001, Flem suffered the same fate.

7 Mar 2018

Year of the Dog

Two and a half years after Flemington's demise, we felt ready to have another dog.

We had two conditions to meet for our new dog:  firstly, it must be a Jack Russell, or a Jack Russell cross.  And secondly, it must be from an animal shelter, as we wanted to give a homeless dog a home.

As you can imagine, it's fairly difficult to find a Jack Russell in a dog shelter.  We scoured their websites for weeks, and even visited a couple of these shelters unsuccessfully.  The dogs in these homes are mainly large dogs like mastiffs, which would not really suit us.

We finally found what we were looking for in a dog pound in the little town of York, about 100 km east of Perth.  A quick phone call to confirm it was still available and off we went.
York is WA's oldest inland town, established in 1835.
He is a Jack Russell cross (the pound didn't know with what) and is a very excitable little fellow - showing all the exuberance of a Jack Russell.

What was different was his colouring, which was very un-Jack Russell like.  He is a brindle with the streaks of black, which led the the pound calling him Little Tiger.
The people in the middle car labelled "Dirty D" may not get accommodation in Settler's House, judging by their policy advertised.
Lunch at the local pub before picking up our little doggie.
And here's the little fella:
I'm pretty sure he's crossed with a Chihuahua.  He's got the bulging eyes and pointy ears characteristic of them.   And he's quite a bit smaller than a regular Jack Russell.
He's 14 months old.  The ranger in York told us he belonged to a lady in the town of Southern Cross (370 km east of Perth) who had this fella and a large German Shepherd.  They didn't get along and she surrendered this fella for his own good.  He had been in the pound for only a week before we took him up.
Still a pup, he's very playful and has a lot of JR qualities - stubborn, determined and highly energetic.

He appears to have gone past the destructive stage, knows how to use the doggie doors in our house (which is a huge plus) and also appears to have been house trained.

His new name?  I'm calling him Ripper - Ripper the Jack.

4 Feb 2018

Events Last Week

Grandaughter A is nearly 11, and in the final year (year 6) of primary school.   Grandson B is 6 and in Year 2.  Youngest Grandson B is now in kindy.  These 2 photos are from DIL's Facebook.
6 years ago, when Granddaughter A first started school.
The big lunar eclipse last week saw me out taking some pictures.

I went to the local sports ground, where Fleming and I used to spend a lot of time together, to get a clear view, as tall trees around my home would block the view of the moon, at least in the initial stages.

When the moon was high enough to clear the trees, I went home.  Watched tv and went out to shoot the eclipse during the commercial breaks, till the eclipse ended at about 11 pm.

I took about 90 shots in all, and here's some of them put together in a montage.
 And some others, I put into a never-ending gif animation.
After procrastinating about 3 years, I finally finished my Myanmar holiday photo book and sent it for printing.  The pdf copy of the book, should you like to take a look, is in the free downloads section on the right side of this blog (41 MB).

15 Jan 2018

Sentimental Journey: Bali Revisited

When the Sea Princess anchored off the port of Benoa, we initially thought that we would not bother going ashore, as we had just visited Bali a year or two ago.

The ship had announced that their plans to charter a 300 seat tender to take passengers to the port had fallen through, and they would be using the lifeboats as tender instead.  At 100 heads per lifeboat, we thought that would take ages.

A little later though, they announced that they had secured another 300 seater tender to transport passengers ashore in addition to the lifeboats.

I then suggested to Grandma C that we go ashore and take a taxi to re-visit the hotel we honeymooned at way back in 1971.
The beachfront entrance to the hotel is pretty much the same.
The hotel was at Sanur Beach, and we were delighted to find that it had not changed very much.
The garden paths have been paved by now and the gardens look more professionally tended.
The chalets have been updated and look more modern.
And they now have a swimming pool, which they didn't when we were here 46 years ago.
The dining hall still sits in the same spot, though they call it a restaurant now, and we decided to have our lunch there.
How did 46 years go by so quickly?
Grandma C had sambal udang ...
... and I had satay.
What we used to do during our honeymoon, was to have dinner at our hotel, and then take a walk to a nearby 5 star hotel to have coffee.

We decided that we'd do the same after lunch and walk there for our coffee.

From memory, I thought that the 5 star hotel was a Hyatt Hotel, but when we got there, we found that the place had changed vastly, and nothing was recognisable.

We did have our coffee and I spoke to the waiter who told me that it was never the Hyatt Hotel, and was called the Bali Beach Hotel before suffering a fire in 1993 and then re-emerging in its current form as the Inna Grand Bali Beach Hotel.

I found later, via Google, that the Bali Beach Hotel in our time there, was indeed an Intercontinental and not a Hyatt.
Coffee at the Inna Grand Bali Beach Hotel.
I was curious about the hotel fire of 1993, and after we got home I found this story about the Bali Beach Intercontinental.

In 1962, when the hotel was built, President Sukarno had an active interest in it.  He wanted a room set aside for Nyi Roro Kidul, an Indonesian Goddess of the sea.

Room 327 was set aside for this Goddess, and the story goes, that in the fire of 1993, Room 372 was untouched.  To this day, Room 327 is set aside for this Goddess and remains locked with the original furnishings.

More colourful details of this story can be found in these three websites:

Mystery of Room 327

Fool's Journey

Goddess of Mystic and Mystery  This link also has pictures of the fire, and Room 327.

A view of Sanur Beach
One more thing, the Sanur Beach we saw in 1971 was a black volcanic sand beach.  It is now white, as white sand had been brought in and poured over the black for the tourists.

At the spot where the picture above was taken, we witnessed a Balinese cremation in 1971.  I took a Super 8 movie of that cremation and I reproduce it below.

Balinese Cremation 1971 from i82much on Vimeo.