a weighty rant…

I have a 14 year old daughter. Regular readers know that.

She swims- a lot. About 10 hours a week- her choice. She also does a couple of cardio sessions with me at the gym and eats whole food- most of the time. She is strong, healthy, fit and very rarely ill. She isn’t fashionably thin and I’m incredibly proud of her.

Despite what she reads and hears, for the most time she has a healthy body image. That is, except for when she tried to fit into skinny jeans that are cut for women without hips, bums or other normal body parts. Even then she shrugs and goes for a different style.

I asked once if it worried her- not being super skinny- and she looked at me like I was from a different planet and told me that those girls couldn’t do one of Vera’s butterfly sessions.  She never gets sick and her body does what she needs it to do. She has no idea what she weighs and (so far) doesn’t care. She gets the whole moderation thing in a way I never have.

Firstly I wonder at how someone who is as hung up about her weight as I am produced someone as together as she seems to be. Next I wonder how I can encourage that attitude. Then I wonder what I’m doing to hinder that attitude. After that I wonder at my level of hypocrisy- given that I am writing an Astro book about weight management. Then I wonder what I can do to help keep her self-image as healthy as it is…especially in view of the crap she hears from me and the crap we heard on a top rating breakfast show yesterday.

The producers staged an “intervention” on Jackie O- a woman who is seriously hot. I’ve done my own extensive research- ok I asked hubby, my BMF and some of the guys on my hubbys football team- and they all agree… Google some images and you’ll see what I mean.

Yet she has now ballooned up to…wait for it…66kgs. OMFG. 66kgs. Hardly obese and hardly cause for intervention. The phrases “nothing is working” and “desperate measures” were thrown around. Desperate measures called for 66 kilos? I’ll say it again. OMFG.

Now, I get that Australia is probably the 2nd fattest nation in the world, and anything that can raise the issue of healthy living to the population has to be a good thing. Right? But a fat intervention on a 66kg supremely hot woman because they have reached the stage where desperate measures are required? Seriously?

An intervention on me I could cope with- I need that kick up the bum and I need to lose a lot more than 6kgs- probably 3 times that. My weight is compromising my health and my self esteem. My goal weight is what Jackie O currently weighs! Ok, my maths aren’t great.

To keep it real, the producers have given Jackie 6 weeks to lose the weight or they will pop a photo of her in a bikini at her current weight on the station website.

6 kilos in 6 weeks- at a starting weight of 66kgs? At the risk of repeating myself, OMFG. I’m sorry, but I don’t hear anything sensible or healthy in any part of this. I get that she wants to look even hotter, and will be more comfortable and healthier at her usual 60kgs, but guys let’s be sending a better, more responsible, message to the audience. Surely aiming for a 0.5kg loss per week would be more realistic- and promote a healthier approach yet still give results that the listeners could be encouraged by? Remember guys, it’s healthy living and attitudes we’re trying to achieve here.

Don’t get me wrong, I like Jackie O. To me she always sounds like sunshine- positive, optimistic. But my mother always taught me to talk about the weather if I can’t say anything nice- so rather than comment on the others involved, I will say that it’s very cold this morning.

I guess my issue is that my daughter listens to this- and she commented on it. Her friends listen to it- and many of them are already on diets. All the time.

I overheard a girl in a hotel lift on Saturday telling her friends how her new diet is working. It’s great, she said. She eats twice a day- once at about 6pm, and then something small at about midnight. What would you eat at midnight, her friend asked. Oh, you, know, redskins, lollies- something without fat. She then proudly announced how she can drink as much as she wants and doesn’t need to exercise- because that’s uncool. Anyway, she’s lost a kilo a week and still gets to party.

I’m hoping she’s the exception.

Me? I want to be more like my daughter. I want her attitude. And I don’t want her attitude to change. In fact, I’m going to work harder to learn what she seems to already know.

Taman Tirta Gangga. Yep, I’ve checked the spelling.

Just out of Amplura, this is the work of Amplura’s water loving Rajah who had a go (apparently this was his second shot- the first was at Taman Ujung) at building the water palace of his dreams. The triple Pisces in me gets that.

this photo was taken on an earlier trip- December 2011

Completed in 1948, it was damaged by the eruption of nearby Gunung Agung in 1963, and then by less natural causes, just a couple of years later as a result of “political unrest”.

This place has koi and lotus blossoms and water lillies and gargoyles and bridges and is a water temple fantasy. A little piece of paradise.

There are also 2 pools. One of which resembles a pond. Way too many children swimming there for me to ever be tempted. The French had it right when they call a pool “la piscine”.

the fountain- I took this photo in December 2011

The 11 tiered fountain is pretty cool (see my photo), the hawkers outside are not. As with all holy or temple areas in Bali, there are no hawkers inside the grounds.

You’ll need about 5000Rp per person to enter the grounds- more if you intend to (gulp) swim. Make sure you have lots of little notes as you’ll also need 2000Rp for parking.

Amlapura is the capital of Karangasem regency, and the main transport hub on the East Coast. If coming by car from Denpasar or the resorts around Kuta and Legian allow about 3 hours. It is, however, only a short hop from Candidasa.

Want more water temples? Check out this post on Pura Tirtha Empul…or hit the Bali tab on the side of this page.

Radisson Hotel, corner of Pitt, Hunter & O’Connell Sts Sydney

See that building in the photo above? The one that looks like a great big rounded triangle? I used to work in there. My desk was in the pointy curvey part, in the window, on the 2nd floor.

I remember when I first started in there. My colleague and I were setting up a new department in the bank we worked for. They were centralising all the securities and collections activities that had been based in the individual regions- and we were part of the new world order.

We had hired 60 staff, but they were all off being trained, so we had 2 weeks to set up- to find stationery and equipment. Two weeks where we were the only people on the floor.

We sourced most of what we needed from the basements way below the building, way down near the tank-stream that still flows through the underbelly of Sydney (albeit now as storm water drains).

Someone told me later that a group of (ex) employees would go down there to smoke things that they shouldn’t have been smoking at work- right below the vent that came out in the Chief Managers office. He always seemed so relaxed. I don’t know if the story was true.

Now it’s a hotel. We stayed in it once, my husband and I. We had a room on the 2nd floor in the pointy curvey bit. It seemed weird.

the entrance and bar

I could see it from where we sat, upstairs at Jamie’s Italian.

I love this place. It seems very Melbourne to me. It feels very Melbourne- sort of edgy, with a slight under feeling of potential chaos and creativity. Perhaps it’s the artfully grafitti’ed walls.

Despite the almost casual slash industrial slash shabby slash loft style slash chic, there’s an attention to detail here that extends even to the chunky belfast sinks and swing handle taps in the bathrooms.

That same attention to detail is extended to the food. It looks simple, it sounds simple, but the flavours are multi-layered.

My friend and I shared an antipasto plank- balanced on 2 tins of Italian tomatoes. At $13.50 a person, this is a great way to start the meal.

Ours had thinly sliced San Daniele prosciutto, wagyu bresaola, finocchio and capocollo. I copied that off the menu. There were also balls of perfect buffalo mozzarella and some bitey pecorino with chilli jam. A mound of grated salad (carrot, beetroot, lemon, mint, chilli and olive oil) propped up the other end of the plank, while olives, capers and some wicked chillis were scattered across the top.

antipasto plank

To follow I had Risotto Milanese ($21)- risotto the way it should be- creamy and saffron gold, with just the right amount of parmesan for complexity. It was served with a herby roasted bone marrow and lemon and parsley gremolata. Every single bite was yummy.

risotto milanese

My friend opted for the pumpkin panzerotti ($19.50). The blurb on the menu reads: Homemade half moons filled with roasted pumpkin, ricotta & Parmesan served with chilli, rosemary butter sauce & crushed amaretti. I dug my fork in and yep, exactly that.

We shared an ice cream bombe ($8.50) to finish. And it was da bomb! Frozen layers of vin santo, candied fruit, ricotta and ice cream encased in a thin layer of panettone and served with a hot fudgey chocolate sauce.

ice cream bombe with sauce on the side
and with sauce over the top…

The verdict? A great experience.

The regular menu is extensive and the daily specials worth considering. I was very tempted by slow cooked beef cheeks on polenta.

This isn’t pretty food- so if you are looking for foams and towers or artfully constructed plates, try one of the hatted restaurants. If you’re into pretension, try somewhere else. If you want real, rustic Italian food made from fresh ingredients, prepared with integrity then eat here.

Service is attentive, yet friendly. As for value for money? The temptation to cash in on the very well known name has been resisted. The menu is well priced and echoes Jamie’s philosophy that good food should be affordable. Expect to pay $19-$26 for a main course pasta or risotto ($10-$16 for entree size). Mains range from $20-$35. Check out the core menu here.

Jamie’s doesn’t take bookings, so be prepared to wait- the bar is pleasant and the wine list relatively small, affordable and with plenty of Italian varietals that are absolutely in keeping with the atmosphere. We were there for Saturday lunch at 12pm and were lucky enough to get a table straight away. I suspect if we were much later, we wouldn’t have.

Oh, and I didn’t steal a napkin…but I was tempted…

looking down into the kitchen




steamed rice with sweet potato at Bali Asli


It comes in sealed plastic from the supermarket…doesn’t it?

Quite simply no.

In Bali, if you’re prepared to notice, the evidence of rice growing is everywhere- and not just on your plate.

Aside from the small fields interspersed with tourist accommodation in Kuta and Legian, a side trip to Ubud will usually take in the picturesque terraces.  Depending on the stage in the growing cycle, these are greener than it is possible to imagine anything being.

the terraces near Ubud

Take some side roads, or wander away from the tourist mecca and you will see more.

the paddies below Bali Asli


Entire families involved in harvest, wizened farmers planting, the ducks that keep the bugs away, sheets of grains drying in the sun.

a family involved in harvesting. photo by John.

In Bali the business of rice growing is still manual, back-breaking and relentless. Each year more and more land is lost to tourist accommodation- especially along the beaches.

planting. Taken from Bali Asli. Photo by John.

So, next time you push your fork into a plate of steamed rice or fragrant nasi goreng, pause for just a second to appreciate how that grain got to your plate.

the rice before it is harvested.

grains drying in the sun









a cosmopolitan at Saks 5th avenue…as you do

One of the reasons we travel is to taste the culture. Well, that’s why I travel.

Lonely Planet published an article the other day on 7 Iconic Dishes Around the World.

On the list were things like:

  • Buffalo Wings from Buffalo, NY
  • Peking Duck from Beijing, China
  • Yorkshire Puddings from, well, Yorkshire, England
  • Salad Nicoise from Nice, France
  • Nanaimo Bars from Vancouver, Canada
  • Mole Poblano from Mexico
  • Singapore Chilli Crab from, well, Singapore

From the list I’ve sort of had a few of these.

  • Buffalo wings in New York, NY- does that count? Except they were served with sticky super sweet barbecue style sauce and were, to be honest, not at all memorable. Maybe if I knew they were iconic I would have enjoyed them more.
  • Peking Duck, real Beijing Peking Duck? Nope, but it’s on my bucket list…
  • Yep, done the Yorkshire thing- in a pub. With a beer. It was good.
  • Nicoise in Nice? Another tick.
  • Never heard of them, never been to Vancouver
  • You mean there’s more to Mexican than tacos, burritos & nachos? Of course there is, but I’m yet to go.
  • Chilli Crab? OMG Yes! Yes! Yes!

I’ve also had:

  • A chilli dog from a stand in Broadway, New York
  • A slice of pizza bigger than my face in New York
  • Sausages, mustard, sourdough bread and a bottle of beer on the steps of the Vienna Opera House
  • Hainanese chicken rice (Malaysia and Singapore)- my absolute favouritest of all favourites…closely followed by Drunken Chicken (China, Hong Kong).
  • Spiced bebek (duck) and nasi campur (Indonesia)
  • Dim Sum (Hong Kong) in general, but close your eyes when you bite into it good Xiao Long Bao (or steamed soupy pork dumplings) in specific
  • Haggis in Scotland (the real reason whisky was invented)
  • gelato in Rome
  • Portuguese Custard Tarts from Macau (yummo)
  • Soupe de poissons from the South of France with fire hot rouille

Then there would be hawker stall specials from Malaysia- Laksa and Assam Laksa, Beef Rendang (or is that Indonesia?) and Char Kway Teow.

So, what’s still on my foodie bucket list? So many things, but here are a few (in no specific order):

  • a real bouillabaisse in Marseilles
  • the afore mentioned peking duck
  • a real paella in Valencia
  • pho in Vietnam
  • pizza in Naples
  • pad thai in Thailand

So, what about you? Do you agree with the Lonely Planet list? How many of these have you tried? What’s on your list? What’s on your foodie bucket list?

strangely not on the list…

…now that wasn’t called for!

So there I am running* along Windsor Rd.

The sky is blue- one of those clear, cold Sydney mornings. Crispy and cold.  I’m doing better than I expected I would be.

This was the first outdoor run* since my recent bout with man flu and asthma and I fully expected to suffer.

One kilometre in and my left shin was screaming. That’s good too- a few months ago both shins would have been screaming.

By 6kms I was flagging badly. It was at that point I heard it- a horn blaring and a bogan yelling out of a speeding ute “move that fat arse, Bitch!” Seriously?

Not only was he being unspeakably rude, he was also wrong- my arse was moving.

I’m actually more surprised that I heard it, than I am that he yelled it. Euphoria’s Love You Right had just finished blaring in my ears and Pet Shop Boys Pandemonium/Can You Forgive Her hadn’t quite started.

So I did the only thing I could do- I kept running*…at least until I was out of sight :).

Seriously though, it didn’t worry me- and it very easily could have.  It’s just one of the occupational hazards involved with running* outside- and the benefits generally outweigh the occasional dickless pillock with diminishing brain cells. Did that come out loud?

Anyways, 8kms done and dusted and a good base for next weeks efforts. I assume I’ll be able to feel my legs again by then.

*I use the term loosely and very slowly, although these days I am doing slightly more running than walking in my sessions, so that’s gotta be good…

breaking up is hard to do…

I broke up with my Personal Trainer today.

No, it’s ok- the separation was amicable and mutually agreed. After two years the relationship has run its course…as has the 6 months of sessions I prepaid before I left work. That’s right, the budget can no longer justify the expense.

We will no doubt continue to see each other (at the gym) and continue to randomly correspond (via his regular newsletter), but the time has come for me to learn to stand on my own two feet.

I know enough to make it on my own, but there tends to be a gap between what I know and what I do. Heavy sighs. So, as is the theme for this year, I’m stepping outside of my comfort zone and into the realms of self-motivation- something that I should have been doing all along.

You see, just paying for training and outsourcing the sessions isn’t getting the job done. I have to do that- and I need to take responsibility for that.

I always kept my training commitments to my PT and never made excuses or blew off appointments we had made, yet I haven’t given the same courtesy to the commitments that I have made myself. I’ll blow off a session using (not even really very creative) excuses that I would never dream of using to him. And, to be frank, I deserve more respect than that. I need to be treating myself better than that.

So here’s the thing. I’m now on this road on my own- and that’s the way that it should be, the way it needs to be. I know that there is assistance available if I choose to ask for it, but I have to demonstrate that I’m capable of putting in the hard yards if I’m to reap the rewards.

It was weird shaking hands and saying goodbye after training today, but naturally I’m sure I’ll get over it soon…break-ups are like that, apparently. Anyway, after todays tabata and kettleball session, I reckon my muscles will feel the pain for some days to come.

Break-ups are like that too.

from the back of the ferry…

OK, I admit it- I don’t really get art installations. At all.

It’s not that I haven’t tried over the years, but I simply can’t get my head around most of it. Yet it’s something I feel that I should try harder to appreciate more.

Such was the case yesterday at the Cockatoo Island installations of the Sydney Biennale. I failed to see the significance of the Fanta died fabric curtains (although it did make a striking photo),

or the mowed strip of lawn. I think I understood the pile of oyster shells and broken crockery,

and possibly even the piles of old newspapers.

The children’s dresses hanging from coat-hangers entitled “where are the children gone?” was self explanatory,

and I quite liked the strands of wool in the makeshift woolshed.

I think this was meant to be like a woolshed- & I’ve been in plenty of them over the years…although none with multi coloured dags…

Miss 14 just rolled her eyes and said helpful stuff like “get off the grass- you’re standing on the art work,” or “what do you reckon that is?” (pointing at a derelict hills hoist in the backyard of one of the old officers’ residences).

not an installation- just an old hills hoist

Hubby has never got installation art either, so didn’t even pretend to look, or try to work it out- he went straight for the convict trail.

Cockatoo Island has had a rich and varied history that dates back to 1839 when it was chosen to house the overflow of convicts on Norfolk Island. Convicts were put to work quarrying stone and even tunnelling out silos for the young colonies first attempt at something like a wheat and grain storage scheme.

Shortly after this its’ ship-building history commenced- something which carried through into the 1970s. During World War 2 Cockatoo Island was the major ship repair facility in the South Pacific. In the mid 1800s to early 1900s it was also a reform school for delinquent and orphaned girls.

These days the convict relics are worth a look, the clifftop walk worth taking, the tunnels are worth exploring, the industrial areas worth checking out, and the stairs to the top of the island worth climbing- the views are spectacular. Just keep an eye out for the seagulls nesting noisily in every possible nook and cranny.

Getting There:

Sydney Ferries run a regular service on the Balmain/Woolwich timetable from Circular Quay. Take advantage of the Sunday Funday fares with all train, bus and ferry travel for one low $2.50 per person. Bargain. We came back the “long” way via Woolwich, Birchgrove & Balmain- cheapest harbour cruise we’ve ever done!

view from the back of the ferry at Woolwich pier

Check out timetables etc on www.131500.com.au

Eating There:

There is plenty of lawn for picnics, and some great views across the harbour- especially from the top of the island. There is also a well equipped “campers kitchen” for those camping, the Island Bar (check the website for opening days & times) and a canteen selling food & drink. Check the website for other eating options as pop up restaurants pop up during events- like the Biennale which is on until 16 September, 2012.

Staying There:

Yep, you can. There are heritage holiday houses available (quite pricey) and “glamping” and camping down on the harbour-front.

Keep an eye out for:

Outpost 2013 for 5 weeks from 29 March 2013… Effectively this is an exhibition of street art in all its forms. I went last year & got some great pics…

Outpost 2011
Outpost 2011
images from St Paul de Vence and Eze from back in ’95. Quality is bad as they are pics of very bad pics.

Dinner tonight was in Eze at a local village restaurant- Auberge du Cheval Blanc- White Horse Inn. Seriously? We’ve come all the way to a medieval fortified village perched high above the Riviera like an eagles nest “le Nid d’Aigle” and we’re eating in a place called White Horse Inn? Blimey.

The meal? Well, it soon passed into memorable status- even if the décor in the restaurant was more in the vein of touristy pine. Le soupe de poissons- fish soup- served traditionally. An interactive meal if ever there was one. We rubbed garlic on the base of the bowl, added croutons (large rounds of toasted baguette) grated gruyere cheese, rouille (which was like a red, peppery mustardy, dollopy dollop) and then ladled the soup on top. And were silent.

This was followed by sea bass in provencal (tomato and garlic) sauce, cheese (as is the French way) and an average crème caramel. All washed down with carafes of Beaujolais- much like the one we were drinking out of pottery jugs just the other day in some arrondisement or another in Paris.

(Entry from my travel journal 21/9/95)

La soupe de poissons- fish soup. What can be so special about what is essentially some onions and vegetables sautéed in olive oil with garlic, tomatoes, herbs and the trimmings of whatever seafood you can get your hands on?

Naturally we can’t get the fish traditionally used in Provence- the little rockfish racasse, girelles, conger eel, sea bass. So the soupe I’m making tonight for Bastille Day is distinctly Aussie.

I will be serving it more as a Bouillabaisse (not that I should even call it that given that I won’t have any traditional fish in it) with extra seafood, croutons and a traditional rouille made from garlic, roasted peppers, dried chillies, egg yolks, saffron and some of the fish broth.

I have some disgusting looking fish trimmings and prawn heads to make the stock, and some large king prawns, salmon and lobster tails to serve with the other bits and pieces.

The recipe? I’m using a combination of two- as you do- from Rick Steins’ French Odyssey, and a falling apart copy of Robert Carriers’ Feasts of Provence. There are heaps on the interweb so let your search engine do the work for you.

As for what constitutes a real le soupe de poissons or bouillabaisse? As an indication, the Carrier book has multiple versions of each. It would appear that each village has their own version.

The base is a slow sauté in olive oil of Spanish onions, leek, fennel, carrot, celery, tomatoes and garlic. I have pre-roasted the tomatoes with olive oil to try and concentrate some flavour into out of season very average fruit. To this I add the fish bits, some herbs (I used thyme and bay) and a couple of litres of boiling water.

This is all simmered until the vegies are soft and the fish disintegrating. It is then pushed through a sieve with the back of a ladle to get all the fishy goodness out.

You can then cook some potato slices and the remaining seafood in the broth…and dream of eating the real thing somewhere by the water in Marseilles or in an ancient village on top of the world in Provence.

To serve, lay the spuds on the base of a serving plate and top with the extra seafood. Ladle the soup into bowls with the croutons, rouille and gruyere (or parmesan) cheese on the side.

Bon appetit.

Tonight we are serving this with cheap French Beaujolais- Villages by Georges de Boeufs.

I’m about to stray into too much information territory- it hurts to sit down…and walk…and move. Stairs- and lots of them- tend to do that to you!

Bondi is quintessentially Sydney- yet I have never been here. I don’t count coming through in the City to Surf- that was a pass through only.

Each year I promise myself to check out Sculptures By the Sea when the path from Tamarama to Bondi is lined with, as the name would indicate, sculptures. You guessed it- I’ve avoided that because of parking issues too…yet it is very accessible using public transport.

If you’re interested, this year it runs from Thursday 10 October, 2012- Sunday 4 November, 2012.

Anyways, we did the coastwalk that runs from Bondi through to Coogee- although we did it the opposite way around ie Coogee to Bondi. (The path from Coogee actually goes as far as Malabar in the other direction, but we did part of that one back in January.) Hence the sore bum.

The walk starts from Coogee with a walk up the hill to Dolphins Point. Check out the memorial to the victims of the Bali bombings- 20 victims of the bombing in Kuta on 20/10/02 lived in the Eastern Suburbs, with 6 of them being from the Coogee Dolphins Rugby League Club.

bali memorial at dolphins point- taken on a much sunnier day in january

Continue the path along to Gordons Bay and through to Clovelly Beach.

from Gordons Bay looking towards Clovelly
rock platforms at South Clovelly

The next climb takes you to Waveley Cemetery- possibly the best view in which to be dead in the world. There are plenty of famous Aussies buried here, so take a wander if you have time. It was at this point that the rain started to come down.

Waverley Cemetery
looking across to Bronte

This part of the walk is all cliffs and panoramas. We stopped and kept an eye out for whales- they migrate up the east coast of Sydney at this time of the year- with no luck. The views are spectacular though…

cliff faces below Waverley Cemetery

A steep descent brings you Bronte rock pool and Bronte beach. There are lots of shops here if you want to stop and grab a cuppa.

Bronte- taken last November
Bronte rock pools- taken on a much sunnier day last November

A short, relatively easy, walk brings you to Tamarama (also known as Glamarama) Beach. In the summertime this is a great spot for surfers and sunbathers. Today there were a few persistent guys with boards, but not a lot of activity.


Next is MacKenzie’s Point. The beach here is only accessible at low tide. The rock formations between here and Bondi are amazing. Apparently there are aboriginal rock carvings here, but we didn’t stop to look. I daresay if you were starting the walk at Bondi and had just scaled the steep stairs that we went down, you would have plenty of incentive to stop, catch your breath, and check out carvings!

Just around the corner the view of Bondi through to North Bondi is spectacular. A steep stair descent brings you down to Bondi Icebergs and the official finish of the walk.

Bondi Icebergs- the club has a winter swimming season traditionally started with an ice swim.

Regardless of the time of year, Bondi is great for people watching, so take a walk along the beachfront. Miss 14 is addicted to Bondi Rescue so had her eye out for lifesavers. During these school holidays a temporary ice rink had been set up.

an ice rink set up for the winter school holidays

Getting There:

Buses from the city run regularly. Check out www.131500.com.au to plan your trip. You can drive and there is paid parking along the way.

I know, not a patch on Melbourne’s street art, but at least it adds an urban edge.


Lots of options at Coogee, Bronte and Bondi Beaches. There is also a lovely café at Clovelly.

How Long?

The entire leg from Coogee to Bondi is around 6kms- depending on where you start and finish. Whilst there are a lot of hills and some very steep butt clenching stairs, it isn’t a hard walk if you have average fitness levels. For every set of stairs, there is a level off or downhill for recovery. There are also lots of water stations and chairs along the walk. Allow 2 hours and take your time. If you’re walking a dog, they must be on a leash. Oh, and don’t forget your hat, sunscreen and water bottle.

thankfully we went down these ones!

Want to know more?

Check out www.bonditocoogeewalk.com.au.

look how far we’ve come!
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