Friday, April 13, 2007

Alan, Fiona & Tate - Easter 2007

We went down to Adelaide for Easter mainly to see these guys. Of course, there was a bit of sightseeing, too.

On with the rellie stuff...

Tate with a big bucket of lego. Woot.

Tate with his dad.

The back yard.

Likewise - and, I'm told (because I certainly wasn't going to find out for myself) a mysterious box containing a brown snake. Dead, apparently.

More mystery. The plants that have no name.

He definitely has a name - Recky (wrecky?).

Recky chases balls - actually, anything.

And this is his favorite bird-bath - which he thinks is a dog-bath.

Men out playing footie.

Proper footie.

There's the barbie - the cops check that every Australian owns one.

The window is Tate's bedroom - the one with the Spurs scarf.

Me and my brother, Alan.

For some reason people think we're related to the Adam's family.

We went up to Handorf. for some grub

German peasant chic.

Tate tries his hand at riding - sensibly choosing something plastic over something stupid.

Even if it does take off, it's got all that wood to drag around.

It also has a bottom. Thanks for that, Tate.

The mandatory visit to the fairy grotto. Probably a good idea to take some dangerous drugs first.

See what I mean - oooh, the colours.

Kim & Tate.

Kim & me!

A rose between two thorns, apparently.

Nice family pic - though Tate is still looking for the horses arse.

Sistas - and a rubber aeroplane.

Wednesday, April 11, 2007

Adelaide

At Easter, we decided to go down to Adelaide, mainly to visit my brother, Alan. This is the non-family-related Adelaide pics...

Looks like a bus, smells like a bus - but slower.

Central Square - with a reminder of one of your previous queens.

Kim by the waterfall.

And me by a stature of a hairy bloke.

One of the old trams to Glenelg...

...the palindrome where the seagulls live.

And very pretty it is, too.

Adelaide's new mass transport system.

Likewise.

You just can't have enough duty-free opals.

The ship that isn't. It's a mock-up restaurant - presumably with pirates or somesuch.

Rocked up (down?) the coast to Brighton for lunch. Beach surprisingly denuded (snigger) of homosexuals.

Oh yeah, this was the car we hired - a Toyota Shitbox.

Lunch - really, really good fish & chips.

He thought so, too.

These guys were fishing.

Onward to Port Aledaide.

Where the boats come from.

We stayed at this place in town - the Directors Inn.

Sunset from the Scenic Hotel up in the hills.

And thence to Handhorf and all things German.

In case they get the urge to invade Poland.

All cutsey old buildings.

And FULL of tourists (not like us).

Dropped in to Mount Lofty (so called because Australians like to use the "bleedin' obvious" nomenclature system - it's a mountain, it's high).

On finals back into Sydney Airport. Around Botany somewhere.