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Wanderlust 3, from the snowy mountains to the sea

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Here’s Part 3 of the Wanderlust series.

I’m taking you away from steamy hot Yangon, back to late autumn/early winter in the Snowy Mountains, Australia. The Snowy probably evokes all kinds of folklore-ish associations for Australian school kids, from that Banjo Patterson poem about the man from Snowy River, the history of the Aboriginal people, and later, gold mining in Kiandra and the Snowy Hydro scheme. A place of legend and history and old fashioned pioneering.


We drove from Albury, through the Upper Murray Valley, and into the mountains for a couple of days. Part of the Valley is a floodplain, punctuated by the occasional abandoned town and many skeletal trees.


After the floodplains, the mountains became closer and closer. They became a backdrop to fertile farms and really neat, pretty localities. Sometimes, it’s just the general store, pub and the petrol station. Occasionally, it was just the pub (at least the priorities are right, right??). Once, there was even a hipster cafe that would cut a dash in Sydney.

But the main event was always the mountains themselves. Especially the climb to the top of Mount Kosciuszko, the highest peak.


The climb was made, really, embarrassingly easy by the ski chairlift (as this is part of the ski field in winter). Only a 13km return journey, all of it on a steel mesh/rocky gravel boardwalk – I think they also serve to protect the environment from the flocks of tourists. This short walk was full of “oh look over there” views of the surrounding mountain ranges, as there are no trees at that altitude and we had an uninterrupted view around us.

In particular, the mountains faded in colour as they were further away, creating a gorgeous, hyper coloured layers of blue. Blue that matched the sky. I wanted to stay there until sundown…


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Giving thanks (and a few travel photos)


I have been tempted, intrigued, frankly amazed by Thanksgiving in the US, and Thanksgiving related recipes in the blogosphere. So many ways with turkey, marshmallows as a main course, green bean casseroles? – and that avalanche of pumpkins!

It’s the end of Spring in Australia. In recent weeks, we celebrated friends’ birthdays, attended a beautiful wedding, and as part of all this travelled to Canberra and the Jindabyne / Snowy Mountains region. In the spirit of Thanksgiving, I am thankful for having such good friends, though we don’t see some of them as much as we would like. These trips also promoted me to reflect on the year that was, and what lies ahead.

This blog is just over a year old (no proper blogoversary, yet, unless you count our recent Moroccan feast and That Cake). I have ‘met’ many gorgeous bloggers, discovered such creative ideas, and learned new baking and cooking techniques.

Can you believe that I was terrified of yeast even last year? And now I can look croissant and brioche and baguette in the eye. No flinching. Along the way, we’ve also had a giant cookie, rosewater savarin, fig caramel tart, tea eggs, profiteroles, and galettes. And bundt cakes, large (with persimmon) and mini (with blueberries)

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I’ve befriended our little camera. Last year, I only knew auto mode, and couldn’t tell you about any of those buttons. And we are not talking about a DSLR, this is a point and shoot with some manual functions. Baby steps!

And the next year? More cooking and baking (maybe balanced with more yoga). Hopefully more travel. Maybe learning techy blog stuff like CSS (eeep!). And above all fun with blogging and non-blogging friends.

What prompted this bout of introspection?

This …

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