RT with Angelina

Guess where I was last weekend?

Have I told you that my Mama is an impulse traveller? OK, so she had this meeting scheduled on a Monday in Melbourne. A whole day of meetings, she said, so she may have to stay overnight. Except that she wasn't sure if she should travel earlier and come back on the day, or travel on the day and come back the next. tsk tsk tsk...

She spent hours in front of the lappy, checking flight schedules and accommodation. Then she said the magic words: "Kids, you're coming with me." Woohooo!!!!

Then the "woohoo" turned to "what?" when she said we'd have to wake up super duper early on a Sunday morning to catch a 6am flight. There goes my beauty sleep.....

Anyway, there was actually no sleeping Saturday night as everyone was so excited. Especially at the prospect of visiting Australia's most livable city. As well as the city's famous Queen Victoria Market. "I haven't been there for, like, four years," Mama said. That's about my age, Mama, and I surely haven't been there at all.

As it was too early for taxis, Mama decided to book the Sydney Airport's long term parking facility and left home around 4.30am. The flight was punctual and by 7.30am, we were already at Melbourne's Tullamarine Airport. We took the Skybus to the Southern Cross Station, then we took the tram to QVM.

The Queen Victoria Market, better known as QVM, is Melbourne's must-visit spot that was established in 1878. However, it's only open from Wednesdays to Sundays. Guess that's why Mama decided to go on Sunday. Retail therapy is her thing...you know....

The first stall we saw was this. Y'all know I can't resist poffertjes, right? What a great way to fuel up for the day....burp...lovely lovely breakfast...

Then we started visiting the sheds. There were so many to look, see and touch. Oh, not forgetting, to buy too. No worries, plenty of ATMs around.

Mama threatened to buy a dress for Brad if he doesn't behave...teeheehee...

Toys and toys for us....

Aren't those teddy bears cute? Mama bought a pink one for me....

I'd love to be immortalised like Monalisa...but it was hard for a feline to sit still....sigh....

Aahh...princess stuffs. Nope, I won't even be seen dead in them. Not for me.

Hmmm...Physics lessons at the market. The stall sells dragonflies made from bamboo that can balance on your nose.

If I don't behave, Mama said she'd buy those gowns for me. Eeeuuuwwww!!!!

My favourite....artwork and musical instruments of the First Australians. Where can a cat enrol for didgeridoo class?

Brad loves this stall. He's still googoo-gaga over soccer. The World Cup's over, mate!

Or maybe he wanted some shirts with naughty messages too?

Mama, I want that purple wig....to match the gowns? teeheehee...

I learnt soap carving from this lady. Surely they're too pretty to use in the bathroom?

Oh boy! Another stall catering for the soccer crazy! OK, we bought an Arsenal one for Dad...

Oh, we bought that embroidery piece of Melbourne's tram. The one that goes round the city for free....

Ooh...we love this musical group. Wish I had castanets so I could dance the flamenco gypsy style...breathtaking music by four hunks...drool....

They were celebrating the mooncake festival at the market on that day. So, we get to meet a couple of dancing lions too.

Brad gets to practise his soccer skills at this stall.

I felt "rich" when we paid that petshop a visit.

Say "Aum"....hmmm...familiarised ourselves with Indian stuffs, after all the Commonwealth Games is just round the corner.

Mama was in coffee wonderland...she ends up with kilos of the "black gold."

Turkish bread, anyone?

Oodles of dips to go with the bread...oo la la...

Mama wants to start on the Mediterranean diet...plenty of olives and sun-dried tomatoes, and cheese and capers...

Brad and I would rather stick to seafood diet, thank you.

After all that walking and ogling....a good cuppa....slurrrrpp!!!

Aaahhh....I have fallen in love...

What's the damage to Mama's purse? Hmmm...actually not much as we were only looking for stuffs that we can't get in Sydney.

The QVM wasn't the only market we visited that day. But that story deserves an entry of its own, OK? There's only so much photographs blogger can help upload in a day. purrr....meow!