Showing posts with label mosque. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mosque. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Eid a la Angelina

PROLOG
"Mama, are we going to Nana's house for Eid?" asked Brad. I let him ask the hard questions as he's always into trouble anyway.
"Ehmmm...we're not. In fact, we'll be going outstation this time around as your Dad and I have to do abattoir duty," came Mama's answer.
I couldn't suppress my excitement and had to open my mouth too, "Where are we going? Are you taking us with you? How long will we be away? You're not sending us to the babysitter again, are you?"
"Whoa! Calm down girl. We are going to a faraway city called Dubbo, about 400km away," Mama said and continued, "To all your other questions, except the last one, the answer is YES!"
Brad suddenly jumped and yelled, "Yahoo!!!!"
"Brad, behave! Or else you'll be left alone at home," o-oh...Dad has spoken.

ON THE ROAD
Frankly, the journey wasn't very exciting. It was indeed a loooooong looooong way from Sydney to Dubbo. Along the way, we passed by places like the Blue Mountains, small towns like Bathurst, Orange, Lucknow, Molong, Wellington before reaching Dubbo in the afternoon. I guess Dad was irrirated by Brad's constant whingeing of, "Are we there yet?" that we made very minimals stops.



Bales of hay in the field - had to convince Dad to stop so we could stretch our legs
among the brownish wonder.

The loooong road to Dubbo - this is what we see all along the way.

Finally, a much welcomed signboard.

Our room was quite nice. We stayed at the Cattleman's, reputedly Dubbo's best hotel. It has three swimming pools and award-winning restaurant.

EID DAY 1
Eid started with prayers at this little mosque (Kotku Mosque) that was established back in 2000.

Breakfast courtesy of the mosque. We get to mingle with the locals.

AT THE ABATTOIR
Then, Mama and Dad went to the abattoir to witness animal slaughtering there. We were left at the hotel as Mama didn't want us to be exposed to the gory scene. The abattoir management wouldn't allow us in anyway. Yeah, what if the shepherd dogs get excited and forgot their duties of guarding and guiding the sheep?

Sheep in the paddock.

Sheep before the slaughter. From these....

...to these...

...and these...

All packed to be shipped overseas.

To be continued....