Finally. Mama said that Brad and I are now old enough to go to the Sydney Royal Easter Show. Although the location, Sydney Showground at the Olympic Park is only 10 minutes from home, Mama had never taken us there. Perhaps she was afraid that we would be trampled by cattle on stampede there. As if....
Anyway, as April has been declared as Brad's month (we're not sure of Brad's actual birthday but it's some time in April, hence...) he got to choose what to do or where to go last weekend. So, went to the Easter Show we did. Words can't describe the feelings I had when we were there. The animals, the food, the atmosphere...so carnival like.
So, feast your eyes on the photographs, OK?
Anyway, as April has been declared as Brad's month (we're not sure of Brad's actual birthday but it's some time in April, hence...) he got to choose what to do or where to go last weekend. So, went to the Easter Show we did. Words can't describe the feelings I had when we were there. The animals, the food, the atmosphere...so carnival like.
So, feast your eyes on the photographs, OK?
The sign says it all. Costs $33 per adult to enter. Cats? Free...
Brad tried hard to convince Mama to let him go on those flying chairs. Kept quiet when caps started falling off from the sky. hahahaha...scaredy cat.
Look at those Angora sheep...Brad thought they were poodles.
A cow being buffed and polished before judgement.
Are you enjoying the grooming session, Daisy?
The Animal Walk...oh...I feel so honoured.
Hmmm...Mama was thinking of replacing her sofa with bales of hay...interesting "chairs" eh?
Candy the lamb...Brad was salivating and kept whispering "lamb chops" to me.
If only Mama had allowed us to ransack this fine display of beef...
Mama said she might try making these at home. Chef Razee...help me out here.
How now brown cow? And Brad kept whispering "steak! steak! steak!" when we met this lovely cow.
In the eyes of this handsome boy, I'm more fascinating than those rabbits...
Aunty Pat, doesn't this chap look like your Toffee?
Goats and babies mingling and petting each other...har har har
We don't know the name of this chooks species. So, let's call them furrchook or...catchook? What do you think Aunty Zendra? GM chooks?
Brad: Hie there mutton chops. Goat: I'll spear you with my horns...
Lady with cow, meet lady with cats. It only happens at the Easter show.
Mother and daughter love of the Lowline kind...moooooo.....
Hisss....don't you come near me you filthy reptile!
That's not a plush toy. That's a live but sleeping koala.
Uncle Lee, would you like a new leather belt?
Am guessing Aunty Pi would love riding this pony...teeheehee...
Err...I thought this sausage guy is rather vulgar looking.
This boat is specially dedicated to Father of Biscuit...the long slow boat to NZ!!! har har har *evil laughs*
Our lunch - chicken gozleme, nachos and beans, and wedges with cream and chili sauce. Itadakimasu.
A Bolivian band serenades while we had our lunch. Not bad though we'd rather listen to Aunty Puteri crooning at karaoke.
OMG! Andrea, wouldn't you love ogling the woodcutting competitors...those beefy muscles...aaargh...I'm falling in love...
Mama wouldn't let us have corn on the cobs. But Aunty E (CO78) would love these vegetarian lovelies, right?
What if we dye our fur purple or green like those kids? Hmmm....
Replica of an oyster farm. Brad to Aunty Sherry: Let's roll the bowling ball on them...har har har *evil laughs*
No, we didn't get those choc-dipped strawberries either. Aunty Anne? What about you?
Dr Bala, the monyets would surely love to frolick here.
Aunty Ahan, some Aussie custard apples for you?
This stall won first prize for their creativity and wit. Champions...just like Mother and Father of Tabby up there in London.
Yummy Mummy, after the wedding parties...DIET!!!
Let's do some time travelling. Pak Mat, come with me.
This display represents our district...
Cupcakes...glorious cupcakes...I'm dedicating this to Aunty Paula. To cure your BWS.
Aunty Naz, honey popcorn for you and the kids. You know...while we watch old P Ramlee movies.
Cookies anyone? Perhaps Aunty Yatt and Aunty Kay? No need to bake your own, OK?
Aussie nougats...yummmm....for Aunty Amal, Aunty Aimy and Cheqna...may you come visit us again...
A bit of rest under the tree...we walked for three hours non-stop!
Some souvenirs before we went home.
Uncle Hilmi, it's a date OK? We'll go bull riding next.Oh, we slept for two days and two nights after the trip...Aunty NanaDJ and Aunty Elle, tolong urut kaki, boleh? purrr....meow!
