Le jour de ma naissance

Happy birthday to me
Happy birthday to me
Happy birthday I'm 20 and no longer a teenager
Happy birthday to me

Back in the comfort of my own room

Je suis back. Back to the city life. School, traffic, cold autumn rain, wet beaches...

But hey, I look at the bright side of things. There are no mosquitoes in my room.

Bula from Fiji

Bula!

So here I am. In a ridiculously small island called Beachcomber in Fiji. It takes me 10 minutes to walk around the island. Yet it still has internet. The only thing here is a resort. I'm staying in a big room with bunkbeds. Hut like roof. No walls. My mosquito bitten body is going to have a party. Amazing food though. Today I had guava, papaya, and passionfruit. And banana jam.

Tonight, crab racing. Sounds like they do it differently here. In Sydney, evey Wednesday night my friends and I head down to a pub to witness and sometimes participate in crab racing. We'll see how it goes down tonight. Will keep you updated.

This internet place is costing me a fortune. Must head back to the non-airconditioned world.

Moce!

V to the ancouver

Oh how I miss...

- Rootbeer
- Pedestrian friendly streets
- Bagels with creem cheese
- Tim Hortons
- Snow-capped mountains
- JJ bean's chocolate whipped cream
- Spicy salmon sushi rolls
- Reading ingredient lists in French

However, the rain and the wind I do not miss.

Where the mountains are blue

I went on a church retreat to the Blue Mountains on Friday. It wasn't held at the actual touristy spot but in this other area called Springwood. But in the touristy spot (Katoomba), the mountains are actually blue.

At the retreat we had a very good speaker from one of the congregations who spoke to us on the topic of "faithfulness." It was interesting. We played crazy games on Saturday night, as you can see.

More random and crazy games involving balloons and tape.

Earlier that day I went abseiling with a group of people from the retreat. Here is me pretending to be artsy and taking a photo of my shadow after putting on the harness and looking like a pro.

Here is Zenith realizing that jumping off an overhang and being shot down 50 meters is a BIT of an adrenaline rush...moment. One of the instructors was Canadian. We bonded. Except for when he pretended to pull me back up the cliff by the rope after I had reached the bottom and scared the crap out of me for a good 5 seconds. He figured he could bug me throughout the climbs since we were both Canadians and obviously were "tight like that." Dude, you're from Ontario.

I told my abseiling buddies to strike an abseiling pose. Unfortunately Al was the only one who pulled it off on time. Now he just stands out and looks a tad silly.