If you ever come to Perth, make sure you stop at Mill Point Road at South Perth. There is a quaint Italian restaurant at the corner, filled with homely spirit.
My partner and I were driving past and noticed a huge crowd stand there in front of Ciao Italia. At first we thought, it must have just opened, but no, we were wrong! This place is full every evening, with people willing to wait after a tiring days work just for a take away.
So naturally, both of us decided to see what all the fuss was about. We ordered ravioli and tortellini. The portions were generous, and the pasta home-made and fresh. D-e-licious! I honestly didn't even taste pasta like this in Italy itself. The flavours were true, honest, and most of all fresh. You could literally taste 'mama's love' in the cooking, which many restaurants claim, but fail to deliver.
The owner Spartacus and his wife, have set up a beautiful restaurant, which will remind you of the one pictured in Walt Disney's 'Lady and the Tramp'. With checkered table cloths, you'll be sitting knee to knee and knocking elbows with your neighbors.
The atmosphere is filled with excitement, joy and happiness. And it is rather infectious, even on a cold, rainy spring night. The waiters will entertain with true Italian Spirit!
I'm not going to do anymore PR for this place, rather you should try it. Ciao Italia - corner of Mill Point Road and Douglas Ave South Perth.
And be prepared for generous serves of fantastic REAL Italian food!
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Sunday, December 02, 2007
The Bindmurra Cattle Station Country Music Campout 07
It is the most engulfing feeling, searching for the Bindmurra Cattle station (past grid no. 4 west of the road to Swan Reach – our directions read). One would never guess that you could hide a crowd of more than 100 people, caravans and music on such flat terrain. Yet, somehow, the Bindmurra station did manage to do so.
As we drove up the road and turned, there in front of us, lighting up the sky was the largest full moon one had ever seen. In the distance, it looked bigger than a hovercraft in the sky. Enflamed with the suns’ remaining light, it lit the sky like a fireball, as if someone had dropped a firebomb.
The brilliance of the moon light shone in the direction of our destination – the 2007 Bindmurra Cattle Station Country Music Campout.
It was amazing sitting amongst people of all sorts of calibre and knowledge of country music. Everyone, with their seats all spread across the cattle station having given up the comforts of urban or town living and gathered under the red hot and dusty Australian sun to listen to the universal language of music.
The music and words sparked sing-a-longs, dance and a tranquillity, that was redefined by the soothing taste of cold bourbon or beer. The more the day passed
, the more relaxed one felt, despite the heat and the dust.Surrounded by poets and musicians, their words defined the honest man’s life, his thoughts, dreams and hopes. For a moment one was transported through these words into their lives, and sometimes the tunes mutated you into one of them.
Our time there was both ethereal, and an adventure, as that Saturday night we were thrown into the direction of a passing atrocious wind and lightening storm. However, our little tent managed to survive, thanks to the strength and stability of our Subaru. It was truly a battle between machine and nature... with two humans caught in between.
Those moments were divine, and will always be carried with us as one of the most memorable weekends we have ever had.
Saturday, September 22, 2007
Naracoorte Caves, South Australia
Michelangelo's Creation
The fairy castle
(limestone deposits reflected in pool of water below)
The skeleton of the giant kangaroo - now extinct
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
The indigenous song
He sang a song I could not comprehend
The song of neither my time nor his
It was a song of pain
A song calling for freedom
A song calling for the elders to join him in his singing
Calling out to the elders he did
And looking up
He saw the grandeur of the mountains
As if the ghosts were to climb out amongst the rocks
And join him in his tune
Come save us he called
Come free us he sang
I could see them standing there
Tears upon their cheeks
And the sun upon their face
Come save us he called
Come free us he sang
I was among them
Like a lonely Shepard looking down upon his sheep
Deserted and condemned we stood
On this earth we became one
Our skin was different
But our sentiments
Became same
Our hope we sang
Our freedom we called
A new world beaming
Sentiments combined
We will not let them push us
We will not let our children down
Our hope became one
Our freedom was yet to come.
He sang a song I could not comprehend
The song of neither my time nor his
It was a song of pain
A song calling for freedom
A song calling for the elders to join him in his singing
Calling out to the elders he did
And looking up
He saw the grandeur of the mountains
As if the ghosts were to climb out amongst the rocks
And join him in his tune
Come save us he called
Come free us he sang
I could see them standing there
Tears upon their cheeks
And the sun upon their face
Come save us he called
Come free us he sang
I was among them
Like a lonely Shepard looking down upon his sheep
Deserted and condemned we stood
On this earth we became one
Our skin was different
But our sentiments
Became same
Our hope we sang
Our freedom we called
A new world beaming
Sentiments combined
We will not let them push us
We will not let our children down
Our hope became one
Our freedom was yet to come.
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
Monday, November 20, 2006
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