Category: Travel, travels



In the Illawara Region of New South Wales lies Kangaroo Valley, just 2 hours drive southwest of Sydney. Hemmed in by towering mountains, we weaved downhill along Moss Vale Road through winding roads to reach this historic township. Welcoming us was this suspension bridge across Kangaroo River named after a former Governor of New South Wales (1895-1899).

 

 

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The medieval tower style of the bridge complete with turrets is quite an attraction. Throw in the many quaint inns, pubs, cafes, art galleries and boutique shops and it is well worth the 2 hour drive. No wonder it looks like a favorite destination of bikers and day trippers. Parked along the main road, fronting pubs and inns, or behind the cafes are big bikes of varying sizes and makes.

 

 

 

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We couldn’t resist checking out the 1890’s-era landmark pub and hotel called The Friendly Inn. Reportedly bought back by its former owner and operated 7 days a week, the simple meals aren’t exactly something you’d blog about. But we enjoyed its backyard which looked more like a picnic ground complete with a play area which our 2 little elves (i love calling my grandchildren that) enjoyed. It certainly helped that we brought our own wine (love the B.Y.O. Drink here in OZ) to enjoy while gazing out into the grassy backyard where a lone helicopter is parked. (Some VIPs must have arrived and we were simply clueless who they were)

 

 

 

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If you happen to be in the area, be sure to dine al fresco behind the Inn rather than inside where it is cramped and the furniture looking kind of tired and worn out. Outside is more refreshing as you watch the comings and goings while nursing your drink. Servings are huge, so remember that you can share. And next time, do check who jumped out of that helicopter so you’re in the know! πŸ˜‰

 

 

 

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Just 11 kilometers northeast of Sydney’s Central Business District is this slice of paradise. There were ferry rides from Circular Quay but my nephew chose to drive. With 2 kids in tow, that’s a smart move. A car “locks” them in place πŸ˜‰ So you can just imagine all that pent-up energy unlocking and bursting as soon as they stepped out of the car. Thank goodness for all that grassy space!

 

 

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The City From Across The Bay

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Doyles’ Seafood Indulgence!

 

 

We unloaded the wine, nuts and chips from the trunk and chose a lovely spot to lay out the picnic mat while my nieces headed towards Doyles before the next ferry unloads a fresh batch of visitors. From where I was seated, I got a picturesque view of the Sydney Harbour. The Bridge is visible on this clear day. Aaahhh….. This is life! I meant to keep an eye on the kids while they ran around, tried climbing a tree, chased the seagulls (one of them birds SNATCHED a chicken nugget off the little boy’s fingers!) and threw off their boots to play by the shore. Well…… call me irresponsible.

 

 

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A seagull snatched a chicken nugget off his tiny fingers!

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What’s the problem, dahling?

 

 

Soon, we were feasting on calamari, oysters, chicken nuggets, fish and chips while my nephew took over minding the kids. Indulgence. The line for Doyles takeouts has now spilled out to the street. Aren’t we glad we beat the lines! A quick look at the wine bottle reminded me to nurse my drink. Sun is out. What a lovely day. We need another bottle……

 

 

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Off they go!

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As soon as the kids grew tired playing by the beach, we walked towards the “gap” for an even more spectacular view of the Ocean. Waves pounding against the cliff, a rocky coast, and a great lookout point. I’m told there’s a walkway towards Bondi Beach but I’d leave that to the hikers. This is enough adventure for me. The kids are well-behaved. They’re tired but still cheerful. Now, off to the Gelateria!

 

 

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Rocky coast in The Gap. Just a short walk from Camp Cove Beach.

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Grandma with Xion and Anika . Happiness πŸ™‚


Wollongong. Meaning “Sound of the Seas”. I had to check how that’s spelled! Just 80 kilometers from Sydney is this city by the sea that is the gateway to the South Coast. Its harbour houses two lighthouses. I would have been happy with one but this coastal city has two!

 

 

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Sun’s out. Our little boy is restless. And the picnic basket is full of chips, drinks, fruits, biscuits and other snack items. It wasn’t a long drive, but this growing boy with us immediately got busy munching the time away. By the time we got here, there was just enough bread for the birds. There were so many of them but this pack is quite disciplined, used to waiting to be fed rather than snatching food from our fingers. They settled for what we threw their way or what were blown off our picnic table.

 

 

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While the sun shines brightly, there was no letup as winds messed up our hair and blew away some chips off the table. The birds swooped down and low for a taste of those chips. Not one chip left scattered on the ground. Our boy took charge of feeding the birds till the bread ran out. Funny how his shrieks sounded almost like the birds’.

 

 

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The long coast of Australia must be dotted with these picture-perfect all-white towers. Same Same but different. Of the 2 lighthouses here in Wollongong, the newer one is located in what is called Flagstaff Point guarded by cannons. The older but more charming one is located in the breakwater seemingly guarding the lovely harbour. Built in 1871 but lovingly restored in 2002. As it was badly deteriorated before restoration work started in 2000, The newer Wollongong Head Lighthouse on Flagstaff Point took over as the major lightΒ in 1937.

 

 

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I only wish the lighthouses didn’t have to be all white all the time. Is there an international law on how lighthouses should be painted? I was thinking mint green or baby pink. πŸ™‚ Kidding aside, it’s lovely out here. I was quite content just taking a stroll and watching some surfers enjoying the swells. There was no time to visit the Nan Tien Temple which I hear is the largest Buddhist Temple in the Southern Hemisphere. Perhaps I’d check it out next time i visit riding on my new Harley Davidson, ready to cruise the Grand Pacific Drive. Ahem. Pipe dreams. πŸ˜‰

 

 

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If you’re seeking some quiet time in prayer, this Benedictine Abbey in Jamberoo may be the perfect place for you. We reached the place after visiting nearby Kiama but not without losing confidence we were driving in the right direction. A couple of calls to the Abbey and we found ourselves finally back on track after initially turning back. And so on to 695 Jamberoo Mountain Road.

 

 

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Australia has mild winters and a walk along this tree-lined road can be quite an experience.

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Last photo of my pair of shoes that has seen better days. I’m happy the pair’s last photo was this shot taken at the Abbey.

 

 

The way to the Abbey is almost magical as we drove through a lonely road lined with trees that has seen winter. Well, it IS winter in Australia in July. The scenery reminded us of the vow of silence and prayerful meditation following the rule of Saint Benedict. Quite a chore, given that we arrived with 2 little boys. The small chapel with stained glass windows kept them quiet only for a while. Curiosity got the better of the youngest boy especially once we reached the Guestry where guests are welcomed with the Benedictine hospitality.

 

 

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The walkway to the Chapel where the Benedictine nuns pray and meditate.

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The Altar overlooks a lovely garden.

 

 

We were the only ones in the Chapel but photo files allowed us to imagine how the Benedictine Nuns pray and meditate within this lovely chapel overlooking a garden. There were not too many chairs and pews, indicating the nun population is quite limited. The Guestry has 3 tables and the boys easily claimed 2 where they enjoyed their juice and cookies. We were served coffee and tea plus a most inspiring talk with one of the nuns. Her voice was just a couple of notches above a whisper, and we found her demeanor and quiet glee most reassuring. She listed down our names with a promise that they will include us all in prayer.

 

 

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Photo sourced from the website of Benedictine Abbey in Jamberoo. At the time we visited, we were the only ones inside the Chapel.

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So eerily quiet here. But not in a disturbing way. The gentle silence is conducive to prayerful meditation.

 

 

As we chatted, the boys loitered around the nearby hall and corridor. I’m sure the youngest boy was tempted to wet himself in the small pond and to blow some of the lighted candles. Thank God he didn’t as we eagerly listened to Sister telling us how retreatants are welcome to rent and stay in some of the few cottages within the complex. A family cottage is available too, and guided retreats can be arranged. Lunch will be served in the Refectory but breakfasts are prepared by retreatants inside the cottages using supplies provided by the nuns.

 

 

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Photo of the Guestry sourced from the web.

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Photo of the Refectory sourced from the Web.

 

 

The first word of the Rule of St. Benedict is “LISTEN”.. Sounds simple, but having just done a retreat in a Benedictine Monastery back home, I know it isn’t that simple. “Incline the ear of your heart” requires some serious finetuning of the senses if one were to feel God’s presence. The atmosphere in this Abbey and the solitude should help achieve this prayerful silence during the retreat. To quiet one’s heart can be quite a chore and may not come as naturally to most people. But one’s got to try.

 

(Thanks Reia, for driving us to this Abbey, plus lotsa more!)

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Photo of the Abbey sourced from the Web.

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Photo of the Retreat Cottages sourced from the Web.

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Abbey Crafts available for sale in the Abbey Crafts Store.


“A place where the sea makes noise.” That’s what the aboriginal word “KIAMA” means. Yet what we found was a quiet, calm, serene little town with a lovely strip of quaint little shops, galleries and cafes with walkways along the coast.

 

 

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So, where’s all the “noise”? Right beside the over-a-century year old Kiama Lighthouse (1888) is where the sea makes noise. That is if you’re lucky and/or has the patience to wait. My niece has been here before and was pleasantly surprised to have the “blowhole” making a grand show of regular sprays from the crack. It was “lazy” the last visit, she said.

 

 

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The rainbow lingered after each spray on this sunny day…. the winds pushing the waters to gush out at frequent intervals. The little ones with us enjoyed the show as much as we did. Just as I delighted on my first lighthouse visit just 120 kilometers down south from Sydney.

 

 

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At the end of a tree-lined walkway is a Rock Pool. I can just imagine summers here. Swimming or walking or biking, this is such a pleasant place to be in. Kiama has some dining options too — not too many nor much variety, but there is a quiet, relaxing vibe in these tiny cafes.

 

 

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Make sure to come by for a good stroll, a late lunch and perhaps another walk. Enjoy the vibe!

 

 

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Here’s a quick one. We meant to be dropped off in Glorietta when we were pleasantly surprised with the tents being set up and food trucks parked around that tiny park fronting Glorietta and Makati Shangrila Hotel.

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There were burgers, fish & chips, arroz caldo, bbq’s, ice cream, tacos, roast chicken, mac and cheese, kakanin like rice cakes, and so much more!

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How exciting to find these food trucks here. As soon as my apos and I got off the car, we lost no time checking out the many stalls. So many choices. And lots of new food dishes to try. We’re waiting for Truck Bun to get ready — planning on trying the Japa-dog, whatever that is. Also Jasper’s Chicken where we can actually sit inside the van! (The Chicken Karaage with Sour cream and their “wet sauce” was good!) Then finish off with Merry Moo’s ice cream. Or you can cross the street towards Family Mart to buy their P25 green tea soft-serve ice cream in the comforts of an air-conditioned space with tidy restroom. Hmmmm. Nice Thursday afternoon.

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A week after I visited a monastery run by Benedictine Monks down South, I was reminded of my Visita Iglesia back in April earlier this year. Among the 7 churches and chapels I visited, the most striking in my book was the Abbey of Our Lady of Montserrat, more popularly called San Beda Chapel. It is a gem waiting to be discovered and rediscovered…… in an area more remembered as the posh San Miguel district in Manila where the moneyed and high society used to lead elegant lifestyles by the banks of the then clean, oil spill-free Pasig River. Quite ironically, it is also known of late as the Mendiola site that bore witness to way too many rallies, even bloody protests, as rallyists marched towards MalacaΓ±ang.

 

 

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Abbey of Our Lady of Montserrat

 

 

This neo-Gothic Chapel was designed by a Swedish architect by the name of George Asp. It would have looked even lovelier when it was consecrated in 1925, with those Sistine Chapel-like ceilings painted by artist-monk Fr. Lesmes Lopez, a Benedictine Monk. Awesome is an overused word, but yes, it is indeed awesome!

 

 

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You would have thought you’re somewhere in Europe. But naah, this is the San Beda Chapel right in Mendiola!

 

 

The stars in the galaxy must have conspired to spare this magnificent church from the destruction of the Second World War. Just a block away from MalacaΓ±an Palace by the Pasig River, both structures survived the carpet bombing during the Battle of Manila. Many of its historic counterparts in Intramuros were not as lucky. It surprises me though that not too many are even aware of the striking beauty of this college chapel. One look at the painting of the Apotheosis of the Most Holy Name of Jesus, the retablo and many bronze angels holding lamps to illumine the chapel in a “Rennaissance” kind of way, and you’re transported out of the slums, dirt, grime, chaos of Manila. I can imagine the old rich and elite hearing Sunday masses in this lovely college chapel back then. Can you?

 

 

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Photo Sourced from the Net


Nestled in the coffee-planted hills of Barangay San Jose, Malaybalay, Bukidnon is the Monastery of the Transfiguration run by Benedictine Monks. Not many know of this spiritual facility, but I’m sure many are familiar with the Monks’ Blend Coffee from this area. Seven times in a day, these monks sing hymns and pray in a place lush with greenery amidst slopes carpeted in various shades of green.

 

 

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A gentle reminder to SHUT UP. Entrance to the Monastery of the Transfiguration in Barangay San Jose, Malaybalay, Bukidnon.

 

 

Here, monks, overcast skies and landscapes seem to work in perfect harmony. No, there are no duvets to cover and wrap tired bodies in the tiny, meticulously clean spartan rooms, but listening to the overriding sound of silence is good for tired souls. Yes, good even for the non-religious.

 

 

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Sit on the grass and wait for either sunrise or sunset.

 

 

This is where one can restore one’s self back to sanity, unloading many of those cobwebs that claimed space in our urban mindsets. Eat, sleep, and be still. The monks pray seven times a day starting with the 3:40 am Matins. The retreatants are welcome to join them. In between the Matins, Morning Prayers and Mass, Vespers and Evening Prayers, you may pray the rosary while walking around the gardens and viewing the hills and perhaps one of the last surviving forested blocks in the entire archipelago. It felt so routinary and familiar to wake up slightly past 3 in the morning and walking out of your “cocoon” of a Guest House towards the Chapel. The bells warn you. The Monks singing in Latin soothe you. It felt so right. So harmonious. And so dark. Before long, varied hues of sunrise colors magically appear on the horizon. Other times, a fog may descend without warning. Literally like touching clouds as they pass by. Feel free to sit on the grass near the Chapel to wait for sunrise and sunset.

 

 

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The Guest House. Monastery of the Transfiguration in Malaybalay, Bukidnon.

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Sunrise at the Monastery of the Transfiguration.

 

 

Every 2nd Sunday of the month, the growing popularity of the “Breakfast With The Monks” bring in as many as 300 traveling some distance from Iligan City (3 hour drive), Davao (5 hours) and Cagayan de Oro (2 hours). We missed this, but we had the most charming experience of chatting up 2 monks who may have abandoned their vow of silence while we were there πŸ™‚ Fr. Col and Fr. Elias engaged us in a chat about gardens, joked with us, ate with us. I love how Fr. Elias would laugh with us then bring us back to some life philosophy inspired by the Good Book. We share the same mantra about “celebrating life” but I have tons to learn in the area of detachment. 😦

 

 

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Soon after the Morning Mass. Monastery of the Transfiguration in Malaybalay.

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Our Lady of Montserrat.

 

 

The pyramid-inspired architecture by the late National Artist Leandro Locsin is a masterpiece to have combined the conflicting elements of simplicity and grandeur. Inside is a large cross hanging above the altar which simply consists of a huge rock. Behind it and illumined by a lone spotlight is the statue of Our Lady of Montserrat donated by the Benedictine Monks of Montserrat near Barcelona, Spain. You can view the Virgin and Child up close by scaling a few steps behind the rock altar.

 

 

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Museum of Liturgical Vestments. Monastery of the Transfiguration. Malaybalay, Bukidnon.

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The Museum of Liturgical Vestments. Lovingly set up and created by Dom Martin aka Gang Gomez.

 

 

Within the Monastery compound is the Museum of Vestments. Dom Martin aka Gang Gomez (yes, that fashion designer and icon) truly made an admirable collection of vestments inspired by tribal designs and indigenous materials. Be sure to drop in, along with a visit to the Store where you can buy peanuts and coffee grown by the Monks. St. Benedict medallions and icons are likewise available here.

 

 

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The Refectory at the Guest House. Monastery of the Transfiguration. Malaybalay.

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Keep your tables neat and clean. Glasses, utensils, food scraps in one corner of the Refectory.

 

 

Or…….. You can always head back to the Guest House for your snacks of coffee ( Monks’ Blend, of course) and muffins. Breakfast, lunch and dinner are simple affairs. I love how each diner leaves the dining table clean by putting away all glasses, utensils and food scraps after each meal. Dining in silence? Possible. Unless you chat up a monk. πŸ˜‰ But if you’re not up for a stroll ( i wasn’t after the 3:40 am Matins), it maybe a better idea to crawl back to your tiny, semi-hard, good-for-the-back bed for a power nap before the next prayer and feeding times. Goodnight!

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The Corridor to the spartan rooms. Monastery of the Transfiguration. Malaybalay.

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The Spartan Room. Monastery of the Transfiguration. Malaybalay. Bukidnon.


If Loch Ness has its monster, Lake Lanao had its Omaca-An. Emphasis on “had”. Monster gone. Omaca-An was no match to Rajah Indarapatra who went in search of his slain brother Rajah Solaiman, earlier defeated by the same giant man-eating monster. The legend goes that Rajah Indarapatra swam everyday for many years in the waters of Lake Lanao in search for his brother’s ring, but failed. In his search, he gathered many stones stretching some distance which later formed the Agus River, the only outlet of Lake Lanao. The same river dropped down a deep ravine which is now Maria Cristina Falls.

 

 

 

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The Majestic Maria Cristina Falls. Iligan City.

 

 

Now, why name the Falls Maria Cristina in a region that’s predominantly Muslim at the time? Maria Cristina are really 2 persons. Two maidens living near the Falls, in love with the same man. The sisters loved each other very much and their beauty attracted many Datus and Sultans including the son of a Sultan who happened to love BOTH maidens. For this man’s indecision (or infidelity?), each of the 2 sisters sacrificed their lives by jumping from the top of the Falls. Maria, the younger went first. When Cristina learned of her beloved younger sister’s suicide, she likewise threw herself down the ravine. Both maidens gone. And the Sultan’s son? He never married. He buried their bodies under the Falls and named the Falls in honor of the 2 loving sisters he loved and cherished.

 

 

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The legend about the name Maria Cristina I’ve heard before. Now I’m told there’s another legend from the Maranaw folklore. And this has nothing to do with romance. Rather, it may have something to do with Divine intervention. The legend begins with a mythical hero named Prince Bantugan. The Prince intended to visit the Maranaws with the intention of conquering this tribe. He thus ordered his men to find the biggest and longest tree, and to fashion a big boat out of it. The floating vessel was named Rinamuntao Mapalao, designed with a prow looking like the mouth of a crocodile. Stocked with food, ammunition, and the bravest warriors, the boat sailed with Prince Bantugan along the Agus River, reaching Maria Cristina in 2 days.

 

 

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When word reached the Maranaws that Prince Bantugan and his warriors have arrived, they gathered for prayer and “sent a storm and an earthquake”. The gods or “tonongs” allegedly heard their prayers upon which Agus River swirled, overflowed and flooded the entire area. Right where the Rinamuntao Mapalao was anchored, the river opened up and swallowed the big boat along with its warriors. The crevice created the ravine over which the Falls cascaded down. According to this legend, the Prince, the warriors and the boat are still within the area, to “rise” only near the end of the world. Meanwhile, the Prince and his army of brave warriors are “enchanted” and exist around the foot of the Falls. Hmmmmm. Quite a story, don’t you think?

 

 

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He topped the charts in at least 15 countries and is still hitting it with his signature Gangnam Style song and dance routine. So LSS that almost every kid in my country readily jumps at the song’s first few bars. And when that happens, be sure the adults will soon join the fray. Ewwww, my not so little elves would say.

 

 

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As my friends said……..the “land of cuteness”. Right, Fely?

 

 

K Fashion. K Pop. I look at young men and stare mindlessly, trying to figure out their hairdo. Curly tops, bangs way over one eye, neon shorts and pants. Whoa, so …….. What else, Korean!

 

 

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The elves would love shopping here!

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Look at the facade. The displays. So Korean!

 

 

Retail therapy at its best. There’s more. Walks across the night markets of Myeongdong or just strolling past underground stalls in subway stations make you forget the time or take the right exits!

 

 

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View from Coffee Bean at the 2nd floor of our Nine Tree Hotel.

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More shops. Such retail therapy!

 

 

Day or night, rain or shine, those cute-sy shops can easily take half a day. Or the whole night. You go at your wits’ ends too choosing where to eat. We tried some of the street food and toyed with the idea of shopping for plastic containers to bring some home!

 

 

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Frankly, we never tried it. But smells good, must taste good. By the time we’ve decided we’d try it, he was gone!

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These I’ve tried. Sneaked in a couple while having breakfast coffee at Coffee Bean!

 

 

Psy, Gangnam, K-Pop, Gwiyomi, and more. Trust the Koreans for mastering the art of branding! More than that, they truly patronize their own products. Samsung tablets not iPads, Hyundai not Toyota, etc. Psy may not be a looker but hey, he conquered the world with his Gangnam song & dance! Korea ❀ — a nation getting a lot of world attention on all fronts.

 

 

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Oh, Psy. How you’ve conquered the world!