Another destination, another story, another memory, and I’m recollecting the scattered pieces of it.
When we about to leave Sydney for Canberra, we passed a tunnel, my friend said that was a longest tunnel in Sydney. I forget what its name, and all I can remember is Ibam needed about 5 minutes to get us crossing the tunnel. It was suffocating for me, for being quite a long time in the darkness while moving. Not a good started for a first time travelling, but worth of experience.
The roadsides from Sydney to Canberra really fed up my eyes with beauties. Even though I grown up in a country of forest and its stuff, I loved the sights of our trip roadsides; while the angus and sheep eating on wide grass carpet and the hills were taking its role as the green grass carpets limits with the sky. Fresh, clean, tranquil, and beautiful. Simple beauty.
Before arriving at the rest area, I was stunned by one amazing sight; Lake George. One amazing view with wide grassy land which was half covered by trapped water and the giant windmills stood sturdy on the hilly contour as my view background. Stunning. It brought me to the imagination of somewhere in my childhood book or novel collection about living in a ranch with everything that couldn’t make you trade the life with anything.
Orange Tulip and Vary of White Flowers on Floriade Festival
One reason why we spent holiday in Australia last year was annual Floriade Festival at Canberra. It because Liz (my best travel mate) really loves tulip and that festival offered what she fond of and for me; Australia is one of my interest. And then, there we were.
First, I didn’t expect much for Floriade because I don’t have special bond with flowers, especially tulip (the simple white flowers will work on me). But it doesn’t mean I don’t like flower, I just don’t love it that much either. I just cherish it presence. I like the way flowers make its surrounding beautiful and more colorful. So, during Floriade festival, any kind of white flowers and orange tulip were allured me.
I absolutely have no politic reason neither about memorizing those stuffs from our Canberra trip nor while having tour in to Australian Parliament House because I have zero knowledge about that world and I have no interest on politic (my bad side). The memories that left are my thoughts about it; both sides of chamber. I wondered what those chambers had been through until then; each of it has their own history. The history that set the future of Australia, in general, and the world, in particular.
While seeing these pair of duck, story of “Ugly Duckling” crossed my mind. Honestly, I’d never seen black duck until I saw those floated beautifully on the lake. So, when I saw it, I have this thought; “actually, the ugly duckling from the story was like this, ehm, it doesn’t look that ugly, though. It just has different beauty. Its own charm.”
During our tour in Australian Parliament House, we caught a glimpse of garden from a glassed window. I envied every worker in that place for having such a tranquil garden to rest in working hour.
What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again. –Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay-
A merry heart doeth good like medicine; but a broken spirit drieth the bones. –Proverbs 17:22 (KJV)-
I always feel it when I enjoy my travel time, and life in general. In that state, even passing the road like once I had in Canberra seemed so wonderful and the surrounding was so beautiful. Besides that, his road gave me a romantic feeling.
Those were my memories. What’s yours…
Our memories are the only paradise from which we can never be expelled. –Jean Paul Richter-