Saturday, July 27, 2013

7/27 The Hyde without fire/Vicious Mad Mex



In my memory, Hyde Park was always associated to the Fire of Dance with Michael Flately. I had watched in for several times on TV and it would be really exciting just to be there in person.

We skipped breakfast just to catch a glimpse of the first sunshine at the park. Hyde was full of amazing plants and loads of singers were showing off their wondrous voices on the boulevards. I even saw bride and groom taking their photos along the lake. However I didn’t see any part of the park that could be linked to the one with the Fire Dance to my knowledge.

There was a mid-eastern guy by the fountain creating gigantic bubbles with his very own special equipment and they would fly up into the sky and stayed for long. Many kids surrounded by his side laughing and clapping their hands. It’s a very enjoyable sight.

An old Hyde Barracks was linked to the Hyde Park but the tickets were pretty expensive. So we just wandered outside the building and continued our way to a big cathedral after a little bit of touching here and there. The cathedral wasn’t opened at the time… guessed we would have to come back some time in order to visit!


Memorials were seen mostly everywhere in Sydney, even in the city centre. We had a late lunch at about 3 o’clock for we were going to be starved to death if we kept going on without consuming any food. It’s the first time that we dined in a food hall under Myer, we usually go into these kind of department stores only for bathroom usage. The food hall provided people with meals from many countries, burgers, subways, Chinese, Japanese, Turkish Kebabs, Indian rice and even Mexican tacos.

Roxie refused to have any burgers and I wasn’t that much in favor of subs. We had Japanese yesterday so that’s when I decided to give Mexican food a try. I told Roxie she can choose her own meal but she insisted on following me to the Mexican booth: Mad Mex. I had Taco Bell years ago in Shanghai and they were amazing, that’s where I got my good faith in Mexican. I lined up in front of Roxie and here goes the ordering.

I chose the kind of pastry I want and I picked the burrito. The stuffing was some kind of beef with hot chili and ketchup and some kind of brownish sauce with green paste… The beef was the amount of a nibble and the waiter added so much brown rice and weird black beans into my burrito instead! It cost me 12.90 AUD for the experience and I stood there holding my burrito dumbfounded. Roxie had some soft tacos with chicken and green mustard, it’s a little below standard, but at least edible.
Unlike mine.

I had no intention on criticizing the delicious treat from other countries but this, I just couldn’t get used to it. I was very afraid that eating the combination of all those weird ingredients and sauces would jinx me hard in the stomach. I tried my best and finished about three quarters of my burrito before throwing the whole thing away. Roxie was nice enough to buy me a drink after seeing me in lot of pain eating my food.


Dinner was on us again, cooked in our own hands two pieces of steak from the supermarket, sizing my whole face in total. It was an easy cooking: just threw it on the frying pan and remember to flip, eat it while hot. They tasted delicious even without spices.

Roxie even got some canned beans from the store saying that we have to have something green, or veggie every meal. They were a bit tasteless but at least better than the ones in the afternoon HAHA.

We were going to Darling Harbor tomorrow and we were planning to visit there twice: the city zoo and the wax museum for the first time. But it’s a shame that we wouldn’t have the chance to visit the most popular “Taroonga “Wildlife Zoo in Sydney, for it would be taking us in a back and forth ferry rides plus an aerial lift to get there, way too much for us to afford…

There was this really cool art centre called MLC and it was full of every type of handcraft. It was a great place to spend the whole afternoon if you don’t mind, but the price was high even after discount.

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