Sunshine Coast airport is not a major affair, and it is always fun to walk out on the tarmac. We flew Jetstar, so the the plane was packed and the seats where tiny. As we took off I snapped a selfie of Mr BC and I, which caught the attention of the young ladies behind us. “Oh, selfies” one groaned. “Everyone has to do selfies these days, it’s an epidemic” said another. “How ridiculous, don’t people know how stupid they look? Have you seen that video on facebook of the dad filming his daughter taking selfies? She’s making all these weird faces..” I was about to turn around and say “Hello, I’m a blogger! Sorry to bother you with my selfie!” But I started to feel a bit strange in the tummy.
Good bye, Sunshine Coast! As the plane went up into the sky that feeling in my tummy got worse, and I realised I was about to let that feeling out of my body in the form of a little gas. Yes, people, I broke wind, farted, if you will, in a tightly packed plane, while the seat belt sign was on. No escape. Gosh it was bad, and luckily, silent. Suddenly the young ladies behind me stopped complaining about my selfie and started gasping loudly. “OMG can you smell that??” “I can’t breathe that in! Hold your breath until we get to Sydney!” “I don’t understand why people can’t just go to the toilet!!” I laughed silently while Mr BC clutched helplessly at the window. The ladies stated blaming the nice man sitting next to me, who was extremely polite and didn’t even change his facial expression. To be fair, perhaps he was dead. The young ladies then started blaming each other, which was funny. I scrawled on my notepad “Punishment for laughing at my selfie! Suck it, Bitches!” But Mr BC would not let me give it to them. Maybe he thought I had given them enough?
The rest of the journey was without incident, and we arrived in Sydney in no time! The weather was not as lovely as that we left behind, but I was still excited to be back in my hometown.
We arrived right on peak hour, so opted to get the train into the city so save time and money. We only had carry on luggage, so this was a good option. I was amazed at how clean and new the trains where, and marveled at the old stations as they whizzed by. It was a bit of a trip down memory lane!
I used to get the train all the time, when I lived in Sydney. I looked at these commuters and thought this used to be me. Isn’t it funny how your life changes from chapter to chapter? I would also have been standing with my back to the greatest view ever, completely ignoring the iconic Harbour Bridge, Luna Park and Ferry. My thoughts would have been consumed with work, new shoes, getting home into the dry warmth and what I was going to watch on TV that night. Wonder what these people where thinking about?
We got to our hotel, dumped our bags and headed back out into the rainy city. Sydney at night is a pretty sexy city, but tonight the weather was so bad you could hardly see Centrepoint Tower. The streets where still crowded with people heading home on a Friday night or spilling out of pubs. I convinced Mr BC to walk past the Spanish Quarter and continue on to China Town.
Laksa with some dumplings for good measure. The Best. This is from Happy Chef, just as you get off the escalators in the upstairs food court. I think this place might be a little bit famous, when I got back to Brisbane there was lots of nodding approvals from people when I mentioned where we went. Yes, the upstairs food court. Happy Chef. The proper Laksa. Take note, people!
The next morning we picked up the hire car and headed off Wollongong, but first we had to visit Eveleigh Farmers Markets at Redfern. I hadn’t been to this market before but I have been following it on social media for a while. Luckily it’s a covered market, because by now the rain was absolutely bucketing down! I was starting to get a bit nervous for the next day’s outdoor garden wedding.
The market is a brief walk from Redfern Station, in these old buildings. There is on street parking, but my advice would be to get there as early as you can, because parking (and produce) get snapped up pretty quickly. The market opens at 8am and closes at 1pm, it is open every Saturday morning.
Once inside, you are greeted with this warm and bustling atmosphere.
The market is dog friendly, as am I, and I was happy to see lots of stalls had water, and the occasional treat, available for dogs. All the dogs I saw were very well behaved on their leashes.
We spent a lovely few hours perusing the market stalls, eating the samples, and chatting to the stall holders. The whole place is almost exclusively artisan made or organically grown deliciousness. I’m just going to leave you with some Market Porn (it’s totally a thing) for a little while.
This stand had the most melt in the mouth, delicious beef I’ve ever tasted. It was seriously, so so so good. They where selling steak sandwiches and Mr BC quickly lined up; but I was looking for something particular….
Hello Kylie Kwong! Kylie Kwong is Sydney’s dumpling queen, and I have been following her instagram and facebook feed for ages. her restaurant is Billie Kwong, but she also has a stand here every week. I had plans to visit here early in the year but was waylaid in hospital instead. I was crushed and sent her a sad little note on facebook to which she replied! Absolutely made my day then, and she was just as lovely when I met her on this visit. I tried not to fan-girl too hard, but I think she might have been worried I was going to jump the counter and hump her leg. Never fear, Kylie, I wouldn’t do that to you!
I did get to eat her amazing dumplings though. This is pork wontons in a deliciously rich gingery broth.
What? Of course I had two! This is the BBQ pork steamed bun with house chili, and my word it was delicious. Mr BC tried to tempt me with his steak sandwich, but no way..
Then sadly it was time to go! The rain was torrential, so Mr BC raced off to get the car while I waited inside the door, isn’t he lovely? I had a lovely chat to the man selling The Big Edition, who offered me an umbrella. People leave their brollies with him while they walk around the markets, and then forget to take them afterwards, he had quite a collection. Our little red hire car pulled up to the curb and I raced off, only to realise when I tried to open the door that it wasn’t our car at all. I’d tried to get in the wrong car! How funny. The Big Edition guy thought it was hilarious, and to be honest so did I. You’ve got to laugh at yourself, right?
After that it was on to Wollongong through the beautiful and amazing Royal National Park, to a beautiful wedding and hopefully clearer skies. This post is already a little long, so wedding pics up next. Sadly no more dumplings and thankfully no more selfie revenges. This is not a sponsored post, but if you would like to go to Eveleigh Farmers Markets, please say hi to Kylie Kwong for me.
Have you had any interesting adventures lately? Been to the ‘Gong? Know any great dumpling recipes?