Car tart, turn town bike

It looks like GM Daewoo will try to sell anything with wheels. Even two wheels. I’d love to see them try to ‘tart’ these ones up.

Street signs, safe from invasion?

Seen recently on the lamp posts of my town, street signs indicated which street it is. In World war 2 Britain removed all of it’s sign posts to prevent the invading Germans from knowing where they were.

Could it be taken that a re-introduction of street signs means an easing of tension (between the North and South Koreas), or just that the local council has money left over and it’s nearing the end of the fiscal year?

Worlds collide, South Korea meets “Trumpet”

Whenever I go food shopping, I have to resist from buying an ice-cream at the end of it. I guess it’s habitual, since whenever I’ve taken my meds, I’ve also eaten something sweet at the end of it. Sort of a reward for doing a task.

The target of my affections that is, is ‘World cone’. It’s a cone type ice-cream a little bit like a Tip-top Trumpet. Made famous by Rachel Hunter, who went on to do bigger and better things.

World cone has chocolate top and bottom, and nuts on the top. you can tell if the cone has been in the freezer for too long when the cone isn’t crisp any more.

Pineapple lumps, well travelled

Without any research, I would say that Pineapple lumps are unique to New Zealand. In fact, it is one of the few remaining icons in “lollie land” that are left. Just recently Cadburys New Zealand discontinued the sweet lines of Jaffas, Sniffters and Tangy fruits.

Whenever I went to the movies, I always used to prefer Snifters. Ahem, when the movies had an intermission that is.

A lone pineapple lump was found at the bottom of my shopping bag, had survived the trip from New Zealand, Shanghai, South Korea and then onto the void. It has since found a home.

Good-bye lollies.

Big bag, little substance

There’s something about having a big bag. To me it means you don’t have to try to pack it well. A few items of clothing, underwear and the like and I’m away. Sadly over the past two weeks it’s gotten progressively heavier. Aside from two bottles of Worcester sauce, and Jiang’s extra clothing,  I can’t account for the weight gain. Dirty underwear can’t weigh that much.

New and updated big bag.

Turangi vice and the rabbit on the moon

Taken while visiting my friends in Turangi; the sun was setting as we had dinner, alfresco style.

The results were pleasing. A brightly lit moon with the trees blacked out in the foreground.

Jolly Jap(m)an, revisited

As promised, here is the Japanese guy I met at the airport, in the Osaka transit lounge.

Jolly as he was, he still didn’t smile for the camera. Sometimes I think that Japanese, or Asian men in general can be as stoic as the All Blacks, when it came to the match photo. So called a “rugby photo” because of the lack of cheer, and the staunch expression on the players faces.