
i went to wubin, a small country town 4+ hours away from perth. what was i doing there, you ask? well, i was part of a group for John Curtin weekend, where we basically spend a weekend with the community and getting involved in their activities... sounds fun?? of course!!
here were the highlights of the trip:
- singing for 4+ hours all the way there with lindy, glenna and ming (i bet we gave the others on the bus a throbbing headeache, but it was fun!!
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- going bushwalking. now, bushwalking isn't as easy as it sounds.. its not walking on a footpath with kneehigh, living bushes at your sides. it was an experience, being pricked and poked, walking through cobwebs (did i see some people cringe), having a gazilion flies stick to you, and the scorching sun didn't help very much... plus almost getting lost for short periods of time.. THAT was really an experience i'd never forget.
- finding a malleefowl mound myself
.. well.. that was our whole purpose going there.. we went bushwalking with a group of malleefowl (that's a kind of bird) preservationists, to help the look for these mounds, where these birds lay their eggs. learnt lots.. and it still amazes me how a bird can build a "nest" so many times bigger than itself!!
- yummy food prepared by the oh-so-hospitable folk over at wubin. they're quite a fun bunch as well.. and ever so accomodating
- playing with the dogs on the farm... oh so adorable!!
- having a glimpse into farming life.. having a close up at the hoooooge machinery... and learning to appreciate how much of effort and money these farmers put into ensuring there is a constant supply of food..
- last but not least... GREAT company of awesomely fun people: li-na, ming, glenna, lindy, my sis, kelvin, goodwin, bua and xiang hui.... u guys made the whole experience all the more fun!!
but all in all i thank God for giving me this wonderful experience, giving me a chance to step out of my comfort zone and do things i never would've done back home...
also, i learnt in the bush, how at times we have to stop and listen.. to faint rustlings, or ocassional sounds from the leader's two-way.. in order to navigate our way through the bush.. and also, how sometimes, we have to stop trying too hard, and just listen...
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