MulticulturalFestival

It has been a rather eventful week, with Cath away in Sydney for 2 days and some crazy stuff going on with the contract Andy works for and the function going to be in-sourced again. There was a slight panic as timing is not ideal for us with the upcoming wedding and us being overseas for 2 months but there are plenty of options still open for Andy. We'll find out more about what is going to happen with his current job in the upcoming weeks.

Cath had her first fitting for her wedding dress on Saturday morning. Nerves are starting to kick in a little! Bek also tried on her bridesmaid dress and I (Cath) must say its beautiful and I'm very very happy with how its all coming together. It was the first time we actually got to see the colour of the dress I ordered on (as we had to pick the colour from a swatch), so I'm happy it turned out the way I wanted. Only 7 weeks to go now...

PNG Dancer - Multicultural Festival

Saturday lunch we headed to the Multicultural Festival. This would have to be when Canberra City is at its very best. The city comes alive with every nationaility you can think of showcasing it's culture, dances and most importantly food and drinks. The whole city turns into a party with 140 food stalls, 4 stages and thousands of people eating, drinking and dancing in the streets.

Belgian Beer and Gourmet sausage

We "travelled" from Croatia, to Spain, Vietnam, the Phillipines, West Africa, South Africa, Papua New Guinnea, through Italy, Hungary, Greece, Chile & Scotland to name a few. The sounds of rythmic drums pulsated through hordes of people, together with bag pipes, slovenian choirs, piano accordians, mandolins, and the clicking of many cameras wafted around several corners. We spent the whole afternoon eating sausage from as many nationalities as possible, followed closely by a beer trip 'around the world'. I would hazard a guess at a few thousand sore heads today.

Croation dancers

It was a hot and muggy day, with everyone vieing for as much shade and cool breeze as possible. When we were sitting at the Rugby in the pooring rain a few hours later, getting drenched, shivering and watching our team get pipped on the final siren it was hard to believe that only a few hours earlier I had been desperately seeking air-conditioning. The only good thing to come out of the rugby game was the few inches of rain, as due to our ongoing drought it is deperately needed.