A grumpy hungry lady...

I know Hari Krishna's are all about light and happiness but they just make me angry. Angry and hungry. We went to the Redcliffe Kitefest today. This is a huge festival and there are masses of people, strollers, dogs and food vans. The only thing that wasn't there was a breeze. No breeze, no kites. I am sure the breeze picked up later though.

We arrived about noon and my husband was feeling confident the Hari Krishna food van would be there and off he pounced with a positive gait. I stomped along behind him, I could feel it in my bones that they would not be there. With each step I got hungrier, every stroller was a slow moving obstacle in my way, even cute dogs stopped looking cute and were just annoying inconveniences to walk around. I am not pleasant when I am hungry and even the super positive and perky husband was beginning to look worried.

After dragging two extremely patient girls through festival, we had to accept that the Hari Krishna's had let us down. This was not the first time.

We were lucky that some kind people served us a plate of curry.

As usual, the Hungarian garlic bread man was there making his deliciously rich and addictive bread.

I stalk food vans

It's Good Friday so we have to go the Festival of Sails. This festival celebrates the beginning of the Brisbane to Gladstone yacht race. There are lots of great things to keep you busy. There are stalls, rides, easter egg hunt, sand castle contest, etc. It is a great day for it, perfect temperature and a nice breeze.

I admit to being a food van stalker and I only go there for the food vans. I am vegetarian and luuurve the Hari Krishna feast and second up is the Hungarian Garlic bread man. Today I was disappointed because I could't see them. I settled for the vegetarian Indonesian curry and shared a Tibetan (I know this is wrong but I can't remember what it really was) cheesy pizza. Then with very round tummies we then started our waddle through the festival, you can imagine my joy when after 20 metres I came across the Hari Krishna van. I nearly cried. My tummy was so round and full and now my eyes where filling up too. Oh well!

To cheer ourselves up with sat on the beach and watch people trying to climb the rope ladder to win $50. With each loser falling off, I started to feel better, by the time my 6yo fell off three times I was back to my usual perky self.

 At the Petting zoo

Next on my list for food van stalking is What's cooking in the Park and The Kitefest.


I really like this self portrait. It is a window reflection. I think it really adds something special when you can see the doggy poo bags tied to the lead blowing in the breeze. At least they are empty.