Where the Wild Things Were: 2025

Tuesday, 15 July 2025

Truffle Season

Nomad had a fabulous truffle menu for brunch. Everything had truffles, including the dessert.

I had an amazing leek and winter greens pie. The truffle hot sauce was amazingly delicious and you can buy a bottle to take home!

We shared the Basque cheese cake and the Cinnamon bun (the winner of the two).

It is a must for the truffle lover, and a cheaper way to eat at Nomad as you aren't adding wine to your bill!

The Truffle Brunch has been extended until the 3rd of August. Details here.

Note the top picture is unrelated, I was just struck by the prettiness of the building and lights as I walked home from the Belvoir.

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Monday, 14 July 2025

We had run out of cash, and the taxi's only take cash, not card in Tahiti so it was a must to get some if we were to get to the airport to fly home (and we were also off to the street markets for dinner so I assumed that cash might be needed for that.

There is a shopping centre connected to the Hilton Papeete by a foot bridge, but their ATM was out of order. So as the sun slowly went down, I wandered of the 17 minute walk to the next closest ATM in town.

I wandered into the bank one way, and home another to make the most of the sights, and mainly the street art.

I was surprised at how much street art there was!

I walked past sports fields that were packed with people playing soccer and basketball, a busy skate park and people hurrying home from work or families out for a stroll.

The Skate park had a lot of graffiti and a different vibe, as they often do. Being made their own by the users of the space. I did love that this one required helmets!

This seemed a little bleak in paradise.

The school I passed on the other hand, was cheerful and welcoming!

Sometimes running errands is a tour in itself. You see the real lifestyle and culture in action.

You see what the guidebooks don't mention.

You see the real people living their daily lives.

And home before dark, in time to head out for dinner!

As a kid, I loved the Mille Bornes card game, So seeing this made me smile! I only ever managed to get one of my kids to play, but they weren't a fan....

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Thursday, 10 July 2025

Memory is a story we tell ourselves.

At the Scott Silvan show, he talked about memory - how we create a truth that we can live with. I found his show fascinating as he kept leading us to his childhood memory that we realise at the end of the show is very different to what we first see.

This article points out that memory isn't a recording device, but a reconstruction.

I've had two recent examples of this, which have made me question my memories. Neither important moments or tainted with complex emotion.

One was at the 1996 Melbourne grand prix. Martin Brundle had a massive crash (an airborne barrel roll) yet managed to run back to the spare car in time and restart the race. We were all cheering and yelling as he ran past, watching the clock and hoping he'd make it to the pits in time. I'd been telling this story for years as it was such an exciting and elating moment. I looked up the footage and discovered he'd not run past our stand. He'd been driven in the safety car to the pitlane and run back from there to the garage. So my memory of him running past us, I realise, we watched on the screen. We all stood and yelled and cheered him on, but on the screen.

I was so surprised when I saw the footage. I still see 'how I remember it' but I know it's wrong.

The other more recent example is about a shared memory where 5 of us remembered it differently. Our Champagne club has been on many lunches and dinners out. After one, we went to a bar in Darling Square where we talked about the robots we could see in XOPP. Fast forward five or so years and we finally went to dinner at XOPP because of the robots. We were discussing the day we were at the bar, and all of us remembered it being after lunch at a different restaurant (except me who wondered why were were even there - I knew it had to be after a lunch but couldn't think of any in the area that made logical sense). One person was right. Most of us didn't even remember going to that restaurant with the group. Some were adamant their incorrect memory was correct. I was astounded that the five of us were at the same event and all five of us remembered in completely differently (all good, happy memories, just the facts were muddled).

It made me realise how fluid our memories are. If these can be so mixed up without any strong emotion or importance attached, imagine what resentment, anger or hurt can do to them? Not to mention the different recall with multiple people bringing their experience and feelings to the 'memory'?

Have you discovered some of your memories weren't as they seemed?

The beautiful reflection pictures are from the new exhibition at White Rabbit. It's free and worth checking out. You can also grab dumplings at the tea house for lunch.