Just landed in Sydney not too long ago. Damn tired… I think the flights to Australia are shorter nowadays, I barely slept and I’m there already. The sunrise from the plane is beautiful, although I didn’t manage to grab any photos… I was erm… half asleep, half wondering… how nice if they can let me sleep a little (like, another 5 hours?) more before landing.

 

Smooth sailing through the immigration, even with two boxes of mooncakes from Regent Hotel (eh… da best thing, trust me… ok, at least trust my mum). From plane to taxi stand, 20mins flat. Woohoo!:) A little conversation with the quarantine officer went like this,

 

QO: What are these? (points at mooncakes)

W: Mooncakes… erm, ok, cakes.

QO: Any eggs?

W: no, no eggs.

QO: made from beans?

W: erm… no, *points at small label* it says… white lotus paste…

QO: What’s white lotus paste?

W: …hmmm… it’s some kind of paste made of white… lotus…?

QO: What makes you think you can bring this in?

W: My mum brings them in ALL the time, and she says you guys used to cut them up to check if there are eggs in there… you want to cut them now? I’m ok with it, you can cut them up.

QO: No, that’s ok.

W: (woohoo!!) Thanks!

 

*reading some nice sms-es before heading for bed*