Time flies, that's what they say. And yes it is true, as it has been already a week we entered the holy month of Ramadhan without realizing it.
It is already the end of winter in Australia, and the weather is now getting warmer. This could be the last winter for us as a temporary residents in Aussie. Thinking about that, a few days before Ramadhan, we have made a quick decision to have a trip to the Snowy Mountain, south of New South Wales, for the last encounter with the snow.
First time we went there, my parents were here too. It was winter 2007. Aiman was not even existed at that time. However, this time, he was the happiest of them all, playing in the snow.
Started the journey from Bankstown around 4 in the morning, the journey took about nearly 6 hours. We stopped at Goulburn for subuh prayer, just a quick stop at the car park behind the gigantic statue of the Merino sheep.
Continued the journey with the sunrise on our left along the waterless George Lake, and the great dividing range on the right. The scenery was spectacular. We could see from afar the wind turbines across the lake turning gracefully. Then we entered the Australian Capital Territory.
The frost started to melt when the sun rise
A few hundred kilometres after that, we arrived in Cooma. Here, we stopped for snow suit hiring. Aiman looks like an astronaut in his one piece snowsuit and boots. We also hired a toboggan, which Aiman kept on calling it ‘boat’. It was a piece of plastic where we sat on when we slide down the snow slope, similar to the ‘upih pinang’ we used to play around the kampong long long time ago. I also hired a pair of wheel chain, as it was a requirement to carry them during winter, in case of heavy snow and if the road was covered with snow.
The weather was very clear and not so windy indeed. Well, we arrived at the Perisher Blue, a ski resort area, nearly 11 o’clock. We met Azam and his family there. Quite a lot of people that day, and a number of buses carrying school children for their snow trip. We just stayed and played at the tobogganing area, as none of us knew how to skateboarding or snow skiing.
Satisfied with everything, with nasi goreng as the food the day, we started our journey back around 3.30 pm. We were thinking of spending the night somewhere along the way, but since there was nothing else to do or interesting places to visit, I decided that we headed straight back home. We arrived safely home at about 11 p.m. Total distance traveled on that day was 953.1km, but it was worth the memories…
For my fellow Malaysians, Selamat Menyambut Hari Merdeka!