Josie
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Born yesterday 12/12/2007 at katoomba 6:48am
8.8lbs and 52 cms
Thursday 13 December 2007
Jospehine Grace Birtles
Josie
Originally uploaded by birtlestravels.
Sunday 22 July 2007
19 Weeks
We are 19 weeks into pregnancy, almost half way and everything is looking fine. I am growing, Squeaky is growing, Phill is about the same.
We have had our second and last ultrasound. It was quite a full house with me on the bed, Mum and Phill watching the screen and the lady performing the ultrasound! I am feeling a lot bigger, most pants and skirts don't fit now but Mum bought me some great new tops so I have room to grow now!
Saturday 30 June 2007
Being Mum
Just a few related Mum pics.
Some are from Mother's Day this year where Mum Batt, Lou and I had a lovely afternoon tea at a National Trust home on Saturday and then completed the grueling Mother's Day Classic in the Domain.
The other two are my growing baby bump. Clothes are starting to feel a bit tighter but I am definitely enjoying the T2 (trimester 2) happy high hormones.
Wednesday 6 June 2007
Wednesday 28 March 2007
Last post...........for now
So you know that we did make it home ok
We left Sucre but not without first getting to experience flying bolivian style......First we booked a plane trip back to La Paz where our international flight left from. We decided to check at the airline office the day before to check everything was ok for our flight. They say they don’t have a plane but will try to transfer us to another company, so we turn up at the airport the next morning early to hear that our original plane has been found and that we don’t need to swap afterall!
Back to town say hi and bye again to everyone we just left, back to airport, get on plane. Then pur plane stops at bigger city for a stop over, everyone has to get off the plane and pass through a metal detector and get back on the plane again??. Eventually our plane lands La Paz. I guess God was teaching us about patience.
As we rode in the taxi from the airport down to the actual city perched on a cliff some 500m below we reflected on what a great trip we had had.
We booked into a hostel and got on the net to guestimate how much cash we would need to get through the variety of airports on our flights home. Because I had lost all our cards except one we now couldn't get more money without going to a bank and going thought the whole process of showing passports to the right officicals. There was no room for that "oh I just need an extra $20 to pay for a tax to get on my plane that is leaving now" sort of senerio. For any travellers out there reading this blog: to get from Bolivia to Australia you need $US24 to get out of La Paz Airport and $US28 to get our of Santiago airport even if you want to stay in transit.
At breakfast the next morning our host tells us that the kind taxi driver that dropped us off has called - we pick out spanish words we know from our host's message - airport, road, people, blockade, problem, diez minutoes - we rush upstairs and pack fast.
On the rushed trip up the hill to the airport visions of walking though the snow to get past furious bolivian protestors filled our minds.
Many people had comeout to the road no so much as to protest but to stop the first truck that came with new supplies of cooking gas (apparently there hadn't been any gas for a week) in the rush to get gas they often block the road due to the amount of people linning up LPG bottles across the road. Thankfully we made it through.
I won't bore you with the saga of getting into and out of Chile except to say that airport officials at Santiago airport aren't much help but the lady at starbucks gave us free drinks. I never thought I would cheer for this multinational organisation?!
It was great to make it to Sydney and see our families again!
I don't really know how you are meant to finish a blog except to say I hope that we will travel again one day and then we can start some new posts. I have put up some more photos on flickr and will continue do do so. cheers,
We left Sucre but not without first getting to experience flying bolivian style......First we booked a plane trip back to La Paz where our international flight left from. We decided to check at the airline office the day before to check everything was ok for our flight. They say they don’t have a plane but will try to transfer us to another company, so we turn up at the airport the next morning early to hear that our original plane has been found and that we don’t need to swap afterall!
Back to town say hi and bye again to everyone we just left, back to airport, get on plane. Then pur plane stops at bigger city for a stop over, everyone has to get off the plane and pass through a metal detector and get back on the plane again??. Eventually our plane lands La Paz. I guess God was teaching us about patience.
As we rode in the taxi from the airport down to the actual city perched on a cliff some 500m below we reflected on what a great trip we had had.
We booked into a hostel and got on the net to guestimate how much cash we would need to get through the variety of airports on our flights home. Because I had lost all our cards except one we now couldn't get more money without going to a bank and going thought the whole process of showing passports to the right officicals. There was no room for that "oh I just need an extra $20 to pay for a tax to get on my plane that is leaving now" sort of senerio. For any travellers out there reading this blog: to get from Bolivia to Australia you need $US24 to get out of La Paz Airport and $US28 to get our of Santiago airport even if you want to stay in transit.
At breakfast the next morning our host tells us that the kind taxi driver that dropped us off has called - we pick out spanish words we know from our host's message - airport, road, people, blockade, problem, diez minutoes - we rush upstairs and pack fast.
On the rushed trip up the hill to the airport visions of walking though the snow to get past furious bolivian protestors filled our minds.
Many people had comeout to the road no so much as to protest but to stop the first truck that came with new supplies of cooking gas (apparently there hadn't been any gas for a week) in the rush to get gas they often block the road due to the amount of people linning up LPG bottles across the road. Thankfully we made it through.
I won't bore you with the saga of getting into and out of Chile except to say that airport officials at Santiago airport aren't much help but the lady at starbucks gave us free drinks. I never thought I would cheer for this multinational organisation?!
It was great to make it to Sydney and see our families again!
I don't really know how you are meant to finish a blog except to say I hope that we will travel again one day and then we can start some new posts. I have put up some more photos on flickr and will continue do do so. cheers,
Monday 19 March 2007
Monday 12 March 2007
the monkey, the fat lady and my wallet
Hi everyone,
We are having a great time here in Sucre. For those that don´t know we came here to visit some missionaries (Graham and Debbie Firth). They have set up a student cafe in Sucre for the masses of university students that come here from the country. It proides cheap food and a free counceling services and a whole range of other services for students including help for young mums. The cafe is run by volunteers and poorer students can work to get points to eat for free. But basically it is a great, safe and friendly place that uni students love to hang out. It is supported by the local chuches here and is now completly run by Bolivians. Many people have become chrstians though the work here.
We have been doing a lot of washing up in the cafe as it is one job that we can do easily without knowing too much spannish (waiting tables is definitley past our level of espanol). We also have been into the cafe in the mornings to help prepare some of the meals - that is, we chop up potatoes and have a great laugh with Daysei and Marta -the cooks.
We have been invited to many homes for dinner with some of the missionaries here. It has been so nice to have home made meals again. Not only that, we went for lunch at Lawerence and Lilin´s house and Lilin gave us a big jar of vegemite for the week! They have been workin training doctors in the bolivian campo (countryside) and are from Dundas in Sydney.
Any way I know you want to know about the monkey - basically I was in the market one day and was quite amused by a man with a pet monkey dressed up with a dress and a hat. Moments later, still marvelling at the bolivian comic relief, I got stuck behind a large pregnant local, a building and some street carts selling who knows how old meat. She then turned around and push passed me quite strongly. Not sure if the monkey was in on it but a second later I noticed my wallet was gone.
All they got was our key card which we cancelled an hour or so later (another expensve call to OZ to listen to hold music). So we are down to the credit card now - no probs - only 4 days left before we board our epic plane flights home.
Will try and blog again before we are back - probably from an airport lounge - got a few photos too we should put up.
We are having a great time here in Sucre. For those that don´t know we came here to visit some missionaries (Graham and Debbie Firth). They have set up a student cafe in Sucre for the masses of university students that come here from the country. It proides cheap food and a free counceling services and a whole range of other services for students including help for young mums. The cafe is run by volunteers and poorer students can work to get points to eat for free. But basically it is a great, safe and friendly place that uni students love to hang out. It is supported by the local chuches here and is now completly run by Bolivians. Many people have become chrstians though the work here.
We have been doing a lot of washing up in the cafe as it is one job that we can do easily without knowing too much spannish (waiting tables is definitley past our level of espanol). We also have been into the cafe in the mornings to help prepare some of the meals - that is, we chop up potatoes and have a great laugh with Daysei and Marta -the cooks.
We have been invited to many homes for dinner with some of the missionaries here. It has been so nice to have home made meals again. Not only that, we went for lunch at Lawerence and Lilin´s house and Lilin gave us a big jar of vegemite for the week! They have been workin training doctors in the bolivian campo (countryside) and are from Dundas in Sydney.
Any way I know you want to know about the monkey - basically I was in the market one day and was quite amused by a man with a pet monkey dressed up with a dress and a hat. Moments later, still marvelling at the bolivian comic relief, I got stuck behind a large pregnant local, a building and some street carts selling who knows how old meat. She then turned around and push passed me quite strongly. Not sure if the monkey was in on it but a second later I noticed my wallet was gone.
All they got was our key card which we cancelled an hour or so later (another expensve call to OZ to listen to hold music). So we are down to the credit card now - no probs - only 4 days left before we board our epic plane flights home.
Will try and blog again before we are back - probably from an airport lounge - got a few photos too we should put up.
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