Journal no. 3

last sunday, K and i went to Cockburn Ice Arena (it's pronounced "coburn") for some ice skating.
unfortunately, it was the wrong choice.
the place is in the middle of an industrial arena and Google Maps gave us the wrong walking directions.
it told us to walk across the railway track but we didn't want to be prosecuted (as the sign warned) so we had to walk for an extra hour. under the bloody hot midday sun.

K kept her cheer and joked about this horrible long walk as "fire and ice" and the "Desolation of Google Maps".
the road intriguingly named Miguel became my mortal enemy. after a hour in the scorching heat, we finally saw signs of the "ice arena".

the "ice arena" was a white shack in the midst of the other buildings...
V, who joined us later, said that we should have gone to the other ice skating place north of Perth CBD, because it was near public transport and had shops nearby.

we skated for 2 hours and didn't fall.
notable others: - an Indian couple who couldn't skate, kept falling over and couldn't follow instructions to go anti/clockwise; tiny tots in full ice hockey gear racing around; people pushing the seal-shaped sleds around at high speeds.

V drove us out, and bought ingredients for the feast she prepared at K's house. i contributed drinks and cake.
it was a Filipino feast - button mushrooms crumbed and fried (served in fish sauce + vinegar); chicken marinated in garlic, fried and then simmered in pineapple juice and cheese; pork marinated in reddish sugar and fried.
all done with a single batch of oil because there was no more oil in the house.
the pineapple cheesy chicken was a revelation - who knew that pineapple juice and cheese would create such an amazing sauce!

A left for work and the remaining 5 of us had a nice dinner, with M (the 60+ year old ex-English teacher) telling us about her allergies and childhood.
then i slept over and chatted to A about vitamins and Boracay after she got back from her night shift.