The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy

By May 10, 2010 Uncategorized 12 Comments

Life is moving fast, and its pace has been difficult to keep up with. Early July is when my little baby girl is due to arrive, and instead of the lead up being a peaceful time for me and the Lainz, a spanner gets thrown into the works and life shifts into another direction, quite unexpectedly. Six weeks ago, we were given notice to vacate the premises. The landlord needed to move into the house so we were kicked out. Thus, the frantic search to rent somewhere affordable and decent around Sydney began.

It’s hard to explain the amount of crap there is out there. Dim, filthy, mold-ridden houses smelling of damp dot the Sydney rental landscape, their grease infested kitchens rendered into foul spaces covered with a melange of rancid oils and age-old dust, the two making a venomous alliance that is more evil than the sum of its unholy parts. Obviously, what used to be in our price range last year is no longer there. So as the search continued, our CBD proximity perimeter expanded to allow for the over inflated rental prices, and we saw ourselves moving out of lovely, pristine Earlwood and into the strange suburb of Flemington (or Homebush West).

My first impressions of Flemington gave me conflicting emotions. Though the area brought the promise of the new and exciting, it lacked the familiarity I share with Earlwood’s mainly Cypriot/Greek population, where the Mediterranean waters seemed to have brought me and my ex-neighbours together in a celebration of all the history we share. But Flemington has none of that familiarity. Apart from some Indian stores, Flemington possesses a strong Asian identity, with Chinese and Vietnamese seemingly the most prominent. I love Asian food, and I am fascinated with and intrigued by Asian culture, but I do not pretend to posses an ounce of insight into Asian life. Walking down the main street in Flemington makes me feel like I am in one of Lili’s recent Vietnam blogposts, with shops that have more incomprehensible signage than I’ve ever seen in a western country. I hear languages I have no hope of understanding. Words are noises to me with none even remotely of Latin origin. I am an alien in a planet where your average citizen has never bought a bottle of olive oil, where cheese making has not yet been invented, where milk comes from the soybean cow and forks are abandoned for two wooden sticks that require a dexterity of a far more evolved being. Here, red ducks and hunks of pork hang in shopfronts and a single store proudly announces “we sell coffee”. Strange looking produce is on display and every recognisable vegetable sits next to five obscure others. Beside the packets of wrinkled bean curd are jars of unidentifiable and threatening looking dried organic items that apparently help restore a man’s fire. Wheat is also unheard of. Rice is king, with bags upon bags of rice noodles sitting where my spaghetti would have claimed its proud spot. And the bread. Crisp, brown sourdough fresh from the oven toasted and smothered with lashings of good butter and organic jam. Not here, for neither butter nor sourdough are likely to be part of the daily diet. There’s just the $1.50 loaf of bread from the local Vietnamese bakery, and it’s hardly a product of an artisan, yet still the shop does a roaring trade. Monosodium Glutamate is as fundamental a seasoning as salt is, and homes unabashedly spike the flavours of their dishes with a sprinkle or two of the stuff. Butchers and fish mongers are open seven days a week because, well, people need to work. Flemington is rough and loud. She’s a tough cookie and a haggler. You know there’s no nonsense here when her graffiti tattoos scream at you. There’s no room for Strathfield’s mansions. Flemington’s a suburb with jagged edges and where, as I was unloading my furniture, I got asked if I wanted to buy a cheap home entertainment system, TWICE, by two different yet equally suspicious looking truck drivers. I have momentary doubts whether I want my baby to experience her first year on Earth here, but these doubts quickly dissipate. Three days into living here and I love it. I can’t wait to dig into all Flemington has to offer.

12 Comments

  • Lol “Monosodium Glutamate is as fundamental a seasoning as salt is”. I hope Flemington works out for you 🙂
    .-= Mark @ Cafe Campana´s last blog ..A Different Take on a Classic – Deconstructed Beef Wellington =-.

  • Explore and enjoy, you will have a ball. I look forward to hearing about your discoveries.

    Life moves very fast, before you know it July will be here. Then you will blink and she will be turning 18 as mine will be doing late June. Enjoy the ride 🙂
    .-= Sara (Belly Rumbles)´s last blog ..Mothers’ Day lunch at Engima aka the riddle of the missing “lobster”. =-.

  • I got asked the other day if I would like some ‘water from the soybean’ to drink, HAH.
    So glad that you found somewhere to live and moved before the birth! Hopefully the move will be inspirational to you, all these new flavours and ingredients at your fingertips. I can’t wait to hear all about it.
    And c’mon, you have to admit that you do look a bit shady, bet I wouldn’t have been offered hot electronics 🙂
    .-= lili – pikeletandpie´s last blog ..Cu Do – special cake of Ha Tinh =-.

  • Gourmantic says:

    Seems like you’ve found a challenge there, at least on the culinary front 🙂
    .-= Gourmantic´s last blog ..The Chef’s Table: Bocca di Lupo, London =-.

  • oh flemington home to awesome pho and roast duckies and chilli pork rolls and spices and sugar cane drinks and um not so fantastic public transport
    .-= chocolatesuze´s last blog ..adriano zumbo’s 2010 winter collection macarons [27] =-.

  • Wow! Congrats on the move! Flemington is awesome… some awesome viet food, plus this little indian place called Rams (they sell ‘rolls’ which are crumbed meat patties!) in one of the arcades, plus everything is super cheap. Although, I’m sad to be losing a neighbour, we didn’t even get round to having pho together 🙁 !!
    .-= Betty @ The Hungry Girl´s last blog ..Anzac Biscuits =-.

  • Gotta love Flemmo for the pho. And how lucky for you to be so close to cheap Asian groceries and produce!
    .-= Karen | Citrus and Candy´s last blog ..Apple Crumble Ice cream =-.

  • FFichiban says:

    Hahahah entertaining post. Sad to hear that you guys had to move with all that was happening already but glad to see you settling in fine ^^! Go forth and explore all the tastiness around!
    .-= FFichiban´s last blog ..Mothers Day 2010 – El toro loco – Manly, Sydney =-.

  • I just discovered another talent you have: story telling! I see that you set out for a new adventure here, I cannot wait to see what comes out with you!
    .-= Viviane, Taste-Buds´s last blog ..Falafel Preparation in Photos =-.

  • Pamela says:

    Oh dear Lord, a move from Earlwood, to Flemington… I don’t even know if i’ve ever been to Flemington! I grew up in Earlwood, went to Earlwood Public School, and my best friend lived in Earlwood.. So i know exactly what you’re talking about…. Prices are ridiculous around the Earlwood area, whether you’re looking to buy or rent, it’s so unfortunate that you had to move….

    P.S I’ve been reading your blog for some time now, but have yet to comment. I love your writing style, quite entertaining… And I most definitely love food, and cooking.

    Hope the move has been smooth for you, I see that took place a few weeks ago..
    All the best.

  • Minh says:

    Welcome to the neighborhood!! I’ve been living in good ‘ol flemo for the last 3 years along with Trish – Sugarlace, there’s a lot of good and oh boy some really bad restaurants in the area.
    .-= Minh´s last blog ..Thanon Khao San, Haymarket =-.

  • Fouad says:

    Hey Mark – hehehe. Flemington is going great so far. I’m enjoying it greatly

    Hello Sara – how scary! I want to take my time, but it sounds like life will fly by…

    Lili – hahahahaha- i do look shady. Actually, my cousin’s name is Shady 😛 the produce is fantastic. I’m loving it.

    Gourmantic – I always welcome a challenge

    Suze – Happy birthday. How crap is the public transport?!?! Getting to Strathfield is a breeze, but Flemington, soo difficult. I’m yet to try the pho

    Betty – I’ve been told about Rams. I actually walked past it the other day and had a look. Looks like good greasy deliciousness… And don’t worry, I’m sure we will have that pho together one day 🙂

    Karen – You should take the M4 and come over

    FFichiban – Glad you enjoyed. we should all go out for dinner in flemmo one day

    Viviane – hehehe. Aren’t all Lebanese people good at story telling?

    Pamela – LOL! It’s actually not as bad as I described. I was just playing around with the concept of someone from the Mediterranean moving to an Asian suburb. It’s great fun and really worth a visit. You should drop by. Not as shiny as Earlwood but quite lively and friendly.

    Minh – Thanks neighbour! Shouldn’t you drop by with an apple pie or something? hehe. Looking forward to hearing your recommendations for Pho.

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