Farm Trip

The bus.

Date :29th Sept 07

No. of ppl :30

(austalians,dutch,korean,chinese,malaysian,france,german,irish,belgerian,italian...)

We went to some family farm.
Trip-mates

Zhong Ling.

2nd yr med.


Jia Hang.

JPA.



Yong Xin.

JPA.

Random tourist.

Dancing Room

The litle boy's name is Tom.

He is 13months.

Veryyy cute.

The house where we bake our cake.

The place where we had our lunch.
I think those are bog.

They burn that to keep warm during winter.

The dancing house.

Christine.

From German.

The baking place.

It was a 1.5hrs journey from UCD to the farm.

When we reach there,we went to leave our bags at a duno-what-u-call thingy.

Then we went into a house and learn how 2 bake irish bread-soda bread.

2 of us will bake 1 and share it.

TADA!before we put into the oven.

The 1 at the right is my baking partner-ellen.From france i think.

Wuuu~

After everythis done,we have to scratch down the leftover flour and everything for the chicken.

Eggs.

Sheep dog.

I think this is Cinder.

Very manja but obedient.

There's 3 of them

All look alike.

Goat and donkies.

Chickens.

People takign pictures of the chicken.

DOnt' remember her name(the chicken).

Me and goat.

Dancing place.

Elaine-me-ruyi-jolynn

We learn Irish dance!

After the dance is our lunch!!

We have our bread.
As you can see..they are slicing the bread for us.

There's more FOOD!

Mushroom soup.

Salad.

Fruit salad.

Turkey.

Ham.

Pasta.

Rice( got sweet curry taste!)

Tea/coffee.

Scones!!!Eat with strawberry jam.Awwww..so nice,

And our great bread with butter.

Mushroom soup and my bread.

I didn't take the pic of other food because I was starving.

And our bread is fulling.

pigs.

Chickens.

ducks.

Other people.

Hurling.

We played hurling.

That's the sticks.

It's an irish game.

Also known as hockey in the air.

Jolynn-me-ruyi-elaine.

COmpetition.

Have to hold it..

So HARD!!

The Hurling team pose.

Bog

The carriage.

Sarah and Edmund?(don't really knw he's name)

The tour guide from the farm.

ISS vice president?

Trees, trees, trees and trees.

Talking about the history of the bog.
There's a lake.And yrs after yrs,the animals or plants will die and the organics will accumulate under the lake.

And the bacteria will live there.

Then yrs and yrs later.

Thousands more yrs.

They will be no lake anymore.

But BOG.

Irish dig it out and make it into a cuboid shape and dry it during summer.

It's a good preservation also.

They found bodies with hair and nails on it but shown as 2000yrs old from test.

It's known as the Bog Man and is displayed int he museum.

The bog.

Some plants.

They only grow in places which are not air-poluted.
Become white colour when they dry off.

They are good for skin as well.

Milk cow

(I accidentally deleted the pic of me and the cow..>.<")An italian.

Drinking the milk.

Straight away from the cow..

Irish Drum

Everyone then have to take turns to present.

And so we,the Malaysians sang Rasa Sayang.

The place where we left our bags.

Donkies.

Birds.

Sheep and sheep dog.

Only listen to the owner.

Mark(cannot rmb his name)

This is a beatiful and peaceful place.

They bake their own bread and scones when they are hungry...(hahaha..)

and have fresh milk everyday.

And eggs!

The nearest school os 5 miles away.

So they go to school by car.

Everybody is friendly.

Irish is friendly.

It's colder than the city.

We can see the white mist coming out from our mouth when we talk.

But we don't feel cold because of Hurling and the nice welcome from the people there.