It was a strange series of events. Somewhere in the back of my mind I had this sense that Chinese New Year was imminent. I went and bought a packet of dims sims and springrolls on Thursday. On the way back to the car I passed a travel agent, out the front was a brochure stand and I picked one up on trips to China. (This is something sadly outside of my current realm of possibility but I thought I might enjoy the photographs.)
The next day I realised I wasn’t sure when exactly Chinese New Year was taking place so I Googled it. I discovered that the Sydney celebrations (apparently the biggest of their kind outside of Asia) started that night. I’m not a spontaneous person. But that day I was. I booked a hotel room for the night and was on the next train to Sydney.
I’ve always been quite enchanted by Chinese New Year. Calendar new year – with its preoccupation with alcohol and fireworks – doesn’t hold much interest for me. But there’s something about the food and the atmosphere and the culture of Lunar new year celebrations that fills me with a child like excitement.
Belmore Park was full of little market stores with lanterns hanging from the trees, the smell incense and delicious food filled the air.
Of course it’s the Chinese Year Of The Rabbit and I was particularly delighted by this sculpture created by Kassandra Bossell. It’s a frame that holds transparent water bottles to create the rabbit you see below.
The celebrations in Sydney continue until 13th February. I wish I could be there for the Twilight Parade happening this weekend but it wasn’t meant to be.
Kung Hei Fat Choy!