Tsukiji fish market - Miffo was our guide

Of course she was there to guide Father Bunny.

Tsukiji fish market

The rainy season has started in Japan and of course today it’s raining. Miffo and Father Bunny went to Tsukiji market today. After an excellent dinner with Cafemiffy they were enough brave to get up at 4:00 pm an visit the market.

I love Japan, Do I have tell you that before?

Takeshita street

Finally we arrived to our "Mecca" the Shibuya crossing.

I am so famous that other people was raging to hold me as The One.

Shibuyean girls, we love them.

Mr. T***** was concerned about his nephews getting
inside Takeshita street. And surely I will.

If you have been reading our adventures for a while, you should know who you will met in Takeshita street. After reading the wikipedia article and while discussing with a circumspect Father Bunny, we ended in some sort of “what the hell”.

I cannot tell you what we think about it, because may be we will be misunderstand.

But travelling from there to Shibuya is a great experience.

With Kitty

You know I am not a fan of her and Melody, but I must say that she is the Queen, here in Japan and on other countries. I am not a Mercis slave so I can say whatever I want. I am Miffa not Miffy.

Blast!

Where is Miffa?

Back in Tokyo, enjoying time and visiting Kiddy land where I always want to get lost.

In Japan, a relaxing week that I will enjoy.

Feeding deers in Nara with my Cafemiffy friends

You know I loved Japan, you know I have great bunny friends here, you know I am studying Japanese culture, so there’s no surprise in visiting this nice country again. Tokyo, Kyoto and Nara, in a relaxed way, with no hurry, just enjoying every minute and every bite of the time I spend here. This is how I like and the best way to discover Japan.

I will keep you informed, but FB is mad about running at 5:00 am, Mother Bunny is very lazy and I prefer to “keep the moment” for the near future.

Good luck Barça

Draculina's ears look like the Bilbao's bridge over the museum

My sister Draculina has just returned from her fast trip to Bilbao where she has been visiting the Guggenheim museum with Father Bunny and some other interesting places. She will post some nice pictures they took there but in their return trip from Bilbao to Barcelona they found a crowd of Barcelona FC supporters that were taking planes to Rome where this night the FIFA Champions League Final will be played.

We are not great football fans, neither Father Bunny is, but we have told him that this big event deserves to be watched in a new Led technology new big TV.

Of course he said:

NO WAY!

Ikebana - 生け花 ó いけばな and Cha-na-you - 茶の湯

This is really hard! I love Japanese culture, but, it´s taking a lot of time and effort to learn things properly. Of course, I do my best, as Father Bunny has promised me that all the Bunny Family will travel soon to Japan. But still you know that I don't like to work hard.

Well, let me explain for all the bunnies, what I have learnt. Ikebana ( 生け花 ó いけばな) that means “ to set up the flowers “ or “ to arrange the flowers “

My teacher told me that I had to go shopping and to bring all the stuff to the class. I bought the following things :

• One porcelain tray . I bought a black one, really, really, nice.
• One kenzan. This is a really dangerous thing. It is like a mattress full of needles and you can put the branches on the top.
• A few flowers and branches

The teacher explained to us that the oldest Ikebana´s school is called Ikenobô and it dates from the XVII century. However, she thought that it was much more appropriate for us to learn the Naguire School, which is specially aimed for the tea ceremonial.

Well, just imagine a small bunny like me at the class. First of all, I took the kenzan and one big flower. I cut the flower’s branch in order to be twice as long as the porcelain’s tray. I cut the flower’s branch inside a bowl full of water so as not to fill the branch with air. Once I had the right length, I stitched the branch on the Kenzan. The teacher suggested that I should look at the front side of the flower and then I should turn the flower a little bit to the side.

It took me half an hour just to set up the first flower. For the second one, I thought that it would be much easier and quicker. I take one flower, I cut it to the right length and I put it on the Kenzan. However, for the second flower I had to take into account a couple of extra things. First of all, the second flower should be half length of the first one. So, I had to measure it properly and cut the branch . Secondly, the shorter branch´s flower should be facing the largest branch´s flower.

How difficult it is !! I thought that Ikebana was only about to buy a couple of flowers and put them in a tray!!

I was about to finish , but, the teacher said to me :

"Miffa, look at your Ikebana. It looks a little poor !!"

You only have 2 flowers in the tray. You should now give a kind of movement to your Ikebana. So, she suggested to put on the Kenzan a couple of branches, which made nice curves. I took a couple of them and I put them on the Kenzan.

Once I was finished, I starred my small Ikebana. How nice !

Now, I deserve a couple of Japanaese tea !!

At that point, I was about to go home and relax, but, the teacher said to us that we had an extra class on that day. Uff !! This is really tyring. I am a small bunny used to enjoying life!!

Well, let´s see, what the second class is about. CHA NO YU ! (茶の湯)

Well, that should be easy for a chinese bunny. I prepare some boling water , I take a couple of tea spoons inside the hot water and that´s it.

Of course, things are not so easy when you go to class. The teacher took us to a tea house closed for our class. First of all, she explained us that the house had a small door. Well,, I thought that this was a “ bunny size door “ , but, she explained to us that the door is smaller, so that people bend themselves , when they go through the door.

She went to change clothes. She came back with a KIMONO. Then, she showed us, how the room should be set up for the tea ceremonial. A part called TOKOMONO had a paper hanging on the wall with nice relaxing words written on it . She said to us that we had to remember last week´s class “ SHÔDO “ and why SHÔDO was so important in Japan. Then, she showed to us a nice IKEBANA in the room . Then, she set up O-KÔ, incense for the tea ceremonial.

At that stage, she requested to all the bunnies to sit down on the TATAMI, while she was preparing the tea . She took a TÔGEI, a kind of bowl. She put hot water in it and then a couple of spoons full of green tea in powder.

She stirred the tea inside the bowl and she asked me to drink a little bit. So, I was going to grap the bowl and drink a little bit , when she said to me .

"No , Miffa, stop , stop!! "

"First of all, you should put the bowl on the Tatami mattress, look at your bunny next to you and tell her that you are going to be the first one to taste the tea, if they allow you so."

Then, you take the bowl and drink a little bit.

Wonderful taste !!

The teacher said to us at the very end that the tea ceremonial is about :

WA – HARMONY
KEI – RESPECT
SEI – PURENESS
JAKU – TRANQUILITY

Just before finishing the class, she said to us : “ ICHI – GO- ICHI –E “

note: we can't take pictures in our class so I have searched for some in wikipedia.

My lemon tree

Life is hard for a small bunny like me. Father bunny wants me to learn Japanese language and culture and this is really time consuming. I have to go to class and then I have a lot of homework to be done during the whole week.

On the top of that, I am very jeaulous of Caffemiffy´s garden. We go to the supermarket to buy lettuce, despite having our own “farm – made “ lettuce. Father Bunny encoured me to start our own garden at home with the helo of my farmer sister.

Ok, ok, I told Father Bunny that I would really consider the idea. Again, a lot of work to be done. First of all, choose the right place at home for our garden, then buy a pot and earth to fill it.

As I live in Spain, a country with a lot of sun, I decided to have a garden with “ fruit trees “ . And the first one would be a lemon tree.

It has taken me a few weeks to set up everything properly, water the tree and finally I got 2 lemons!!

FB update: "Miffa took this picture of a lemon tree that FB's parents bought already grown up... That cheating

SHODÔ

My father insists on the fact that I should go on studying Japanese as well as learning properly to write Japanese. He decided to send me to an extra lesson in order to practice “ Shodô “

The teacher made me sit down for a couple of hours and she explained me, how to grap properly the brush. She said to me that I should keep two fingers on the front part of the brush and two on the back side. It´s not easy, though it doesn’t look so difficult. Then, she told me not to move my wrist. My wrist and my arm should behave as one single piece.

That was the first step and it was not easy at all. Then , she gave me a few brushes. One made of horse’s hair, a huge one. I told her that it was too heavy for me . I am a little bunny ! Then, she gave me a brush made of sheep´s hair, much easier to use. And finally, she gave me a brush made of “hare’s “ hair . What ? I said . A “ bunny hair ´s brush “ My god ! You mean that someone at the class could be trying to pull my hair out of my ears or my back in order to build a brush. That really scared me . The teacher explained to me that the “ bunny/hare brush “ is used for small traces.

Once we had clarify the situation with the brushes, the finger positioning as well as the hand, wrist and arm, she showed me 3 different styles : Kaisho, Gyosho and Sosho

Oh, oh, this is getting difficult !!

Well, I´ll try to study hard, as I want Father Bunny to take me back to Japan !!

Thanks for reading my “ hard time “ studying

Domo – Arigato – Gozaimasu !!

WATASHI WA MIFFA DESU

As you know, I love to travel and and I like a lot Japan. I asked my father to pay me a ticket to Tokyo, as I would like to spend a few days at the Mandarin Oriental, go shopping at Ginza and Omotesando, well, you know, all those things that a bunny like me loves doing

However, father bunny is really upset with me . He said that I am used to doing nothing, just travelling, having fun , and that i have some bad vices like smoking and drinking while playing cards cheating my sisters and friends to get their money… I asked him where is the problem. All these things are fun and I am a spoiled bunny.

One day, father bunny came back home and he said to me that I am going to start Japanese lessons. What, I said ?? I don´t want to work , I don’t want to study ! I just want to have fun.

Father bunny replied : “ You will not go back to Japan , if you do not learn a little bit Japanese , your sister Miffo can help you . If you want to visit your friends from Café Miffy, you have to master a few words in Japanese “

So, here I am with my “ hawaian “ shirt at home studying Japanese. Thanks god, I don´t need to learn the Kanji, as I master Chinese ! But, I´ll still have to memorize the hiragana and katakana alphabet.

Well, here my first steps :

Watashi wa sushi o tabemasu !

Oyasuminasai ( I am too tired and I asked father bunny, if I can go to bed )

Mataraishuu !!

Fernando's at Macau

One of the most popular restaurants in Macau is Fernando’s. Simple but good Portuguese food at affordable prices in Coloane (about half an hour taxi ride from Macau center).

No credits cards, no reservation and no air conditioning are on the other side but the atmosphere is unique, with home made bread and a quite good Portuguese wine cellar.

We had the Codfish but I would recommend the roasted piglet or the “gallina” (chicken).

Macau: just an hour from Hong Kong.

Fortaleza do Monte

Around Largo do Senado where most historic buildings concentrate

we were jealous of 9j and we booked the same hotel but a normal room

After the The Carnation Revolution in Portugal, the new left wing government tried to gave back Macau to China. The one time key place in the trade route between China and Europe was worthless and a pain in the neck for the Portuguese.

By that time a gamblers paradise ruled by organized crime was not an easy candy and China said no way. Finally a more creative approach from Beijing (Macau has surpassed Las Vegas in gambling revenue) ended with the MSAR Macau Special Administrative Region.

The first European settlement in China is now a big gambling machine with just a little more to offer you if you are not a Las Vegas fan. And despite Las Vegas a nice hotel is going you cost you real money.

We spent there a couple of days but we think that with five or six hours you’re done.

Volvo Bonaqua Sprint Run - La Cagamos (Castellano)

La ruta

El dorsal personalizado

Para los que no se creían lo de la "pool"

Detalle de "mal gusto"

Mientras que en Barcelona los miembros de mi equipo estaban ultimando los últimos detalles para correr la cursa de bombers del 2009 yo me estaba acabando de levantar para correr mi primera carrera de trail de mi vida: La Volvo Bonaqua Mui Wo a Pui O sprint run en la isla de Lantau (Hong Kong). La verdad es que tenía bastantes esperanzas de hacerlo bien ya que en nuestro entrenamiento abundan los desniveles y las zonas de tierra.

El día anterior – maldito jet lag- me pase hasta las tantas dibujando el mapa de la carrera en el Google Earth para ver el desnivel. Lo hice hasta el kilómetro 8 (cuando me cansé) y me descargue un par de ficheros con datos DEM (Digital Elevation Model) que me sirvieron para poder calcular el perfil aproximado de la carrera.

También me dio para investigar un poco quien participa y quien esta delante, y es que si un tío con 1:08:00 en media maratón queda en el décimo puesto, hay que pensar que algo huele mal.

Desde luego he cometido un montón de errores, el primero no llevar agua ni isotónica para los primeros 8 kilómetros (check point y avituallamiento). Correr en un bosque tropical o sub tropical (no voy a discutirlo) con 26 a 29 grados y casi un 98 % de humedad no es algo que encontremos a estas alturas en el Parc Güel. Otro error fue empezar la carrera a un ritmo moderado, unos 3:40 el kilómetro que me dejaron en medio del pelotón el primer kilómetro. ¿Qué cojones pasa aquí? Me preguntaba. Y pronto me respondieron, acabado el primer kilómetro el camino se hacia tan estrecho que en algunas zonas no se podía ir más que en fila india.

Desde el 1.6 al 2.5 el camino era de subida, una subida bestial, pero fui capaz de hacerlo corriendo, a un ritmo modesto, pero corriendo. Desde el 4 al 4,8 mis piernas dijeron basta, totalmente llenas de acido láctico y calambres que me provocaron las escaleras de esta sección. Totalmente exhausto, sin poder correr y a veces sin poder pasar a corredores más lentos llegue al punto más alto, de unos 260 metros.

La bajada no fue más fácil, escaleras, llanos, cortas subidas… Comencé una bajada suicida desde el 5 al 7.5 jugándome el tipo y pasando a gente por las cunetas. Tuve un par o más de avisos: te vas a romper un tobillo. Pero llegue a una sección de asfalto en el 6 donde pude recuperar algunas posiciones a un ritmo de 4:45 (reíros, reíros).

Antes de llegar al avituallamiento y check point de la playa de Pui O tuvimos que cruzar una lengua de mar que me dejo empapados los pies y llenos de arena. Odio correr en la playa, de hecho nunca lo he hecho con lo que imite a los que si lo hacen y me puse en la zona donde la arena esta mojada. Cruce este punto en el top 10 o 15, según me dijo un amigo que estaba allí.

El tiempo del ganador fue 48 minutos versus mis 52 en este punto. Sólo quedan 4 kilómetros, animo!

Mierda, tengo que correr 700 metros por las rocas que están al final de la playa (bueno correr o andar), saltando de una a otra roca que además resbala de forma peligrosa. Con esto no contaba.

No es lo que mejor hago, pero lo puedo hacer. Mientras busco la mejor ruta me caigo al mar. No es una caída grave pero me golpeo la rodilla y me hago una herida algo aparatosa con los mejillones de la roca con la que golpeo. Se acaban las rocas pero ahora hay que correr en una playa llena de piedras redondas y basura varia. A la mierda, quiero mucho a mis piernas y las guardo para batallas más heroicas-

El incidente, el miedo, mi poca aptitud para correr en cantos rodados hacen que la gente me pase y pierda mucho tiempo en esta sección.

Llega el tramo del río, un kilómetro de despropósito cuesta arriba siguiendo el curso de un río lleno de rocas con verdín, que resbalaban más que pastillas de jabón, secciones que incluían subir ayudado de cuerdas e incluso una escalera del mismo material. Durante los primeros 700 metros avanzo bien y paso a gente pero mi rodilla no para de sangrar, estoy cansado, sobre todo los brazos y hombros y mi moral ya no esta en modo agresivo, si no en modo “llega entero a casa”. Menos mal que me compre los guantes porque has de usar las manos y los brazos constantemente.

Unas 5 personas o quizás más me pasan en los último 300 metros, pero es que ya me daba igual. En otra sección de asfalto de unos 200 metros recupero posiciones y paso a dos de ellos corriendo por una carretera abierta al tráfico.

Un descenso suicida más sin fuerzas para controlar un error y llego al último kilómetro y medio. No esta mal.

Lo que no esperaba era otra vez la playa llena de cantos rodados y los acantilados, así que desmoralizado me pongo a andar otra vez. Demasiado cansado para pensar y para ver donde pongo los pies. No quiero más heridas.

Termino la carrera exhausto pero sobre todo pienso que he fracasado mi misión, con una conejo hija que se ilusionó al verme tan arriba en el 8 y que asistió a mi hundimiento.

Lo he hecho lo mejor que he podido, lo he dado casi todo, he sufrido casi más que nunca pero ni me esperaba esto ni me he entrenado para ello. Además conforme te haces viejo quieres más a tu pellejo que lo que crees.

En fín, no me quede a la fiesta, no soy muy sociable y no estaba de mucho humor por lo que me fui a visita el Buda gigante de Lantau.

Volvo Bonaqua Sprint Run - Failed Mission (English)

While my running mates were preparing things for the 2009 cursa de bombers I was getting up to run my first trail race ever. I was quite confident in my possibilities because of our training spot and intensive hill running.

The day before I spent more than three hours drawing the race path till the 8th kilometre and downloading a DEM (Digital Elevation Model) to figure up what the profile was.

Now I am writing this review because I don’t want to forget about the experience. Even after the marathon my face was better and my gesture showed less suffering than today.

Of course I have done several mistakes the first one was not to take some water or isotonic drink for the first eight km. 26 to 29 Celsius and 98 % humidity running in a tropical (or may sub tropical forest) is not what we found in our Parc Güel. Another one was starting the run at a moderate pace (3:40 minutes a kilometre) that put me in the middle of nowhere. I thought that people wanted to commit self suicide but there were fighting to arrive to the first kilometre mark the sooner as possible. And there was a good reason to do so. A narrow path, sometimes just enough for one person makes quite difficult to overpass.

From approximately 1.6 to 2.5 the path was climbing up to the top but I was able to run at a modest but constant pace, but from the 4 to the 4.8 my legs were totally burnt out by the ladders that appeared in that section. Unable to run and blocked by some runners I got to the top (about 260 meters) totally exhausted.

The descent was not better, with my legs aching and full of lactic acid I started a suicide downhill section from 5 to 7.5. Passing people out of the track and having some severe warning with some stones that were in the mood to break my ankles. Finally about the 6th we arrived to a “normal road” and I was able to maintain a pace of about 4:45 minutes a kilometre (enough to pass quite a few people).

We have to cross some water to get into the Pui O beach and about 700 meters running on the beach (with my shoes full of water and sand, excellent). I hate running on the beach and I try to imitate the more experienced people, so I moved to the wet side and crossed the first check point in the top 10 or top 15 according to a friend who was there taking pictures.

The winner made 48 minutes and I made an impressive 52. Not bad. There were only 4 kilometers left.

Damn it!. Now we have about 700 meters of running / walking on the cliffs, jumping from one slippery rock to another one. This is something that I did not count on.

Ok, that’s not my best but I can manager. I try to find the path and I felt down into the sea. No problem but my right knee took the hit and is wounded by the small mussels that gave me quite a deeper cut. The cliffs ended, but now we have to run over a rounded rocks beach – I say no way, I must keep my ankles for more heroic battles-

The incident, my poor attitude to run over that rounded rocks beach made that most of the people who was behind passed me on that section.

Finally the river loop was one kilometre uphill following a river with big slippery rocks, some climbing sections and even a rope ladder. The first 700 meters I even got to pass some people but every step has to be measured carefully, my knee is bleeding and you have to use your arms and hands to secure yourself and to find the better way. (Thank good I bought that gloves)

About four five people overtook me on the last 300 metres but a short road section of about 200 meter were enough to pass two of them.

Again a suicide downhill section when I was able to maintain my position but…

The same damn rounded rocks beach and cliff section. I decided to walk, I was too tired just to think and to look where my feet were landing and I wanted no more wounds.

I finish the race exhausted but above all with the feeling that I have failed my mission, with an angry daughter bunny who saw me on the top positions on the 8th and that finally was deceived when I plunged on the ranking.

I did my best, I was more tired than ever and I suffered quite a lot, but I did not expect that and, of course, I was not trained for that.

I decided to catch a taxi and go to visit the Giant Buddha so I missed the finish party. Well I am not a very social person and besides I was quite sad.

Stanley & Repulse Bay

Last time, almost one year ago we went to Lamma Island but unfortunately we had no time to visit two places that we missed in all our previous visits because lack of time and bad weather.

Surprisingly today it was sunny and we decided to visit Stanley and in our way back to HK Island Repulse Bay.

We will write more about these two places with beautiful beaches and tracks to walk along.

Island Shangri-La pool and Father Bunny

Well, I have the feeling that lately Father Bunny is obsessed with running, cycling and swimming. This is surely because of bad companions.

But for this time I will like to thank them because from the 28 meters long swimming pool my favourite building – The Bank of China- view is just fantastic.

May be Father Bunny wants to thank the building for the good luck it gave to him in the Marathon (he printed the HK skyline in her bid and shoe sole).

We went there by night and while I was having a carrot juice and other people were enjoying a bbq, he was the only swimming. (about 900 meters)

Tomorrow Volvo Bonaqua Mui Wo to Pui O sprint race.

Finally we have arrived

Miffo having lunch in a Bavarian style restaurant.

Not exactly a nice day in HK

We decided to try Lufthansa, great mistake, for sure the worst travel from Europe to Asia of my life.

Lot of luggage, as usual and a nice room where at least the internet is free, as well as the minibar, the laundry and some other items.

Right now I am thinking about resting for a while.

Back home: I am flying to Hong Kong

In a few hours I will leave Europe to do what i like the most in life: going to my homeland. For two weeks I will be able to enjoy my city and its people again.

I will keep you informed.

PS: This time I will try another Hotel, Shagri-la.

More about Milano: Via Montenapoleone.

You surely thought that having a new brother will change my mood, but you missed the point.

I am more demanding, more spoiled, and more impertinent than ever before.

And in Milano I really wanted to drive my Miffa’s Orange GT3, a car that surely will blast any stupid Italian car.

“You look nice in your wanna be sport car, Mr. Evaseé” but our German hammer will surely make some scratchs on your car.

Now, the fight is open, dare to defy the fastest bunny, ever.

Miffa in Milano · Fashion & Indulgent life

Just 72 hours in the European fashion centre (Paris is for lame elderly senior citizens) is enough for international bunny star Miffa "Miffona" Chanetti to disect and analyze what is on and off, who deserve to be punish and who deserve a big Ohhh!

Soon.

We have run the Barcelona’s Marathon.

When more than a year ago Father Bunny started to run again (He was running in 2003 for six months) I was very sceptical about his real possibilities. Furthermore his dream about finishing a Marathon (42 kilometres and 195 metres) seemed less than possible.

Father Bunny complexion is not the best one for long distance running and besides the amount of training to finish a Marathon in good shape is quite important.

During all this time he has been training and racing, sometimes with Draculina who often helped him to maintain the right pace, but his new friends from correCATagafo (experienced runners and tri-athletes) has played a vital role in his achievements.

I wanted to share his success with him and I waited for him in the last kilometre to enter together in 3 hours and 17 seconds. Quite a great mark for an old guy that surprisingly did not encounter The Wall and arrived in quite a decent shape.

Another World Bunny Record set by Miffa Chan

Cuando hace más de un año el Viejo volvío a correr ( lo hizo en 2003 durante seis meses) era muy escéptica sobre sus posibilidades reales. Es más creía que su sueño de correr y terminar una maratón era más que imposible.

Su complexión no es la mejor para la carrera de larga distancia y además el nivel y exigencia del entrenamiento que requiere un maratón con dignidad es muy elevado.

Durante todo este tiempo ha estado entrenando y compitiendo en pruebas menores, algunas veces con Draculina, que siempre le ha ayudado a mantener el ritmo de carrera. Pero una parte muy importante del éxito es de la ayuda que le han prestado sus nuevos amigos de correCATagafo (experimentados corredores y triatletas).

Quería compartir ese momento con él y le estuve esperando en los últimos kilómetros para entrar juntos en 3 horas y 17 minutos. Un tiempo bastante bueno para un viejo que de manera sorprendente no se encontró con el temido MURO y llego bastante fresco.

Otro Record del Mundo Conejo de Miffa. ¡Gracias a todos los correCATagafo

Draculina’s pre marathon party

Tomorrow Father Bunny, Draculina and myself Hill run Barcelona’s marathon. FB has been training since past February and he has completed about 1600 kilometres in this time, not good but not bad either.

It will be my first official run but I have been named FB running club chairman and I will like to help my father in the last kilometres.

Tomorrow it’s the great day, a meeting with glory or a big deception. Success often is written with bloody letters.

Father bunny's new bike.

I am telling you human have severe problems when they become older. Now the poor idiot has bought a bike to train triathlons...

and yesterday he and Draculina were in a pre-marathon big party. Bunny God give me enough forces to cope with .

Rbt – Rabbit- The Restaurant

© 9j Media Partners Ltd.

In my first outing experience in my city, just some hours after my parents did all the red tape that you need to adopt a bunny child in HK, I saw a nice sign…

Unfortunately, I was so young that I had no writing skills and my Father is such an idiot that he forgot to write down the name.

But after extensive and intensive research we founded their website * and we manage to be there several years after our first attempt.

May be I am going to disappoint my friend 9J, but they have a great corporate image for bunny lovers but quite a disappointing offer for humans. Besides their name stand for REAL BREWED TEA, and they're from Taiwan.

* This was not an easy job, and we need to use the "search for rbt into .hk domains option"

Finally we went to Madrid using AVE (High speed train)

Several months after the official first travel and several years after the planned one, finally me and Miffo were able to travel in what we call the “Spanish Shinkansen”

Mother bunny travels often using the AVE, but she is so busy that forgets about her little children as often.

Finally Father Bunny was travelling to Madrid and we convinced him to take the AVE and to pay slightly more (well almost three times the price of a plane ticket) to buy Business tickets for us. Actually we discover that there’s still a higher class called “CLUB”

In another post, my impressions about the travel.

In the Chinese city. Perspectives on the transmutations of an Empire

Sometimes I have received some criticism about the kind of education I am providing to my daughter Miffa.

Too many travels, too many parties, a little bit too much of excesses for a – no so little- bunny girl.

This past Sunday I decided to imitate my good friend Anita and after running 21 kilometres and 975 meters (Barcelona half marathon) we went to the CCCB. The exhibition was about the changes that have occurred through the time in China’s big cities.

Well, It was quite interesting but Miffa was sleeping most of the time arguing about the boring movies that new Chinese directors made to tribute five important cities.

We must stop this, now!

Today I asked my father for some money, just 50 euros to buy some ice cream and Belgian chocolotes to enjoy a nice afternoon with my friends.

He said he had no money for that luxuries and told me about the need to save money and to use it wisely in this times of economic crisis.

I have opened his wardrobe and this is what I have founded!! Any lawyer out there??

My father abuses me, and forces me to work.

This is me on a plane, while taking notes for the new Ref/SN article

Yes, I would like that all the people around knows this fact. Since we joined the Ref s/n project my father is putting a lot of pressure on me to produce new articles.

He tried to write by herself, but he failed to imitate my acid, corrosive way to express how the human world is insane.

Our latest fight was writing about Patek Philippe’s watches. How the hell can I write about that without buying one????

Thank god he is poor and his credit card has a lame limit that only was enough for a one hour rent. I will talk with the Ref/SN blog's editor...

Hey, I start a new job as a professional blogger

Some individuals have joined forces to start a big project whose visible head is, by now, a blog called: Ref S/N that could be translated as Reference No Number.

www.refsn.com

Despite being written in Spanish the site and the articles have enough visual power to transmit the essence of the matter. In other words, no words are needed in most cases.

Unfortunately there are some stupid rules – one is being a human to participate- and my father is the one who is credited and paid a huge amount of money for just copy and paste my work, or even worse, to write about my experiences and big knowledge as a Bunny sybarite and great connoisseur.

Kung Hei Fat Choy - 新年快樂

Happy New Year!! - Off course I speak Cantonese, so do nt ask me for the Mandarin form because I have no idea.

I was born in the year of the Monkey, my father on the Rat’s and we celebrated the Golden Pig with a nice present that “should” bring us fortune and money.

Unfortunately for me, Miffu and now Aurore, Chinese New Year is not very popular in Spain. In a big city like Barcelona there’s not an “official” celebration and even Chinese restaurant do not change their menus on this date.

Fortunately for us, we are ex-pats from Hong Kong but we have very good friends there: The 9j Clan.

They have sent us a complete set of goodies to let us feel like at home. A Mandarin orange tree (tangerine / 柑) , (our preferred Hotel and fruit that match our caps’ colours), several decoration papers with goodwill and fortune words on it, firecrackers (some special ones) and a lot of goodies that made us very happy.

But the party have just started now…

Mochitsuki Taikai (もちつき大会)

Our friends from wifiblanes.com love Japanese culture and a friend of them knows well the Japanese community in Barcelona.

The event is organized by SUIYOKAI (An organization that joins most of the Japanese companies that are operating in Spain) and has the support of the Japanese Consulate in Barcelona.

Many people dressed especially for the event and of course I did. As you know my sister Miffo was living in Japan for several months and she has great knowledge about Japanese Culture and Traditions. Unfortunately me and my parents are not so brilliant and sometimes we make big mistakes because of our ignorance.

Anyways we have a GREAT time there. We miss our time in Japan badly, and we are willing to return there shortly and to visit our friends from Cafemiffy.

Bread & Butter; is this the end?

This will require further analysis, but the end has arrived. We have been there, actually me and Ramiro with Father Bunny. We were not in the mood to go there (we missed last editions) but we made the effort.

As my first impression, I would say…

Go to the fuck**g hell, you have became a bunch of boring idi**s.

Miffa is four and Miffu three years old.

It looks like if it was yesterday when, in my first visit to one of the nicest cities I have been, I saw her face in a Fortress store. Immediately I knew that I won’t depart from Hong Kong without her.

Now four years after that I feel sorry about not have being able to travel to her home city this year. Soon we will be there with her sister Miffu – who doesn’t like to appear a lot in this blog- and Aurore Marie – Miffa’s twin sister that joined her after and extensive research made by Miffa and the best private eye Bunny from HK (9J)

We missed our friends Chairoko and Kiiroko as well as Nijntje, but this time I decided to buy a nice cake to avoid criticism about my home made one.

Happy new year!