Cedrick Lui

The personal website of Cedrick Lui, used to promote and present his projects as well as act as a blog.

Parker's 3rd Birthday


If you made it here, it is probably because you attended Parker's 3rd birthday party.  I decided this would be the best place for me to upload some photos from that day so you can all see your kids.  I've chosen the pictures I felt were the best, but please contact me if you'd like to come by and grab the full set.  Thank you so much for coming to the party, it meant a lot for Parker and us :)

The photos will be organized into a couple of galleries.  The first is of the majority of the party while the second is for the group shots and present opening.  You can just right click and save any photos you want.  I will keep this post up for a few weeks before taking it down.

Welcome! Click here first!

Hello everyone. If you've found your way to this blog it's probably because I know you somehow. If not, welcome to my travel log you weird stalker.

This travel log is imported from my previous blog and contains my two trips  The blog is in order from most recent post, so if you want to read from the beginning click the following links:

CLICK to start my travel diary where I travelled west across Canada on a greyhound bus.

CLICK to start my travel diary where my wife and I travelled to Europe.

After each post you can scroll to the bottom and go to the next post.  Thanks for dropping by, I hope you enjoy my travels!

Looking back!

Alright everyone, so I want to first-apologize for missing all my posts.  I fell behind near the end, and there was a bit of a gap between posts.

I just finished catching up (as you can tell), and am surprised how pessimistic I was at the end.  I do remember feeling quite burnt out after coughing throughout the whole trip.  Thinking back though, Rome was probably only that bad because it was the end of our long trip.  I still don't think we'll go back, but as I said early, when it was good, it was great.  Maybe Venice if I go back to Italy.

As suspected all along, the rough times make for the best stories and I'm very happy that we went.  In total we hit up 6 countries in 2 weeks, and I am very grateful that we are able to things like travel and see the world.  We sacrificed and worked hard to afford the trip, but in truth, we lead blessed lives in being able to do things like this trip.  I hope you enjoyed reading through the journal and seeing some pictures.  This blog will help be a testament to this exciting part of our lives, and remind us that we lived it fully.

Upcoming is the next chapter of my life.  Nita is pregnant.  She had been during the trip.  We had to take it very easy and not push ourselves too hard, but in the end it all worked out.  This trip represented our last final journey as a couple, and a perfect way to accent our new journey as a family.

Thanks everyone!

Travel Day!

Sunday June 16  Travel Day!

We woke up early and tired, thinking of our beds in Canada.  We dragged ourselves out the door and spent our last (to the cent) 3 euros for the metro.  It was then I discovered... hey... where's my phone?  shit.

I ran back to the hostel with the kind old guard holding the train gate for me.  It was too early however and the key to the room was dropped safely into the drop off box.  Too bad, so sad.  No phone.  I ran back and we rushed to Wakana And Hauke's hotel.  We arrived 10 mins late to an irritated driver.  We set off and it was a roller coaster.  With emptier streets than our arrival, it was no longer a city street, but a race track with the occasional obstacle.

We weaved through cars and bikes, crossing into wrong way streets to pass cars.  We sped even faster on the tight highway, topping off at 180 km/h.  No joke.

We arrived in 25 mins.  We arrived int 25 mins!!! We said our goodbyes and headed out to find our Alitalia desks.  Backtracking, we ran into Wakana and Hauke.  They were at the wrong airport.


I wished them luck and headed to a line up.  While in line behind 5 nuns, we just happened to see our flight info on another desk.  Apparently they have specific desks for each flight.  This means we were in the wrong line.  Our new line consisted of one employee who was taking care of an indian family.  Both were unhappy.  We stood in line... for an hour.  We arrived over 2 hours before our flight and didn't get our passes until the plane started boarding. With our tickets we fought the crowd and were faced with a wall of people trying to go through customs.  A mad free for all we were directed to another terminal.  A 10 minute speed walk and we were on the other side of the airport going through customs just to walk back to the original terminal.  I managed to score a slice of pizza for our breakfast because I refused to pay 9.50€ ($13-14) for a sandwich and water.  Thankfully, I dont' think anything in that airport (or all of Rome) leaves on time.  We got on to our grueling 10 hour flight with too-small in flight meals and the surprisingly entertaining yet still-not-good film, Jack the giant slayer.

Wishing it was an overnight flight (instead of the all day flight) I danced in my seat without Journal or my ipod.  Nita sat seperate, 4 rows back and we were trapped with nothing to do.

We arrived at our connecting point in Canada and the mood changed instantly.  Compassionate and sympathetic Canadians with cheery voices could well have been saints and angels after our Fiumicino experience.  Coughing violently the whole trip from Rome to Toronto to Ottawa, I was relieved to be home and struggling to remember the great trip to counteract the pessimism brought on by my battered, beaten, and infected body.

Comics and sodium

Saturday, June 15th  Day 16

We woke up early to check out.  We packed up and set longingly for more sleep.  We met with Matteo and left, running into his next guests on the way out.  We had cleaned but not completely.  The dishes sat dirty in the machine.

We set out but Wakana was still ill and had very little sleep.  Nita and I decided to leave her and go to our hostel to rest as well.  A quick metro and we're here at... The comics guest house!  We came a bit early and checked in.  We left for food as they finished cleaning our room.  We stopped for croissant panini's and some pizza and a potatoe cheese-thingy.  We came back and Nita fell asleep.  I am awake catching up on the diaries with a wall-sized mural of comic called Dylan Dog.  It looks really cool, a throwback to a noir style story.  The lobby is decked with marvel and DC posters and statues.  The check desk is decked with simpsons and apparently there are other themed rooms like the mario room, betty boop room, and more.... so cool.

We slept for a lot of the day and left in the late afternoon, skipping the dead heat.  We traveled immediately to the best Gelato in town by Cavour station.  I had the most amazing gelato I've ever had.  A scoop of cafe latte and one of a great hazelnut with nut butter flavour.  Large chunks of nuts periodically met in my rapidly melting ice cream made it over the top.  Nita had the snow white flavour mixed with seed-filled rasberry and rich dark chocolate.

We then left to the train station towards poor sick Wakana.  At the train station we zipped to the stop right beside the station and walked up towards their hotel  Along the way we realized that we have stumbled on Rome's Chinatown.  small shops up the street with chinese tailors with dresses and shoes.  We kept walking closer as the streets got sketchier and seedier.  We got to the top of the street when we texted Hauke and Wakana.  Turns out they were moved and upgraded due to rowdy spanish students.  We went to the train station to stop for food before going to the new hotel Wakana was given.

Crispy McBacon!  The Roman special that I sunk my teeth into voraciously.  Nita snacked on spinach and smelly cheese crochettes and McPoppers?  I forget the name exactly.  A calorie engorged meal, we ate ourselves silly.  After, I perused the book store in the train station.  I pored over the large graphic novel section and soaked in the styles of art and drastically changing moods of each one.  Classics translated beside apparent masterpieces as well as the titles by well known N. American writers that I didn't know existed.

It was probably much to Nita's chagrin whose feet that had been battered by the Roman street stones for days.  We left with a bookmark and met with Wakana who was incapacitated in her bed for the day.  We had all had our fill of Rome and sat chatting before letting her rest.

We left in the late evening and headed back for more great gelato.  We followed up our previous flavours with chocolate and bush-fresh mint chocolate.  Nita had chocolate and the thumbellina.  I'm very glad we had this.

We went across the street to a busy pizza place and were told it was full until 10pm!  Wow, that must be good pizza.  Instead we wandered to find more restaurants.  With pizza on our mind we stopped at a place with a wood burning oven.  How could we go wrong?

I'll tell you how.

My seafood pizza came out with imitation crab and Nita's sausage looked like smashed spam.  Cooked to perfection? yes, but the crispy inviting crust housed about 2 lbs too much salt.  We couldn't eat it.  We sat questioning if it was just us, as everyone else seemed to enjoy it.  But further review confirmed it.  Salt.  Lots and lots of salt.  We are not food snobs.  We generally eat what is put in front of us.  In fact, this is the only time we've ever simply walked away from a meal.  No more.  too many scam artists, too many rude servers, too many money-grubbing hustlers.  We paid and left.  No request for a new pizza, no take-out.  We vowed not to return to Rome, or Itally, without a considerable amount of money, and even then? meh.

When it was good, it was great, but too many times has it been tainted by people preying so ferociously on tourists that want to simply soak in the rich culture.

We went back to sleep, not needing to pack after only one night at our graphic-filled and chic hostel room.

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