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...state's best-known amateur botanists, Allan Tinker. During the season he conducts a daily wildflower walk through his 65-hectare property. Nature has been generous: some 800 species of flowering plants thrive here. The park's accommodations cater to all comers, with self-contained mud-brick chalets, caravans and camping. Three-course home-cooked meals, prepared by Tinker's wife, Lorraine, are an extra treat. Call (61-8) 9955-2030 for reservations...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Hot Spot: Eneabba | 6/17/2002 | See Source »

...multicultural and intellectual feel—the souvenir hats say 02138 is “world’s most opinionated zip code”—and they love the wide variety of bookstores, coffeeshops and ethnic restaurants that can be found on its historic, brick-lined streets...

Author: By Lauren R. Dorgan, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: The Desirable, Impossible 02138 | 6/6/2002 | See Source »

Beyond that, there are the obvious physical differences—cream-colored sandstone walls instead of ivy-covered brick; year-long sunshine and tall palms instead of gray skies, cold sleet and cramped urban environs...

Author: By Nalina Sombuntham, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: The New Kid on the Block | 6/6/2002 | See Source »

...fill neighborhoods just a few miles from Liu's village of Nanliang. In the roadside hamlet of Chenzhuangke, a first-cousin couple grieve for their young son who died of a rare blood disease. In the nearby city of Yan'an, a brother and sister squat in the mud-brick slums, signing a secret language to each other. Both Cao Shuai and Cao Jing were born deaf-mute. Everybody in the neighborhood thinks they know why: their parents are first cousins. And last month in Yan'an county, a severely retarded newborn girl was found abandoned by the side...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: In Rural China, It's a Family Affair | 5/27/2002 | See Source »

...descend into sentiment and list the things I’ll be sorry to leave behind—the madness and hubbub, the predictably awful yet somehow comforting social scene, my peculiar, always fascinating classmates...and above all, perhaps, the beauty of the place, and the way the red-brick grandeur along the river glows, faintly, in the slanting, failing light of a late-spring evening...

Author: By Ross G. Douthat, | Title: The Final Column | 5/17/2002 | See Source »

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