Well, I'm home, with all the good and bad things that brings. Getting home, however, was a bit of an adventure. I had decided I wanted to stay one more night in Taupo and would then just take a bus to Auckland the next day and head straight to the airport. However, I didn't realize that there weren't any buses leaving early enough to get me to the airport in time. I wound up catching the 1:50 am bus from Taupo, arriving in Auckland around 7 am. Oh, the joys.
After stashing my luggage in the lockers at the bus station (such a wonderful thing) I decided to get breakfast and walk around Auckland for the day. It's a big city, home to almost 1.2 million of NZ's 4 million people. That said, however, I didn't see a single person on the street composing on a blackberry or talking into one of those ridiculous Bluetooth headsets.
I wandered around the main streets and people watched. And bought some more jewelry. I did not expect to like the aesthetic and design in NZ nearly as much as I did, and my fascination with the arts community came as a big surprise. My favorite store was one called Fingers, devoted entirely to contemporary NZ Jewelry. Here I found this amazing necklace composed of a the shell of a black pebble. The inside had been completely hollowed out through several round holes in the surface... think of a hollow 3-D piece of Swiss cheese. So cool.
Getting to the airport and on the plane were pretty uneventful. I had fun buying another 2 bottles of NZ wine at the duty-free shop, and then managing to shove them undetected into my luggage when I passed through customs in LA. I was lucky to have an empty middle seat in my row, and the entertainment on demand system on the Qantas 747 planes is awesome. You can play any selection you want, at any time, and can even pause and rewind it if you need to get up. I even watched a short documentary about the discovery of Penicillin. Really, it was a shame I needed to sleep on this flight.
I got blankets and a pillow, and really the customer service on the flight was excellent. The only thing definitely not up to par was my vegetarian meal; I just can't win. Last time I didn't request one and of course the entree choices were chicken and beef. I figured I should be safe when flying an Australian carrier (with their meat-based cuisine and all), so of course this time they had a fish option. I requested a regular vegetarian meal, but received a vegan one, complete with potatoes, asparagus (not so bad), tomatoes, tofu, margarine, and this vile gelatin concoction they tried to pass off as dessert. For the thousandth time I wonder why they assume vegetarians are health freaks. Breakfast was 1000 times worse: another asparagus and potato concoction with a stale bread roll, when I would have been perfectly happy with the cereal and milk they were serving. Maybe I should just take my chances from now on.
I arrived at LAX and was, for a fee, able to get on another flight leaving almost 9 hours earlier than the red-eye I was scheduled on. We had a layover at O'Hare, but I was so grateful to be getting home in time to sleep in my own bed (and see the kitties, of course). My parents met me at the security entrance with flowers (very sweet of them), and I'm pretty sure the kitties remember who I am, so all is well. Now if I could only get my body on EST!!
Thursday, May 10, 2007
Sunday, May 6, 2007
All good things must come to an end
Well, it's finally arrived: my last full day in NZ, and the end of my 3 month travelling adventure. Sometimes it seemed as though this day would never arrive, but it's managed to sneak up on me rapidly nonetheless. Part of me realizes that it's time for me to be an adult and begin the next phase of my life: as a vet intern at the university of Illinois. But another part would be happy being a vagabond for quite a while longer yet. After all, when I begin my veterinary career, I may never again have the chance to travel like this. And I know how lucky I am; many Americans have neither the opportunity (nor the desire, for some) to wander in the eastern and southern hemispheres. There is no comparison between taking a 1-2 week vacation and having the time just to wander and see where chance and fate may lead you.
Most people I met thought I looked 4-5 years younger than my actual age, which I hope was the truth and not an empty compliment or negative comment on my maturity level. It does make me wonder, however, how much the next year of my life will age me, both mentally and physically. Guess I should take before and after photos to tell for sure.
Kitties, here I come. And Paka, stop using the upstairs bathtub as a litter box, no matter how much you like being up there.
Most people I met thought I looked 4-5 years younger than my actual age, which I hope was the truth and not an empty compliment or negative comment on my maturity level. It does make me wonder, however, how much the next year of my life will age me, both mentally and physically. Guess I should take before and after photos to tell for sure.
Kitties, here I come. And Paka, stop using the upstairs bathtub as a litter box, no matter how much you like being up there.
Saturday, May 5, 2007
Tongariro Crossing
Today I did "NZ's best one day hike", entitled the Tongoriro Crossing. It is 18.5 km one way and is described as "challenging", taking 7-8 hours to complete, passing through some of the most scenic and active volcanic areas of Tongoriro National Park. It was challenging, although thankfully only for about the first three hours. Unfortunately the mist and wind precluded great views from the summit, but as a slow walker, even I was able to complete the track in about 6.5 hours.
The track begins by winding up the Mangatepopo Valley from the carpark to an area called Soda Springs. When the mist clears, we could get brief but tantalizing views of Mt. Ngauruhoe (that's "Mt. Doom" for any LOTR fans out there). Then came the start of the Devil's Staircase, a very steep rocky path through the saddle between Mt. Tongariro and Mt. Ngaururhoe. It's funny, when I was climbing this and kept getting passed by the hikers behind me, a passage from Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance came to mind. It goes something like "Mountains should be climbed slowly and without desire." I found that the more I wanted to hike fast and get this part over with, the more frustrated I would become. But when I acknowledged that I was a slow walker, especially with asthma, and just concentrated on putting one foot in front of the other, the ascent became more manageable.
Once over the Devil's staircase, we entered the south Crater, which reminded me of what the surface of the moon might look like. It was completely flat and huge, the remnant of a long-ago volcano. Then came the red crater ridge, which was not too difficult until we reached the top of the Red Crater and were met with howling winds. The swirling mists and fog made it impossible to see anything, and the wind almost forced you to keep walking up the track, lest you be blown off into the crater. Apparently the top of the red crater can be a great place to have lunch in nice weather since there are hotspots, but my goal was just to get down as fast as possible.
You are rewarded, coming off the crater, with views of three magnificent emerald lakes (smelling of sulfur, of course). The walk through the central crater is lovely and would bring you views of the blue lake, if we could see anything :)
The remainder of the walk was frankly anticlimactic after the climb and the winds at the beginning. The track descends around the northern slope of Mt. Tongoriro and descends in a zig-zag to the Ketetahi hut, where I had the remainder of my lunch (cold pizza, yum!!). From Ketetahi hut, it's 1.5-2 hours to the end of the track, and the end is a bit of a green tunnel through the forest. Most interesting about this part was the evidence of recent trail reconstruction. There were several workers on the track, and huge bags of gravel and rock that had probably been dropped in by helicopter.
Not perfect weather, but a great walk nonetheless.
The track begins by winding up the Mangatepopo Valley from the carpark to an area called Soda Springs. When the mist clears, we could get brief but tantalizing views of Mt. Ngauruhoe (that's "Mt. Doom" for any LOTR fans out there). Then came the start of the Devil's Staircase, a very steep rocky path through the saddle between Mt. Tongariro and Mt. Ngaururhoe. It's funny, when I was climbing this and kept getting passed by the hikers behind me, a passage from Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance came to mind. It goes something like "Mountains should be climbed slowly and without desire." I found that the more I wanted to hike fast and get this part over with, the more frustrated I would become. But when I acknowledged that I was a slow walker, especially with asthma, and just concentrated on putting one foot in front of the other, the ascent became more manageable.
Once over the Devil's staircase, we entered the south Crater, which reminded me of what the surface of the moon might look like. It was completely flat and huge, the remnant of a long-ago volcano. Then came the red crater ridge, which was not too difficult until we reached the top of the Red Crater and were met with howling winds. The swirling mists and fog made it impossible to see anything, and the wind almost forced you to keep walking up the track, lest you be blown off into the crater. Apparently the top of the red crater can be a great place to have lunch in nice weather since there are hotspots, but my goal was just to get down as fast as possible.
You are rewarded, coming off the crater, with views of three magnificent emerald lakes (smelling of sulfur, of course). The walk through the central crater is lovely and would bring you views of the blue lake, if we could see anything :)
The remainder of the walk was frankly anticlimactic after the climb and the winds at the beginning. The track descends around the northern slope of Mt. Tongoriro and descends in a zig-zag to the Ketetahi hut, where I had the remainder of my lunch (cold pizza, yum!!). From Ketetahi hut, it's 1.5-2 hours to the end of the track, and the end is a bit of a green tunnel through the forest. Most interesting about this part was the evidence of recent trail reconstruction. There were several workers on the track, and huge bags of gravel and rock that had probably been dropped in by helicopter.
Not perfect weather, but a great walk nonetheless.
Friday, May 4, 2007
Welcome to the North Island
After a crazy night out in Queenstown, it was time to head to the North Island for the last few days of my trip. I caught the local bus to the Queenstown airport, and was left with far too much time to kill in a place with only a few terminals. However, the non-existent security line certainly made me happy.
My flight had a stop-over in Christchurch on the way to Auckland. The travel agent neglected to mention this when she booked my ticket, and I guess I failed to notice. It did mean that the journey stretched out to most of the afternoon and evening, but at least Quantas provides pillows and tea on their flights, unlike any of the Aussie discount carriers.
Driving into downtown Auckland felt like I had flown to another country, not merely to another island in the same country. Here there are freeways and traffic, as can be expected of a city of 1.2 million people, even if it is in New Zealand :) Booking into a girls' only floor at my hostel didn't prove to be such a great decision. Although the bathrooms were very nice, I was in a room with 4 Dutch girls who were screaming and carrying on as if they were at a high school slumber party. Who knows, perhaps they were. Once again I got to play the bad cop by asking them to be quiet or taking their carrying on elsewhere.
This morning I caught the bus for Taupo, a town located on the edge of Lake Taupo, the largest lake in NZ. It was formed by a massive volcanic explosion approximately 26,000 years ago (good thing NZ was uninhabited at the time) which spewed out 800 cubic km of ash and debris. By comparison, the eruptions of Krakatoa (1883) produced 8 cu km and Mt. St. Helens (1980)just 3 cu km.
It's quite an impressive lake, both for its size and the mountains/volcanic peaks visible on the far shore. The lake also makes quite an impressive setting for a skydive!! I had not come to NZ planning to jump again, but seeing videos of others' trips inspired me. After all, it had been 8 years since my first skydive.
I wound up diving with 2 German guys and an Aussie who had just started working at the jump center. My instructor, Mike, was from England. Unlike my jump in the US, where we underwent several hours of instruction prior to jumping, these centers suit you up, tell you the proper position for take-off and free-fall, and leave the rest to your instructor. I wonder if it's because they figure we really don't want to know, or aren't as concerned about the liability issues.
We went up in a bright pink plane which held 4 jumpers and their tandem instructors. I was worried about sitting backwards for the flight up, but it turned out to be fine. Since I wasn't nearly as nervous this time, I was happy to look around at the lake and surrounding fields. All the same, I was happy not to be diving first (I went third).
We did a back somersault out of the plane and went into free fall. I kept my hands on the harness until the tap on my head told me I could spread them out to the side. Unlike my first dive, I remember all 45 seconds of free fall (from 12,000 to 5,000 feet), and it was awesome. I was able to look all around at the landscape unfolding underneath us, and to feel all the air rushing by my face. Since you are falling so fast, it helps to clear your ears as often as possible.
Mike opened the parachute just as we entered a layer of clouds. The biggest change in the transition from free fall to floating is the silence: it's very quiet up there when the wind isn't rushing by your head at 200 kph. I love the sensation of floating in the air; it truly does feel as though you are flying. What I didn't love, however, was when Mike started doing really tight turns while chasing one of the other parachutes. I had no problem with the free-fall, but this made my stomach want to rise right up into my mouth.
I felt a little shaky for about 30 minutes afterwards, and needed to completely unblock my ears, but it was a fantastic experience. So much more rewarding than my first dive, since I had gotten over the initial fear and was able to relax and enjoy it.
My flight had a stop-over in Christchurch on the way to Auckland. The travel agent neglected to mention this when she booked my ticket, and I guess I failed to notice. It did mean that the journey stretched out to most of the afternoon and evening, but at least Quantas provides pillows and tea on their flights, unlike any of the Aussie discount carriers.
Driving into downtown Auckland felt like I had flown to another country, not merely to another island in the same country. Here there are freeways and traffic, as can be expected of a city of 1.2 million people, even if it is in New Zealand :) Booking into a girls' only floor at my hostel didn't prove to be such a great decision. Although the bathrooms were very nice, I was in a room with 4 Dutch girls who were screaming and carrying on as if they were at a high school slumber party. Who knows, perhaps they were. Once again I got to play the bad cop by asking them to be quiet or taking their carrying on elsewhere.
This morning I caught the bus for Taupo, a town located on the edge of Lake Taupo, the largest lake in NZ. It was formed by a massive volcanic explosion approximately 26,000 years ago (good thing NZ was uninhabited at the time) which spewed out 800 cubic km of ash and debris. By comparison, the eruptions of Krakatoa (1883) produced 8 cu km and Mt. St. Helens (1980)just 3 cu km.
It's quite an impressive lake, both for its size and the mountains/volcanic peaks visible on the far shore. The lake also makes quite an impressive setting for a skydive!! I had not come to NZ planning to jump again, but seeing videos of others' trips inspired me. After all, it had been 8 years since my first skydive.
I wound up diving with 2 German guys and an Aussie who had just started working at the jump center. My instructor, Mike, was from England. Unlike my jump in the US, where we underwent several hours of instruction prior to jumping, these centers suit you up, tell you the proper position for take-off and free-fall, and leave the rest to your instructor. I wonder if it's because they figure we really don't want to know, or aren't as concerned about the liability issues.
We went up in a bright pink plane which held 4 jumpers and their tandem instructors. I was worried about sitting backwards for the flight up, but it turned out to be fine. Since I wasn't nearly as nervous this time, I was happy to look around at the lake and surrounding fields. All the same, I was happy not to be diving first (I went third).
We did a back somersault out of the plane and went into free fall. I kept my hands on the harness until the tap on my head told me I could spread them out to the side. Unlike my first dive, I remember all 45 seconds of free fall (from 12,000 to 5,000 feet), and it was awesome. I was able to look all around at the landscape unfolding underneath us, and to feel all the air rushing by my face. Since you are falling so fast, it helps to clear your ears as often as possible.
Mike opened the parachute just as we entered a layer of clouds. The biggest change in the transition from free fall to floating is the silence: it's very quiet up there when the wind isn't rushing by your head at 200 kph. I love the sensation of floating in the air; it truly does feel as though you are flying. What I didn't love, however, was when Mike started doing really tight turns while chasing one of the other parachutes. I had no problem with the free-fall, but this made my stomach want to rise right up into my mouth.
I felt a little shaky for about 30 minutes afterwards, and needed to completely unblock my ears, but it was a fantastic experience. So much more rewarding than my first dive, since I had gotten over the initial fear and was able to relax and enjoy it.
Wednesday, May 2, 2007
Wanaka
Things here have been pretty quiet over the last couple days. It started to rain just as we got off the glacier and it has been raining or very overcast ever since. I am now in Wanaka, which would be a lovely and beautiful place if the sky were not so overcast. How strange that it looks like a perfect fall day here, with the trees decked out in their autumn colors, when at home spring is coming into its full flower. What fun being in the southern hemisphere!!
Sadly, there is not much to do here, which is why I am heading to Queeny (Queenstown) later this afternoon. I was incredibly excited to be staying at a hostel called "Purple Cow Backpackers". Turns out it's named after a brand of German chocolate and not my Alma mater, but it's still a wonderful thing. The signs in the hostel are even purple and gold :) Ah, it takes so little, really, to make me happy.
A bunch of people got rained out of skydiving, twice, which was a big bummer for them. We watched the videos from the 2 people who did go, and it almost made me want to go skydiving again. Over the last 8 years, I've forgotten how much fun I had.
A few nights ago we stayed in this cute A-frame chalet in Makarora, which in is the absolute middle of nowhere. It was again raining, which ruled out all the outdoor activity options... so we just hung out, drunk beer, and amused ourselves by listening to this guy Nathan from CA tell us every bad pick-up line he could remember. After dinner we played musical chairs to bad '80's music... I didn't try very hard. The guy who won did so because instead of attempting to sit on the chair and push the other person off, he would just run off with it. Not very sporting, if you ask me.
I fly tomorrow to Auckland, and the North Island. I will only have about 4 days there before I need to catch my flight back to the US. How fast this three months has gone by!! It's been wonderful and amazing, but like all good things, it eventually must come to an end.
Sadly, there is not much to do here, which is why I am heading to Queeny (Queenstown) later this afternoon. I was incredibly excited to be staying at a hostel called "Purple Cow Backpackers". Turns out it's named after a brand of German chocolate and not my Alma mater, but it's still a wonderful thing. The signs in the hostel are even purple and gold :) Ah, it takes so little, really, to make me happy.
A bunch of people got rained out of skydiving, twice, which was a big bummer for them. We watched the videos from the 2 people who did go, and it almost made me want to go skydiving again. Over the last 8 years, I've forgotten how much fun I had.
A few nights ago we stayed in this cute A-frame chalet in Makarora, which in is the absolute middle of nowhere. It was again raining, which ruled out all the outdoor activity options... so we just hung out, drunk beer, and amused ourselves by listening to this guy Nathan from CA tell us every bad pick-up line he could remember. After dinner we played musical chairs to bad '80's music... I didn't try very hard. The guy who won did so because instead of attempting to sit on the chair and push the other person off, he would just run off with it. Not very sporting, if you ask me.
I fly tomorrow to Auckland, and the North Island. I will only have about 4 days there before I need to catch my flight back to the US. How fast this three months has gone by!! It's been wonderful and amazing, but like all good things, it eventually must come to an end.
Sunday, April 29, 2007
Hiking the Franz Josef Glacier
Today was a really cool day. Although I have seen glaciers in several locations (Glacier National Park, Alaska, and in the Canadian Rockies), I have never walked on more than the edge of one. Today we scheduled a full day hike on the FJ glacier, a 12 km glacier whose face terminates only 240 meters above sea level. It and the nearby Fox glacier are 2 of only three glaciers which occur at this southern latitude (the other one is in Argentina). Currently the glacier is advancing at a rate of about 15 centimeters a day. It is maintained by the massive rain and snowfall on its face; the record for one season snowfall at Franz Josef is 80 meters!! (average is around 40).
We arrived at the center are were equipped with over trousers, waterproof coats, hats, gloves, boots, and crampons. The crampons are sized to fit each size of rubber boots (which unfortunately weren't that comfortable). I didn't wind up wearing either the coat or pants, but it was nice to have them anyway. A bus takes us to the glacier field, and it is a 40 minute walk through a temperate rainforest and along a river bed to arrive at the glacier's base. At this point we put on our crampons, and divided into 4 groups.
The ascent onto the glacier is via a staircase with a guide rope. The guides are responsible for cutting steps with their ice axes in the steep parts, and it is not as easy as it looks. The first steps are large enough to walk up normally, but subsequent staircases were ascended or descended via the "Franz" in which you stand sideways and swing your free leg either in front or behind your standing leg and onto the next step. Once I got the hang of it, this was actually really fun.
Walking with crampons is also really fun (and it makes you feel cool). They're very useful for walking through all sorts of terrain up there, especially the loose ice. There were a number of crevasses which needed to be traversed via stairs and guide ropes. These crossings were definitely the bottleneck of our journey because only one person can go at a time and there were 44 people among the 4 groups doing day long hikes. Several girls in my group also provided a bottleneck. I couldn't tell if they were totally incompetent, or just frightened of everything.
The strangest part of the journey involved squirming through an ice cave, or wormhole. The ice in there is the beautiful bright blue usually associated with glaciers. It was also very slick and a little too close for comfort. It was an awesome experience, though. We almost made it to the top of the first ice fall (the 2 fastest groups did), which is further than they usually get. The views both down the glacier (to the ocean beyond) and up the glacier (to 2 other ice falls) were quite impressive.
Although I am a bit tired now and will probably be quite sore tomorrow, this trek was absolutely worthwhile. If I had time, I would visit the indoor ice climbing cave in town. I mean, how cool is that?
We arrived at the center are were equipped with over trousers, waterproof coats, hats, gloves, boots, and crampons. The crampons are sized to fit each size of rubber boots (which unfortunately weren't that comfortable). I didn't wind up wearing either the coat or pants, but it was nice to have them anyway. A bus takes us to the glacier field, and it is a 40 minute walk through a temperate rainforest and along a river bed to arrive at the glacier's base. At this point we put on our crampons, and divided into 4 groups.
The ascent onto the glacier is via a staircase with a guide rope. The guides are responsible for cutting steps with their ice axes in the steep parts, and it is not as easy as it looks. The first steps are large enough to walk up normally, but subsequent staircases were ascended or descended via the "Franz" in which you stand sideways and swing your free leg either in front or behind your standing leg and onto the next step. Once I got the hang of it, this was actually really fun.
Walking with crampons is also really fun (and it makes you feel cool). They're very useful for walking through all sorts of terrain up there, especially the loose ice. There were a number of crevasses which needed to be traversed via stairs and guide ropes. These crossings were definitely the bottleneck of our journey because only one person can go at a time and there were 44 people among the 4 groups doing day long hikes. Several girls in my group also provided a bottleneck. I couldn't tell if they were totally incompetent, or just frightened of everything.
The strangest part of the journey involved squirming through an ice cave, or wormhole. The ice in there is the beautiful bright blue usually associated with glaciers. It was also very slick and a little too close for comfort. It was an awesome experience, though. We almost made it to the top of the first ice fall (the 2 fastest groups did), which is further than they usually get. The views both down the glacier (to the ocean beyond) and up the glacier (to 2 other ice falls) were quite impressive.
Although I am a bit tired now and will probably be quite sore tomorrow, this trek was absolutely worthwhile. If I had time, I would visit the indoor ice climbing cave in town. I mean, how cool is that?
The No-Good Very Bad Day
I woke up early the next morning to the sound of pouring rain and knew the sailing trip was out. After an outing to the bathroom in the other building, I decided to go back to bed. After all, there are few things nicer than sleeping to the sound of raindrops on a tin roof. However, I slept too late and woke up cranky and disoriented. I got all my clothes together for a shower, only to discover that everyone on our bus had decided to leave a day early... and our bus driver had neglected to wake me.
One bus had already left and the other was waiting for me to get dressed and shove all my stuff in bags. I had not seen anything of Abel Tasman park, but couldn't stay because the next bus wasn't coming for another three days. Most of the people I had really connected with were staying, and I was really bummed because I couldn't.
Anyway, I wound up on a bus with only 6 other people, and 5 of them were a clique of Irish and British girls, plus one couple. I felt like I was on a bus with people I didn't really like going to a place I didn't really want to go. It seemed as though I was always at odds with the majority, such as wanting to listen to Christmas music in April. Who wants to listen to x-mas music in April? Anyway, we arrived in the metropolis of Barrytown, population 12, and I was looking forward to this day being over. Little did I know.
We were staying at the pub, which also doubles as a hotel, on a Saturday night. Happy hour was from 8-9. If you want cheap drinks after that, you have to get dressed up in one of the many garments they've collected from patrons and the thrift store over the years. All of the men were cross-dressing, and it was a bit frightening how into it they were. Gollum, one of the bus drivers, wore a red negligee and tights. I found a bright pink dressing gown and decided what the hell. It turned into a really fun night. Go figure.
The next morning we were up for a bone carving workshop. This is a form of traditional Maori art that has become ubiquitous in NZ, but it was really fun learning the process. Transforming a piece of cow tibia into a beautiful object in only a few hours does prove oddly satisfying. It also involves multiple power tools, a dremel, 4 grades of sandpaper, and buffer. While we were at the studio, a woman with the most incredible jade pendant I've ever seen came over to visit. Of course it turned out she was a jade (NZ greenstone) carver and I asked if we could visit her studio.
We didn't visit the studio, but she did bring some pieces to show us. I'm not a huge fan of greenstone, but she did have some nice pieces in her limited supply. By far the best was a large piece she had made for an exposition... and it was a good deal. I settled on a smaller piece, and wound up having to finish the stringing myself since everyone on the bus was waiting. I wound up being glad I hadn't waited to buy something until we reached Hokitika since most of the nice smaller greenstone places were closed on Sundays.
I'm writing this from the Franz Josef glacier, a 12 km long icefield on the southwest coast of the South Island. We're going on a glacier trek tomorrow, which should be a great experience (I get to wear crampons :) However, the hostel is a bit of backpacker hell and I won't be sorry to leave it behind.
One bus had already left and the other was waiting for me to get dressed and shove all my stuff in bags. I had not seen anything of Abel Tasman park, but couldn't stay because the next bus wasn't coming for another three days. Most of the people I had really connected with were staying, and I was really bummed because I couldn't.
Anyway, I wound up on a bus with only 6 other people, and 5 of them were a clique of Irish and British girls, plus one couple. I felt like I was on a bus with people I didn't really like going to a place I didn't really want to go. It seemed as though I was always at odds with the majority, such as wanting to listen to Christmas music in April. Who wants to listen to x-mas music in April? Anyway, we arrived in the metropolis of Barrytown, population 12, and I was looking forward to this day being over. Little did I know.
We were staying at the pub, which also doubles as a hotel, on a Saturday night. Happy hour was from 8-9. If you want cheap drinks after that, you have to get dressed up in one of the many garments they've collected from patrons and the thrift store over the years. All of the men were cross-dressing, and it was a bit frightening how into it they were. Gollum, one of the bus drivers, wore a red negligee and tights. I found a bright pink dressing gown and decided what the hell. It turned into a really fun night. Go figure.
The next morning we were up for a bone carving workshop. This is a form of traditional Maori art that has become ubiquitous in NZ, but it was really fun learning the process. Transforming a piece of cow tibia into a beautiful object in only a few hours does prove oddly satisfying. It also involves multiple power tools, a dremel, 4 grades of sandpaper, and buffer. While we were at the studio, a woman with the most incredible jade pendant I've ever seen came over to visit. Of course it turned out she was a jade (NZ greenstone) carver and I asked if we could visit her studio.
We didn't visit the studio, but she did bring some pieces to show us. I'm not a huge fan of greenstone, but she did have some nice pieces in her limited supply. By far the best was a large piece she had made for an exposition... and it was a good deal. I settled on a smaller piece, and wound up having to finish the stringing myself since everyone on the bus was waiting. I wound up being glad I hadn't waited to buy something until we reached Hokitika since most of the nice smaller greenstone places were closed on Sundays.
I'm writing this from the Franz Josef glacier, a 12 km long icefield on the southwest coast of the South Island. We're going on a glacier trek tomorrow, which should be a great experience (I get to wear crampons :) However, the hostel is a bit of backpacker hell and I won't be sorry to leave it behind.
The catch-up post
I've not managed to post for a few days and as a result my activities have piled up behind me. Here's what I hope will be a brief description of what I've been up to.
Leaving Kaikoura, we drove up the coast for about 20 minutes to the much larger Mt. Hope seal colony. Although we were a bit far away from our vantage point above them and along the road, seeing them was still a fantastic experience. Seals were lounging everywhere on the rocks which form this part of the rugged coastline. My favorite part, however, were the groups of juvenile seals (probably last year's batch of pups). They tended to chase each other through the waves or wrestle in small pools formed by depressions in the rock. Because there was at least one adult seal watching them, it seemed like she had drawn kiddy pool duty for that day!!
From Kaikoura we headed up to Picton to bring people to and from the ferry to the North Island and Wellington. The bus then headed through the Marlborough region, home to NZ's largest concentration of winemakers. We stopped at a vineyard for wine tasting... how did I wind up being the only person to buy any wine? Hmmm...
I had the time and so decided to stop for a day in Nelson, billed as the sunniest city on the South Island. It also happens to house a large arts and crafts community, so I knew this would be a dangerous place to stop!! I wound up getting off the bus with a nice Dutch girl named Maaike, and we found a small charming hostel called Accents on the Park. I didn't even care that I once again had a top bunk, since the beds proved to be so comfortable.
I spent the next afternoon on a wine and brewery tour of the Nelson region. There were only 11 of us in the shuttle, and our guide, Marion, was really a hoot. The best wine we tasted was a noble rot Riesling, a dessert wine made from grapes naturally infected with the botyrus fungus. It was exquisite, but also $50, so alas I didn't buy a bottle. The brewery at the end was also a great time. They have something like 20 different beers on tap, and we could sample as many as we wanted. I wound up taking home a 2 liter bottle of "Wobbly Boot", a very nice porter-style brew. You'll be happy to know that Worthington's also brewed the official beer used in Lord of the Rings. For pete's sake!!
I had until 3 pm the next day before being picked up by the bus, and used that time to go on an arts tour of the town. Such a bad idea... I loved everything. There are weavers, knitters, potters, felters, woodturners, leather artists, glass blowers, and jewelers. Did I mention the jewelers? On the plus side, I've pretty much done all of mom's birthday shopping for her. If pottery weren't so expensive to ship home, I would have had a field day.
I got on the bus and we arrived in the dark and rain to Abel Tasman National Park, a coastal enclave in the northwest corner of the south island. We were staying on a farm, and I had an adorable little 3 bed hut all to myself. I planned to do a combination hike and sail the next day, which would also involve seeing another seal colony.
Leaving Kaikoura, we drove up the coast for about 20 minutes to the much larger Mt. Hope seal colony. Although we were a bit far away from our vantage point above them and along the road, seeing them was still a fantastic experience. Seals were lounging everywhere on the rocks which form this part of the rugged coastline. My favorite part, however, were the groups of juvenile seals (probably last year's batch of pups). They tended to chase each other through the waves or wrestle in small pools formed by depressions in the rock. Because there was at least one adult seal watching them, it seemed like she had drawn kiddy pool duty for that day!!
From Kaikoura we headed up to Picton to bring people to and from the ferry to the North Island and Wellington. The bus then headed through the Marlborough region, home to NZ's largest concentration of winemakers. We stopped at a vineyard for wine tasting... how did I wind up being the only person to buy any wine? Hmmm...
I had the time and so decided to stop for a day in Nelson, billed as the sunniest city on the South Island. It also happens to house a large arts and crafts community, so I knew this would be a dangerous place to stop!! I wound up getting off the bus with a nice Dutch girl named Maaike, and we found a small charming hostel called Accents on the Park. I didn't even care that I once again had a top bunk, since the beds proved to be so comfortable.
I spent the next afternoon on a wine and brewery tour of the Nelson region. There were only 11 of us in the shuttle, and our guide, Marion, was really a hoot. The best wine we tasted was a noble rot Riesling, a dessert wine made from grapes naturally infected with the botyrus fungus. It was exquisite, but also $50, so alas I didn't buy a bottle. The brewery at the end was also a great time. They have something like 20 different beers on tap, and we could sample as many as we wanted. I wound up taking home a 2 liter bottle of "Wobbly Boot", a very nice porter-style brew. You'll be happy to know that Worthington's also brewed the official beer used in Lord of the Rings. For pete's sake!!
I had until 3 pm the next day before being picked up by the bus, and used that time to go on an arts tour of the town. Such a bad idea... I loved everything. There are weavers, knitters, potters, felters, woodturners, leather artists, glass blowers, and jewelers. Did I mention the jewelers? On the plus side, I've pretty much done all of mom's birthday shopping for her. If pottery weren't so expensive to ship home, I would have had a field day.
I got on the bus and we arrived in the dark and rain to Abel Tasman National Park, a coastal enclave in the northwest corner of the south island. We were staying on a farm, and I had an adorable little 3 bed hut all to myself. I planned to do a combination hike and sail the next day, which would also involve seeing another seal colony.
Thursday, April 26, 2007
Swimming with Dolphins
We drove from Christchurch to Kaikoura in the morning, arriving around noon. It was a beautiful drive along the coast, mirroring the route taken by the scenic TranzCoastal railway. I was a bit anxious during the ride, though, as we kept running late, eventually having to stop so that a person we had left behind could catch up. Despite my misapprehensions, however, we did arrive in time for the orientation for the dolphin swim.
Due to its unique geography, the coastal town of Kaikoura is home to an astonishing range of marine life, from Orcas to sperm whales to dusky dolphins. The dolphins swim wild in large pods and naturally travel up and down the coast each day. Because they are wild animals, they are basically consenting to have people swim with them. They could easily move away if they found their interactions with people threatening or uninteresting. In this vein, we were told, the dolphins are not there to entertain us. We are there to entertain the dolphins.
First we needed to suit up against the cold water (although at 16 deg C it was actually fairly tolerable). We were each given a 2 piece 5 mil wetsuit with booties, a hood, flippers, and a mask and snorkel. We put on the wet suits on land and wore them through the information session and bus ride to the boats, of which there were two. The ride out to find the dolphin pod was lovely (except for the fact I was on a boat, of course). The sun reflected off the turquoise sea and set off the surrounding mountain ranges.
After about 20 minutes, we spotted a large pod of dolphins swimming, jumping, and travelling together. The whistle blew and we all pushed ourselves off the back of the boat into the water. Despite the forewarning, getting into the water nearly took my breath away. It seemed difficult to breathe, and my hands, the only part of my body not protected from the water, immediately went numb. My initial thought was that this experience was not going to be the incredible ride I was anticipating.
Time and patience proved me wrong, of course. Both my lungs and body acclimated themselves to the water and breathing became much easier. I began to work on my dolphin entertainment skills: to attract a dolphin, you must behave like a dolphin. This involves keeping the arms by the sides and moving through dolphin kicks, diving down into the water to encourage dolphins to follow you, and best of all, making ridiculous noises through your snorkel. Imagine a group of about 20 people in wetsuits all dolphin kicking on the surface of the water while an utter cacophony of nonsense drifts up from their masks. No doubt the spectators on the boats found this utter hilarious. But it worked!!
Dolphins surged above us, below us, and all around us. They were frequently close enough to touch, although we were not allowed to. Their blowholes and any variations or blemishes on their smooth skin were immediately evident. The power of these sleek creatures is overwhelming. Frequently I would attract a dolphin's interest, and he or she would begin to swim in circles around me, as if daring me to keep up. Well who on earth can keep up with a dolphin in water, let alone me? I did my best, but the constant swimming in circles did make me feel quite queasy, despite the grandeur of the day and my carefully consumed anti-nausea medication. Ah well.
Once out of the water and in dry clothes, we were able to observe the dolphins from the comfort of our boat, and what a show they put on for us. The pod would surge all around the boat, frequently swimming under us and emerging at the other side. Dolphins cruised just at the water's surface, their dorsal fins evident in sharp relief against the smooth sea. The most energetic dolphins turned cartwheels and somersaults out of the water, sometimes 5 or 6 in a row.
Perhaps I am prone to anthropomorphize them, but dolphins truly seem to exhibit a joy and a lust for life. They are one of the animal species which seems most capable of having fun. They swam with us because they wanted to, not because they were under any obligation. And they leap for the joy of it; this behavior doesn't help them secure food or pass their genes on to the next generation.
I felt very privileged to have had this experience, even though it proved once again that I am a hopeless landlubber :)
Due to its unique geography, the coastal town of Kaikoura is home to an astonishing range of marine life, from Orcas to sperm whales to dusky dolphins. The dolphins swim wild in large pods and naturally travel up and down the coast each day. Because they are wild animals, they are basically consenting to have people swim with them. They could easily move away if they found their interactions with people threatening or uninteresting. In this vein, we were told, the dolphins are not there to entertain us. We are there to entertain the dolphins.
First we needed to suit up against the cold water (although at 16 deg C it was actually fairly tolerable). We were each given a 2 piece 5 mil wetsuit with booties, a hood, flippers, and a mask and snorkel. We put on the wet suits on land and wore them through the information session and bus ride to the boats, of which there were two. The ride out to find the dolphin pod was lovely (except for the fact I was on a boat, of course). The sun reflected off the turquoise sea and set off the surrounding mountain ranges.
After about 20 minutes, we spotted a large pod of dolphins swimming, jumping, and travelling together. The whistle blew and we all pushed ourselves off the back of the boat into the water. Despite the forewarning, getting into the water nearly took my breath away. It seemed difficult to breathe, and my hands, the only part of my body not protected from the water, immediately went numb. My initial thought was that this experience was not going to be the incredible ride I was anticipating.
Time and patience proved me wrong, of course. Both my lungs and body acclimated themselves to the water and breathing became much easier. I began to work on my dolphin entertainment skills: to attract a dolphin, you must behave like a dolphin. This involves keeping the arms by the sides and moving through dolphin kicks, diving down into the water to encourage dolphins to follow you, and best of all, making ridiculous noises through your snorkel. Imagine a group of about 20 people in wetsuits all dolphin kicking on the surface of the water while an utter cacophony of nonsense drifts up from their masks. No doubt the spectators on the boats found this utter hilarious. But it worked!!
Dolphins surged above us, below us, and all around us. They were frequently close enough to touch, although we were not allowed to. Their blowholes and any variations or blemishes on their smooth skin were immediately evident. The power of these sleek creatures is overwhelming. Frequently I would attract a dolphin's interest, and he or she would begin to swim in circles around me, as if daring me to keep up. Well who on earth can keep up with a dolphin in water, let alone me? I did my best, but the constant swimming in circles did make me feel quite queasy, despite the grandeur of the day and my carefully consumed anti-nausea medication. Ah well.
Once out of the water and in dry clothes, we were able to observe the dolphins from the comfort of our boat, and what a show they put on for us. The pod would surge all around the boat, frequently swimming under us and emerging at the other side. Dolphins cruised just at the water's surface, their dorsal fins evident in sharp relief against the smooth sea. The most energetic dolphins turned cartwheels and somersaults out of the water, sometimes 5 or 6 in a row.
Perhaps I am prone to anthropomorphize them, but dolphins truly seem to exhibit a joy and a lust for life. They are one of the animal species which seems most capable of having fun. They swam with us because they wanted to, not because they were under any obligation. And they leap for the joy of it; this behavior doesn't help them secure food or pass their genes on to the next generation.
I felt very privileged to have had this experience, even though it proved once again that I am a hopeless landlubber :)
Monday, April 23, 2007
Horse Trekking in Rangitata
Well, I am starting to satisfy my animal fix. I started off small at the Milford underwater observatory with black coral (which is an animal, BTW), giant mussels, sea cucumbers, starfish, and lots of fish. Occasionally these are pursued by a hunting bird, seal, or dolphin, but we were not lucky enough to see those. The next day I headed north to Rangitata, home of NZ's best white water rafting, and horse trekking in the Peel Forest.
We arrived at this wonderful wooden A-frame building heated by a wood-burning stove (there've been lots of these in NZ so far). I spent a very relaxing afternoon reading by the fire and drinking copious cups of tea. We were briefly joined by Sophie (aka Duck Face), an extremely well behaved black lab. She would not come inside the building, per her training, and could be trusted not to eat food until instructed to. I know so many dogs who could happily follow her example!!
The next morning I got picked up for my two hour horse trek. My mount was Craig, a 4 year old Standardbred track reject. He was saved from the abattoir due to his calm temperament--perfect for a trail horse. My guide was Patrick, a crusty old man who had spent his life around horses and used to fly with racing horses all over the world. Craig was a great horse, except for his tendency to want to munch grass while walking, and to walk too closely to objects on his left side, conveniently forgetting that my leg also needed room to pass!!
We walked along the road, through fields and forests, across streams, and even through some rocky and sandy beaches. When I first got on, I thought my butt would never last the two hours. After a while, however, you do find your seat and meld much better with both the saddle and the horse. This didn't prevent me from staggering a bit when I dismounted, but my land legs soon returned. I can't remember the last time I rode a horse, so this was a terrific re-introduction. Now I need to learn how to go faster than a walk!!
Tomorrow I'm heading to Kaikoura, further north on the East Coast, to swim with a pod of wild dolphins in the ocean. The water will be freezing, but hopefully our wetsuits will be adequate to the conditions. It should be awesome...
We arrived at this wonderful wooden A-frame building heated by a wood-burning stove (there've been lots of these in NZ so far). I spent a very relaxing afternoon reading by the fire and drinking copious cups of tea. We were briefly joined by Sophie (aka Duck Face), an extremely well behaved black lab. She would not come inside the building, per her training, and could be trusted not to eat food until instructed to. I know so many dogs who could happily follow her example!!
The next morning I got picked up for my two hour horse trek. My mount was Craig, a 4 year old Standardbred track reject. He was saved from the abattoir due to his calm temperament--perfect for a trail horse. My guide was Patrick, a crusty old man who had spent his life around horses and used to fly with racing horses all over the world. Craig was a great horse, except for his tendency to want to munch grass while walking, and to walk too closely to objects on his left side, conveniently forgetting that my leg also needed room to pass!!
We walked along the road, through fields and forests, across streams, and even through some rocky and sandy beaches. When I first got on, I thought my butt would never last the two hours. After a while, however, you do find your seat and meld much better with both the saddle and the horse. This didn't prevent me from staggering a bit when I dismounted, but my land legs soon returned. I can't remember the last time I rode a horse, so this was a terrific re-introduction. Now I need to learn how to go faster than a walk!!
Tomorrow I'm heading to Kaikoura, further north on the East Coast, to swim with a pod of wild dolphins in the ocean. The water will be freezing, but hopefully our wetsuits will be adequate to the conditions. It should be awesome...
Saturday, April 21, 2007
Milford Sound
It's really been a jam-packed 4 days, just wonderful. I got picked up this morning in Te Anau by a bus headed for Milford Sound, one of the most popular sights on the South Island (or in NZ, for that matter). Although as we learned on the cruise, Milford is technically a fjord, having been formed through glaciation. Sounds result from water erosion alone (FYI).
This was the "Kiwi Experience" bus, which has a bit of a reputation as a party bus. The driver certainly was a character, and except for the one guy wearing sunglasses at 9 am on a very cloudy day, the passengers seemed OK. The drive from the divide into Milford is amazing. For one thing, the white-out conditions were magically replaced by blue sky as we crossed over. The mountains keep coming closer and closer until you are forced to drive through one... and apparently the workers used 100 kg (220 lbs) of explosives for every 25 cm (~10 in) of progress creating this one lane tunnel. The road on the other side is a series of hairpin turns down to sea level and the Milford Sound.
The sound is actually not very big, but more than compensates with its grandeur. It is a deep, deep pool surrounded on all sides by mountains rising straight from the sea. They are at times bare, covered by tenacious, stunted trees clinging by what seems like sheer strength of will, or home to sheets of cascading water. The surface of the sound itself is quite calm, at times reflecting the mountains above it. Even though this is enormous tourist attraction, it is enough of the off season now that the sound didn't seem too overcrowded. Of course, we were sharing the boat with two busloads of Korean tourists. Watching them all shouting and constantly taking pictures of each other provided just great entertainment!!
We also visited the Milford underwater observatory, 9 meters down. The high levels of rainfall in the sound create a unique environment, with the saltwater covered by a layer of freshwater which then produces a filtering effect. Because of this, deep water animals can live much closer to the surface here then they normally would, and we get to see them!!
Then it was back on the bus for the long slog back to Queenstown. Between Te Anau and Queenstown, there is nothing except miles and miles of patchwork fields covered by herds of cows, sheep, and deer. This beautiful landscape is utterly devoid of people, except for those in the occasional farm buildings out on each station. The approach to Queenstown along the west side of Lake Wakitipu was also magnificent. The road curves high along the lake edge, affording great views of the peaks beyond the water. Add in a setting sun, and you get the idea.
I'm now going to take all my belongings out of the garbage bags where they have been living for the last four days and attempt to find room for them in my backpack. Wish me luck.
This was the "Kiwi Experience" bus, which has a bit of a reputation as a party bus. The driver certainly was a character, and except for the one guy wearing sunglasses at 9 am on a very cloudy day, the passengers seemed OK. The drive from the divide into Milford is amazing. For one thing, the white-out conditions were magically replaced by blue sky as we crossed over. The mountains keep coming closer and closer until you are forced to drive through one... and apparently the workers used 100 kg (220 lbs) of explosives for every 25 cm (~10 in) of progress creating this one lane tunnel. The road on the other side is a series of hairpin turns down to sea level and the Milford Sound.
The sound is actually not very big, but more than compensates with its grandeur. It is a deep, deep pool surrounded on all sides by mountains rising straight from the sea. They are at times bare, covered by tenacious, stunted trees clinging by what seems like sheer strength of will, or home to sheets of cascading water. The surface of the sound itself is quite calm, at times reflecting the mountains above it. Even though this is enormous tourist attraction, it is enough of the off season now that the sound didn't seem too overcrowded. Of course, we were sharing the boat with two busloads of Korean tourists. Watching them all shouting and constantly taking pictures of each other provided just great entertainment!!
We also visited the Milford underwater observatory, 9 meters down. The high levels of rainfall in the sound create a unique environment, with the saltwater covered by a layer of freshwater which then produces a filtering effect. Because of this, deep water animals can live much closer to the surface here then they normally would, and we get to see them!!
Then it was back on the bus for the long slog back to Queenstown. Between Te Anau and Queenstown, there is nothing except miles and miles of patchwork fields covered by herds of cows, sheep, and deer. This beautiful landscape is utterly devoid of people, except for those in the occasional farm buildings out on each station. The approach to Queenstown along the west side of Lake Wakitipu was also magnificent. The road curves high along the lake edge, affording great views of the peaks beyond the water. Add in a setting sun, and you get the idea.
I'm now going to take all my belongings out of the garbage bags where they have been living for the last four days and attempt to find room for them in my backpack. Wish me luck.
Thursday, April 19, 2007
Hiking the Routeburn Track
I'm in Te Anau after coming off the Routeburn Track this afternoon, and I am sore. I'm also craving pizza and beer, but that can be easily remedied. The hike was amazing. We had three days of clear weather (very unusual for the area), and I did not re-injure my ankle or freeze any appendages. It was, however, much more challenging than I anticipated 32 km spread over three days would be. Perhaps it was my sub-optimal pack, or the fact I seemed to be carrying too much weight (cheese, anyone?). More likely it was my asthma and less than optimal cardiovascular system. But I made it and I'm so glad I did.
The track starts at the head of a long glacial lake and climbs gradually through a forest dark with moss covered streams and strewn with boulders. Water is everywhere; often the track is wet with it, and there are innumerable stream crossings. The first few are on suspension bridges, which sway far more than you think they ought to!! At about noon, you reach the Routeburn Falls hut, which sits on a grassy plain along a stream surrounded by mountains. I wound up spending a very long lunch break chatting with two Americans from California and a hysterical trio of fellow hikers.
It's only 1:30 to the next hut, but that time is all uphill on an extremely rocky trail. Everyone who has ever hiked with me knows that I do not have the best balance on the trail, and I was especially concerned about my bad ankle given my hiking shoes do not provide ankle support. So I took my time (I think I was the last hiker to the hut), but I arrived safely at the Routeburn Falls Hut.
These DOC huts are really something else. From October through April, the huts are supplied by helicopter and provide a coal burning stove, gas burners, running water, flush toilets, and bunk beds. Talk about the lap of luxury!! OK, it was really cold in the bunkhouse, but otherwise the facilities are amazing. The warden, John, turned out to be a real character. He took us for a walk after dinner to look at NZ glowworms, and finally explained to me the location of the Southern Cross (yes, I am an idiot). This was one of the brightest, fullest skies I've ever seen, even if all the constellations are upside down!!
John has travellers who speak unusual languages write messages on a large banner which he then displays. On the one from Christmas, there were visitors speaking Tamil, Burmese, and Urdu, among others. It is astounding what a diverse range of people visit this little corner of NZ. I offered to write something in Swahili, which John didn't have and got very excited about. Then of course I couldn't remember any of the relevant words!! I wound up just writing "Karibuni ya Routeburn Falls. Walima ni safi kabisa" which means "Welcome to RF. The mountains are awesome." He made me a cup of tea for my efforts (I was writing this with a brush in green paint, which takes a while), and I got to chatting with him and Jeff and Jennifer, two Californians who were staying with him. Anyway, we wound up having a great time and I didn't go to bed until nearly 1 am.
Not only was it much warmer in the cabin than in the bunkhouse, but I got served breakfast in bed!! wow. It was a beautiful sunny morning and we all didn't want to leave the cabin's porch with its phenomenal view of the mountains. I finally headed off about 10 am, and said my goodbyes. This portion of the hike is all above the treeline, and I reached the Harris Saddle (highest point on the track) at about 12:30. Everyone I met said the trip up Conical Hill was a slog, but worth it. As I reached the top about 40 minutes later, after scrambling up rocks and between crevices, I thought that was an apt description. The views of the surrounding mountains were incredible, and I could even see the waves breaking on the shore of the Abel Tasman Sea in the distance.
The trip to the Mackenzie Hut, although mostly downhill, was surprisingly difficult. Much of the trail involved descending from one large, irregular rock to the next large, irregular rock. It was difficult on my knees, but more so on my ankles. I may have been the last person to arrive at Mackenzie Hut, but I made it. This one was much warmer due to the lower elevation on the far side. Dinner this time was better as well: Mac and Cheese with dehydrated onions and peas. Well, anything tastes better on the trail, really :)
The third day involved a lot of ridge walking, which I enjoyed. After the first rocky section, the trail smoothed out and I didn't have to concentrate so much on my footing. It was a shame to enter the trees again, because it felt a bit like walking in a big green tunnel, with occasional glimpses of the surrounding mountains. Once again numerous waterfalls cascaded down jumbled rocks into the river far below. I arrived at Howden Hut at noon, in time for lunch. I was getting a bit tired of my "tasty cheese" (their term for sharp cheddar) and pita at this point. There was only a short steep climb up to the key summit, and then a gradual downhill to the trail's end at the Divide. A shuttle picked me up at 3:15 for the trip to Te Anau.
What an amazing experience!!
The track starts at the head of a long glacial lake and climbs gradually through a forest dark with moss covered streams and strewn with boulders. Water is everywhere; often the track is wet with it, and there are innumerable stream crossings. The first few are on suspension bridges, which sway far more than you think they ought to!! At about noon, you reach the Routeburn Falls hut, which sits on a grassy plain along a stream surrounded by mountains. I wound up spending a very long lunch break chatting with two Americans from California and a hysterical trio of fellow hikers.
It's only 1:30 to the next hut, but that time is all uphill on an extremely rocky trail. Everyone who has ever hiked with me knows that I do not have the best balance on the trail, and I was especially concerned about my bad ankle given my hiking shoes do not provide ankle support. So I took my time (I think I was the last hiker to the hut), but I arrived safely at the Routeburn Falls Hut.
These DOC huts are really something else. From October through April, the huts are supplied by helicopter and provide a coal burning stove, gas burners, running water, flush toilets, and bunk beds. Talk about the lap of luxury!! OK, it was really cold in the bunkhouse, but otherwise the facilities are amazing. The warden, John, turned out to be a real character. He took us for a walk after dinner to look at NZ glowworms, and finally explained to me the location of the Southern Cross (yes, I am an idiot). This was one of the brightest, fullest skies I've ever seen, even if all the constellations are upside down!!
John has travellers who speak unusual languages write messages on a large banner which he then displays. On the one from Christmas, there were visitors speaking Tamil, Burmese, and Urdu, among others. It is astounding what a diverse range of people visit this little corner of NZ. I offered to write something in Swahili, which John didn't have and got very excited about. Then of course I couldn't remember any of the relevant words!! I wound up just writing "Karibuni ya Routeburn Falls. Walima ni safi kabisa" which means "Welcome to RF. The mountains are awesome." He made me a cup of tea for my efforts (I was writing this with a brush in green paint, which takes a while), and I got to chatting with him and Jeff and Jennifer, two Californians who were staying with him. Anyway, we wound up having a great time and I didn't go to bed until nearly 1 am.
Not only was it much warmer in the cabin than in the bunkhouse, but I got served breakfast in bed!! wow. It was a beautiful sunny morning and we all didn't want to leave the cabin's porch with its phenomenal view of the mountains. I finally headed off about 10 am, and said my goodbyes. This portion of the hike is all above the treeline, and I reached the Harris Saddle (highest point on the track) at about 12:30. Everyone I met said the trip up Conical Hill was a slog, but worth it. As I reached the top about 40 minutes later, after scrambling up rocks and between crevices, I thought that was an apt description. The views of the surrounding mountains were incredible, and I could even see the waves breaking on the shore of the Abel Tasman Sea in the distance.
The trip to the Mackenzie Hut, although mostly downhill, was surprisingly difficult. Much of the trail involved descending from one large, irregular rock to the next large, irregular rock. It was difficult on my knees, but more so on my ankles. I may have been the last person to arrive at Mackenzie Hut, but I made it. This one was much warmer due to the lower elevation on the far side. Dinner this time was better as well: Mac and Cheese with dehydrated onions and peas. Well, anything tastes better on the trail, really :)
The third day involved a lot of ridge walking, which I enjoyed. After the first rocky section, the trail smoothed out and I didn't have to concentrate so much on my footing. It was a shame to enter the trees again, because it felt a bit like walking in a big green tunnel, with occasional glimpses of the surrounding mountains. Once again numerous waterfalls cascaded down jumbled rocks into the river far below. I arrived at Howden Hut at noon, in time for lunch. I was getting a bit tired of my "tasty cheese" (their term for sharp cheddar) and pita at this point. There was only a short steep climb up to the key summit, and then a gradual downhill to the trail's end at the Divide. A shuttle picked me up at 3:15 for the trip to Te Anau.
What an amazing experience!!
Sunday, April 15, 2007
SHEEP (and other creatures)
I spent a largely uneventful last day in Chch, visiting the Gondola in the morning. The expected fantastic views over Littleton Harbor didn't really materialize, although the journey up and down was still nice. I saw my first 100% NZ sheep dotting the landscape under the lift on the way up. The rest of the day I spent wandering around before again visiting Dux de Lux for dinner. The seafood chowder wasn't the best choice, but they definitely redeemed themselves with dessert (something called Buffoni pie, which is basically a banana creme pie, but so much better).
I was up quite early this morning to catch the bus to Queenstown, the "adventure capital" of the South Island. Actually, I was up much earlier due to the loud disruptive snoring coming from the bed across the room. I think they should have separate dorm rooms for snorers so they can keep each other up and see how it feels :)
The bus ride was actually quite nice. The bus driver was quiet and polite, and we didn't make any unnecessary stops: one bathroom break and another for lunch. I did sleep for a couple hours in the beginning, but awoke to see plains of grass backed by the snow-covered peaks of the Southern Alps, which form the backbone of the South Island. These plains were dotted with what looked like rocks, but soon turned out to be sheep, thousands of sheep. I have heard that NZ boasts ten times more sheep than people (40 million of them, sheep that is) but it is quite another thing to see them with your own eyes. The landscape was also dotted with horses, cows (both dairy and beef), alpacas, and what look like deer. I need to ask about them.
We also passed lake Tekapo and Pukaki, both of which are truly stunning. They remind me a great deal of Lake Louise in the Canadian Rockies, since all these lakes were formed by the same process: glacial melt. The striking blue-green water is framed by mountain peaks on all sides, and the road winds around giving you uninterrupted views across the water. The unique turquoise color of the water is again due to rock flour, particles of finely ground silt from the mountains suspended in the water.
I've arrived in Queenstown, which is quite a happening place. I was able to arrange everything for my hike of the Routeburn track at the tracks and info office. It'll be a three day hike, starting Wednesday. At the end on Friday, I'll catch the bus to Te Anau and then go on Saturday for a cruise on Milford Sound and then back to Queenstown. I'm so happy at how easy it was to coordinate all the logistics. But then again, many people hike the Routeburn each year.
I was up quite early this morning to catch the bus to Queenstown, the "adventure capital" of the South Island. Actually, I was up much earlier due to the loud disruptive snoring coming from the bed across the room. I think they should have separate dorm rooms for snorers so they can keep each other up and see how it feels :)
The bus ride was actually quite nice. The bus driver was quiet and polite, and we didn't make any unnecessary stops: one bathroom break and another for lunch. I did sleep for a couple hours in the beginning, but awoke to see plains of grass backed by the snow-covered peaks of the Southern Alps, which form the backbone of the South Island. These plains were dotted with what looked like rocks, but soon turned out to be sheep, thousands of sheep. I have heard that NZ boasts ten times more sheep than people (40 million of them, sheep that is) but it is quite another thing to see them with your own eyes. The landscape was also dotted with horses, cows (both dairy and beef), alpacas, and what look like deer. I need to ask about them.
We also passed lake Tekapo and Pukaki, both of which are truly stunning. They remind me a great deal of Lake Louise in the Canadian Rockies, since all these lakes were formed by the same process: glacial melt. The striking blue-green water is framed by mountain peaks on all sides, and the road winds around giving you uninterrupted views across the water. The unique turquoise color of the water is again due to rock flour, particles of finely ground silt from the mountains suspended in the water.
I've arrived in Queenstown, which is quite a happening place. I was able to arrange everything for my hike of the Routeburn track at the tracks and info office. It'll be a three day hike, starting Wednesday. At the end on Friday, I'll catch the bus to Te Anau and then go on Saturday for a cruise on Milford Sound and then back to Queenstown. I'm so happy at how easy it was to coordinate all the logistics. But then again, many people hike the Routeburn each year.
Friday, April 13, 2007
Arts and Crafts
Christchurch (hereby to be abbreviated as Chch, per the locals) is definitely looking up. Of course, this did involve a change in the weather and the purchase of wool items to cover just about every part of my body. I could be a walking advertisement for the NZ wool industry at this point, but I'm warm so I really don't care.
Chch started looking up yesterday when I discovered a truly awesome NZ brand of merino outdoor wear, called Icebreaker, on sale at a local outdoor store. I had first seen it in Australia, and resolved to check it out when I actually got to NZ. I am now the proud owner of a purple zip-neck sweater, complete with thumb loops (which in my opinion make the whole thing). I also went to the most excellent restaurant for dinner, called Dux de Lux (thanks, Dan). As far as I'm concerned, it's pretty much the perfect place. They only serve vegetarian items and seafood, brew their own beer, and offer live music on-site. Really, what more could you want?
I was actually warm while sleeping last night, and woke up to discover that the weather had changed. The fierce wind and overcast skies had been replaced by bright sun and blue sky. It's still not Australia, but it feels quite pleasant in the sun. I ate breakfast with two locals who gave me tons of travel tips, and then headed to the Arts Center.
If Dux de Lux is the perfect restaurant, then the Arts Center is the perfect shopping venue. The city has converted an old brick and stone college building into artists' studios, galleries, cafes, and an exhibit on Ernst Rutherford, NZ's most famous scientist. On the weekends additional crafts vendors set up booths outside. Let's just say that I did my best to support the local economy. I even bought a small piece of pottery (it was a cat, I couldn't resist), which I will now have to try not to break for the next month.
I also discovered the joys of merino possum, a fiber combining merino wool with possum fur. Unfortunately, you have to kill the possums to make it. However, I do understand that the possum is an introduced species which has no natural predators in NZ and is killing native wildlife and consuming their food sources. New Zealanders hate them more than anything, and have developed this industry as a profitable way to use the possum. I just want to know what happens to all the meat (dog food?).
I now own a hat and scarf made from this wonder fiber. I also own the most excellent pair of convertable gloves/mittens, purchased from the local weaving/spinning co-op. Since my fingers are cold and I'm not yet good enough to make these on my own, I don't feel bad about buying a pair knit by someone else.
Lunch was also unique, purchased from a food truck on-site. This one was Czech and offered big potato pancakes topped with various things. I got mine with cheese and salad, and it was like eating a huge potato latke, with some veggies on top for fun.
I managed to happily spend all day at the Arts Center, with some sun breaks in the courtyard to listen to local music. I ended the day with a quick trip to the Christchurch art gallery to check out their exhibit on contemporary Maori weaving. Many of the items were interpretations of ceremonial capes, woven out of flax and other plant fibers and lavishly decorated with paua shell, bird feathers, and other natural items. The baskets were also quite interesting, ranging from functional to purely decorative.
It's been quite a day. The locals at breakfast assured me that tomorrow would be clear (and I'm holding them to it), which invites a trip up the gondola to a lookout point above the city.
Chch started looking up yesterday when I discovered a truly awesome NZ brand of merino outdoor wear, called Icebreaker, on sale at a local outdoor store. I had first seen it in Australia, and resolved to check it out when I actually got to NZ. I am now the proud owner of a purple zip-neck sweater, complete with thumb loops (which in my opinion make the whole thing). I also went to the most excellent restaurant for dinner, called Dux de Lux (thanks, Dan). As far as I'm concerned, it's pretty much the perfect place. They only serve vegetarian items and seafood, brew their own beer, and offer live music on-site. Really, what more could you want?
I was actually warm while sleeping last night, and woke up to discover that the weather had changed. The fierce wind and overcast skies had been replaced by bright sun and blue sky. It's still not Australia, but it feels quite pleasant in the sun. I ate breakfast with two locals who gave me tons of travel tips, and then headed to the Arts Center.
If Dux de Lux is the perfect restaurant, then the Arts Center is the perfect shopping venue. The city has converted an old brick and stone college building into artists' studios, galleries, cafes, and an exhibit on Ernst Rutherford, NZ's most famous scientist. On the weekends additional crafts vendors set up booths outside. Let's just say that I did my best to support the local economy. I even bought a small piece of pottery (it was a cat, I couldn't resist), which I will now have to try not to break for the next month.
I also discovered the joys of merino possum, a fiber combining merino wool with possum fur. Unfortunately, you have to kill the possums to make it. However, I do understand that the possum is an introduced species which has no natural predators in NZ and is killing native wildlife and consuming their food sources. New Zealanders hate them more than anything, and have developed this industry as a profitable way to use the possum. I just want to know what happens to all the meat (dog food?).
I now own a hat and scarf made from this wonder fiber. I also own the most excellent pair of convertable gloves/mittens, purchased from the local weaving/spinning co-op. Since my fingers are cold and I'm not yet good enough to make these on my own, I don't feel bad about buying a pair knit by someone else.
Lunch was also unique, purchased from a food truck on-site. This one was Czech and offered big potato pancakes topped with various things. I got mine with cheese and salad, and it was like eating a huge potato latke, with some veggies on top for fun.
I managed to happily spend all day at the Arts Center, with some sun breaks in the courtyard to listen to local music. I ended the day with a quick trip to the Christchurch art gallery to check out their exhibit on contemporary Maori weaving. Many of the items were interpretations of ceremonial capes, woven out of flax and other plant fibers and lavishly decorated with paua shell, bird feathers, and other natural items. The baskets were also quite interesting, ranging from functional to purely decorative.
It's been quite a day. The locals at breakfast assured me that tomorrow would be clear (and I'm holding them to it), which invites a trip up the gondola to a lookout point above the city.
Thursday, April 12, 2007
The $200 Apple Incident
The bus from Hervey Bay to Brisbane was nice and uneventful. This bus driver treated everyone like adults and as a result we had a smooth, pleasant ride :) Tinbilly's, the hostel I had booked in Brisbane, was right across from the transit center and so I was able to drop my stuff and go exploring. To be honest, the only thing I really did was to visit an outdoor store to buy long underwear for my trek in NZ. Or if it's really that cold, I might just wear it all the time :)
Thursday I took the convenient airport link train from the transit center to the airport for my flight to Sydney. I was astonished to learn that there is no free transport between the domestic and international terminals and I was required to pay $4.70 to get there on the subway. Is there another airport in the world with this set-up? I arrived at the international terminal, only to wait more than an hour to check my luggage. Virgin Blue (or Pacific Blue) really is something. They do not offer complementary drinks (all items, including coke are for sale) or blankets/pillows on any of their flights, including this international one. They make Southwest look downright luxurious by comparison.
The real problems began when I went through the NZ Biosecurity checkpoint. I had declared food (one jar each of nutella and peanut butter) and stated that I had been hiking in the last 30 days. They checked out my boots... no problem, unlike when I had arrived in Australia. NZ doesn't take your word for it, however, they put all your luggage through an x-ray machine to ensure you're telling the truth. Apparently I had a small apple from the Fraser Island in the bottom of my bag; I had completely forgotten it was there. If I had declared this innocuous piece of fruit, they would simply have confiscated it. But because I had not, even though I was not deliberately trying to bring contraband into the country, they charged me a fine of NZ$200 right then and there. And this was for an unintentional offense. Am I the only one who finds this a tad bit unfair? If I was a NZ citizen who knew the rules, that would be one thing. But I truly forgot about the damn apple. A slap on the wrist, in my opinion, would be a lot more appropriate.
To top it all off, the Uni games are being held in Christchurch this weekend and beds are in short supply. I had to call almost every hostel listed at the airport before snagging the last bed at Coker's. This turned out to be not so lucky after all, since my thin blanket did little to insulate me from the cold window adjacent to my bed; I spent a very sleepless night.
Did I mention it's cold in Christchurch right now? Really cold? I am grateful for the hooded sweatshirt I purchased last minute at the Sydney airport; it's currently my warmest item of clothing. But things are looking up: I've moved into a more centrally located YHA, and am about to go exploring. Now if I can just put the apple incident behind me :)
Thursday I took the convenient airport link train from the transit center to the airport for my flight to Sydney. I was astonished to learn that there is no free transport between the domestic and international terminals and I was required to pay $4.70 to get there on the subway. Is there another airport in the world with this set-up? I arrived at the international terminal, only to wait more than an hour to check my luggage. Virgin Blue (or Pacific Blue) really is something. They do not offer complementary drinks (all items, including coke are for sale) or blankets/pillows on any of their flights, including this international one. They make Southwest look downright luxurious by comparison.
The real problems began when I went through the NZ Biosecurity checkpoint. I had declared food (one jar each of nutella and peanut butter) and stated that I had been hiking in the last 30 days. They checked out my boots... no problem, unlike when I had arrived in Australia. NZ doesn't take your word for it, however, they put all your luggage through an x-ray machine to ensure you're telling the truth. Apparently I had a small apple from the Fraser Island in the bottom of my bag; I had completely forgotten it was there. If I had declared this innocuous piece of fruit, they would simply have confiscated it. But because I had not, even though I was not deliberately trying to bring contraband into the country, they charged me a fine of NZ$200 right then and there. And this was for an unintentional offense. Am I the only one who finds this a tad bit unfair? If I was a NZ citizen who knew the rules, that would be one thing. But I truly forgot about the damn apple. A slap on the wrist, in my opinion, would be a lot more appropriate.
To top it all off, the Uni games are being held in Christchurch this weekend and beds are in short supply. I had to call almost every hostel listed at the airport before snagging the last bed at Coker's. This turned out to be not so lucky after all, since my thin blanket did little to insulate me from the cold window adjacent to my bed; I spent a very sleepless night.
Did I mention it's cold in Christchurch right now? Really cold? I am grateful for the hooded sweatshirt I purchased last minute at the Sydney airport; it's currently my warmest item of clothing. But things are looking up: I've moved into a more centrally located YHA, and am about to go exploring. Now if I can just put the apple incident behind me :)
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
Fraser Island
After Uncle Brian's Tour, I packed myself up and left Cairns the next morning on the 7 am bus, which I almost missed because my idiot cab driver told me to wait in the wrong place. That incident set the tone for much of the following 24 hour ride; Greyhound bus drivers think their passengers are the most idiotic people on Earth. I really don't enjoy being treated like a 5 year old, least of all by a public bus driver. I can read the signs; I know that seat belts are required and no eating and drinking are permitted on the bus. I suppose telling us not to put our feet on the seats or across the aisles makes them feel good, as does threatening to thrown anyone off the bus who dares venture into the back area. But is it really necessary to repeat this information every half hour? This barrage continued with the second bus driver. The overnight bus driver was my favorite; he just shut up and drove the damn bus.
I arrived, bright and chipper, in Hervey Bay the next morning at 6:20 am, ready for the ferry to Fraser Island. This Island is the largest sand island in the world (it contains more sand than the Sahara) and was designated a UNESCO world heritage site in 1992. The island is criss-crossed by single lane tracks in the sand, only accessible via 4x4. Many backpackers see Fraser island on a self-guided tour, but I was not about to entrust my livelihood to some random person with little to no 4x4 experience, especially on sand. So I took a tour.
Somehow I was expecting miles and miles of uninterrupted sand, but the center of Fraser is filled with trees and other vegetation. In fact, the roads we drove on were old logging roads created in the 1890's with the start of the timber industry on Fraser. There are many different types of eucalypts, ferns, vines, shrubs, etc. There is even a plant whose fruit contains 3x the lethal dose of cyanide in each of its segments. The Aborigines apparently solved this by leaching the fruit in water (to dissolve the cyanide and convert it to HCN), and then cooking it, to convert the HCN into gas which would then dissipate. Apparently this process is only partially successful, which accounts for high levels of Alzheimer's and Parkinson's like symptoms in people who've eaten the fruit for years.
These are the types of stories our guide Dave revelled in telling us. The first day he got off onto so many pharmacological tangents I wanted to kill him. Well, and because he also laughs at his own jokes. I mean, while it's very interesting that dangerous criminals contain much lower levels than normal of Monoamine oxidase, an inhibitory neurotransmitter, it's not really appropriate information for a tour of Fraser Island!! We discovered on the second day that it is possible to keep Dave on track by asking him very specific questions. Thank goodness.
The highlights of Fraser Island are its many freshwater lakes, created when depressions occur in sand that is totally saturated with water. A type of rock called coffee rock forms the floor of the lakes and prevents the water from seeping back out if the water table in the sand were to fall. The high water table has also created numerous freshwater creeks, the largest of which, Eli Creek, can be ridden down in an inner tube. Unfortunately, it was very wet for 2 of the three days we were there, which made swimming an afterthought. I got so drenched walking to Lake Mirabee, though, that I decided I might as well just go for a swim. I was just in time for the antics of about 6 American frat boys, who decided that it would be really fun to get naked and roll down the sand slope into the lake below. Did I mention how proud I am of my country?
Actually, I had lots of fun. The sand, ocean, and freshwater lakes are just gorgeous, and it certainly was an adventure driving across bumpy sand tracks in a large bus built on a truck base. I met a very nice Belgian girl named Masha with whom I hung out for most of the trip, and none of my trip mates were drunken goons. And we saw a Dingo (wild Australian dog). All and all, not a bad trip.
I arrived, bright and chipper, in Hervey Bay the next morning at 6:20 am, ready for the ferry to Fraser Island. This Island is the largest sand island in the world (it contains more sand than the Sahara) and was designated a UNESCO world heritage site in 1992. The island is criss-crossed by single lane tracks in the sand, only accessible via 4x4. Many backpackers see Fraser island on a self-guided tour, but I was not about to entrust my livelihood to some random person with little to no 4x4 experience, especially on sand. So I took a tour.
Somehow I was expecting miles and miles of uninterrupted sand, but the center of Fraser is filled with trees and other vegetation. In fact, the roads we drove on were old logging roads created in the 1890's with the start of the timber industry on Fraser. There are many different types of eucalypts, ferns, vines, shrubs, etc. There is even a plant whose fruit contains 3x the lethal dose of cyanide in each of its segments. The Aborigines apparently solved this by leaching the fruit in water (to dissolve the cyanide and convert it to HCN), and then cooking it, to convert the HCN into gas which would then dissipate. Apparently this process is only partially successful, which accounts for high levels of Alzheimer's and Parkinson's like symptoms in people who've eaten the fruit for years.
These are the types of stories our guide Dave revelled in telling us. The first day he got off onto so many pharmacological tangents I wanted to kill him. Well, and because he also laughs at his own jokes. I mean, while it's very interesting that dangerous criminals contain much lower levels than normal of Monoamine oxidase, an inhibitory neurotransmitter, it's not really appropriate information for a tour of Fraser Island!! We discovered on the second day that it is possible to keep Dave on track by asking him very specific questions. Thank goodness.
The highlights of Fraser Island are its many freshwater lakes, created when depressions occur in sand that is totally saturated with water. A type of rock called coffee rock forms the floor of the lakes and prevents the water from seeping back out if the water table in the sand were to fall. The high water table has also created numerous freshwater creeks, the largest of which, Eli Creek, can be ridden down in an inner tube. Unfortunately, it was very wet for 2 of the three days we were there, which made swimming an afterthought. I got so drenched walking to Lake Mirabee, though, that I decided I might as well just go for a swim. I was just in time for the antics of about 6 American frat boys, who decided that it would be really fun to get naked and roll down the sand slope into the lake below. Did I mention how proud I am of my country?
Actually, I had lots of fun. The sand, ocean, and freshwater lakes are just gorgeous, and it certainly was an adventure driving across bumpy sand tracks in a large bus built on a truck base. I met a very nice Belgian girl named Masha with whom I hung out for most of the trip, and none of my trip mates were drunken goons. And we saw a Dingo (wild Australian dog). All and all, not a bad trip.
Uncle Brian's Tour
It's a shame that so much time has passed between this journal entry and the tour, because I'm sure there are tons of funny anecdotes I no longer remember. But alas, that's how it goes sometimes. My last day in Cairns, I decided to go on a tour of the Atherton Tablelands, highly recommended by Karenza, the FINA volunteer I had met in Melbourne.
Uncle Brian's Tour is a tour (obviously), but it is as much about silliness as it is about the scenery. Since Uncle Brian had a newborn at home, we were guided by "Cousin Paul," aboard "Gus the Bus". Gus has emotions and feelings of his own; for example he was very upset when we didn't encounter his "girlfriend" Volveena (a Volvo milk truck) at her usual spot on the tour. He expressed this by almost stalling and letting his windshield sprayers go on full blast.
The tour is billed as "Fun, Falls, and Forest", and I think that's pretty accurate. We went swimming in 4 different places over the day, each with a different unique geological feature. The first was in a temperate rainforest and involved floating down some very small rapids. Next we went to Jospephine Falls, which actually consists of three waterfalls, all running into each other. This one sports a natural rockslide which is tons of fun to go down, provided you can get to the top of it without slipping on the very slick algae covered rocks. I needed a push from the person behind me more than once. I went down feet first, head first, backwards, and spinning. Except for the water up my nose, it was tons of fun.
Easily the most impressive waterfall on the tour is Milla Milla (the Aboriginal name meaning lots of water), a single waterfall cascading past fern covered rocks into a large pool. It has apparently been featured in a Qantas commercial, and a very cheesy shampoo ad from the '80s which involved women throwing back their wet hair to create arcs of water droplets as they posed in front of the falls. Many in the group felt the need to re-create this ad; I didn't. I did, however, go behind the falls and swim through it; the force of the water as you pass through is impressive.
The final swim of the day was in a huge lake in a volcanic caldera. Unlike the others, this one was actually quite warm. There were also turtles to watch as they stuck just their noses out of the water to breathe. Turtle locomotion is very specific; they move opposing limbs together in a precise rhythm. The animal highlight of the day, however, was definitely seeing a platypus swimming in the river. Unfortunately he didn't stick around long (I'm sure the noise of everyone pulling out their cameras scared him off), but I have now seen a monotreme in the wild, which is a great thing.
The ride home consisted of more silliness, mostly sing-alongs. Lots of '60's Motown and some musicals. But no John Denver, even after I made a special effort to remember the words to Country Roads and Leaving on a Jet Plane. Ah well.
Uncle Brian's Tour is a tour (obviously), but it is as much about silliness as it is about the scenery. Since Uncle Brian had a newborn at home, we were guided by "Cousin Paul," aboard "Gus the Bus". Gus has emotions and feelings of his own; for example he was very upset when we didn't encounter his "girlfriend" Volveena (a Volvo milk truck) at her usual spot on the tour. He expressed this by almost stalling and letting his windshield sprayers go on full blast.
The tour is billed as "Fun, Falls, and Forest", and I think that's pretty accurate. We went swimming in 4 different places over the day, each with a different unique geological feature. The first was in a temperate rainforest and involved floating down some very small rapids. Next we went to Jospephine Falls, which actually consists of three waterfalls, all running into each other. This one sports a natural rockslide which is tons of fun to go down, provided you can get to the top of it without slipping on the very slick algae covered rocks. I needed a push from the person behind me more than once. I went down feet first, head first, backwards, and spinning. Except for the water up my nose, it was tons of fun.
Easily the most impressive waterfall on the tour is Milla Milla (the Aboriginal name meaning lots of water), a single waterfall cascading past fern covered rocks into a large pool. It has apparently been featured in a Qantas commercial, and a very cheesy shampoo ad from the '80s which involved women throwing back their wet hair to create arcs of water droplets as they posed in front of the falls. Many in the group felt the need to re-create this ad; I didn't. I did, however, go behind the falls and swim through it; the force of the water as you pass through is impressive.
The final swim of the day was in a huge lake in a volcanic caldera. Unlike the others, this one was actually quite warm. There were also turtles to watch as they stuck just their noses out of the water to breathe. Turtle locomotion is very specific; they move opposing limbs together in a precise rhythm. The animal highlight of the day, however, was definitely seeing a platypus swimming in the river. Unfortunately he didn't stick around long (I'm sure the noise of everyone pulling out their cameras scared him off), but I have now seen a monotreme in the wild, which is a great thing.
The ride home consisted of more silliness, mostly sing-alongs. Lots of '60's Motown and some musicals. But no John Denver, even after I made a special effort to remember the words to Country Roads and Leaving on a Jet Plane. Ah well.
Thursday, April 5, 2007
Great Barrier Reef
My planned trip to the reef hit a huge snag before I even got on the boat; at around 7 pm the night before, the tour I was on to say that they had to cancel because the boat didn't work. Of all the things!!! So that left me scrambling at the last minute to find an overnight trip I could take instead. I wound up on one called ReefQuest, which really wasn't bad, except that I would have preferred many fewer people.
My big accomplishment is spending two days on a boat and not throwing up (not much of an accomplishment, I know), although I was feeling a little queasy on the return trip. They made us wear wetsuits to get in the water, even though the temperature was pleasantly warm. I guess it's for buoyancy, but man are those things uncomfortable. The second day I wore a stinger suit (a thin suit with long arms and legs). It made me look like a demented speed skater, but it was much more pleasant to wear.
I went snorkeling four times over the course of the trip. What really disappointed me was how washed out and dead much of the coral was in this area. I don't know if it's from people diving or other environmental factors, but it's very sad. We even got up to do a trip at 6:30 am the second morning, just as the sun was starting to come up. My favorite snorkel was the last one of the trip. I don't know whether I had finally gotten the hang of it, or was just in a better area, but there were fish everywhere. I saw a white tipped reef shark, giant clams, anemone fish (like Nemo), schools of little tiny fish, lots of very colorful parrotfish, angelfish, and surgeonfish. The waves and currents were quite strong, so you had to fight to stay in your desired position. Other than that, the trip was amazing.
The boat we spent the night on is very nice, with spacious cabins (no bunk beds), real showers, and several nice common areas. I still would have preferred to be on my little 12 person boat, but I can't complain too much about this one. There were a number of people on board doing either their PADI open water certification, or taking an advanced dive course. I have to admit I was a bit jealous. Someday I will, I keep telling myself :)
It was nice just to hang out on the deck of the boat, feel the breeze and the sun on my face, and look at the ocean. I read an entire 400 page book on the trip, so obviously it was very relaxing. tomorrow I'm off to explore the Atherton tablelands. See you soon.
My big accomplishment is spending two days on a boat and not throwing up (not much of an accomplishment, I know), although I was feeling a little queasy on the return trip. They made us wear wetsuits to get in the water, even though the temperature was pleasantly warm. I guess it's for buoyancy, but man are those things uncomfortable. The second day I wore a stinger suit (a thin suit with long arms and legs). It made me look like a demented speed skater, but it was much more pleasant to wear.
I went snorkeling four times over the course of the trip. What really disappointed me was how washed out and dead much of the coral was in this area. I don't know if it's from people diving or other environmental factors, but it's very sad. We even got up to do a trip at 6:30 am the second morning, just as the sun was starting to come up. My favorite snorkel was the last one of the trip. I don't know whether I had finally gotten the hang of it, or was just in a better area, but there were fish everywhere. I saw a white tipped reef shark, giant clams, anemone fish (like Nemo), schools of little tiny fish, lots of very colorful parrotfish, angelfish, and surgeonfish. The waves and currents were quite strong, so you had to fight to stay in your desired position. Other than that, the trip was amazing.
The boat we spent the night on is very nice, with spacious cabins (no bunk beds), real showers, and several nice common areas. I still would have preferred to be on my little 12 person boat, but I can't complain too much about this one. There were a number of people on board doing either their PADI open water certification, or taking an advanced dive course. I have to admit I was a bit jealous. Someday I will, I keep telling myself :)
It was nice just to hang out on the deck of the boat, feel the breeze and the sun on my face, and look at the ocean. I read an entire 400 page book on the trip, so obviously it was very relaxing. tomorrow I'm off to explore the Atherton tablelands. See you soon.
Monday, April 2, 2007
If you want your pillow, don't sit in the exit row
Late yesterday evening I flew from Melbourne to Cairns, on the northern eastern Australian coast. It's the departure point for most Great Barrier Reef trips; I'm taking mine tomorrow and Thursday. This was also my first experience with domestic Australian airlines, a shoot-off of Virgin Atlantic named Virgin Blue.
At check-in, the attendant asked me if I wanted to be seated in the exit row. Well, duh, of course I did. However, Australian flight attendants are militant about their exit rows. Not only can you not have anything under the seat in front of you for the entire flight, you cannot even have a pillow and blanket during take-off and landing. They make you store them in the overhead bin or threaten to relocate you (Cailin, you can relate to this, I'm sure).
I have been on a lot of plane flights in my life now, and I have NEVER encountered any regulations like this. I was told that the blanket could interfere with departure from the emergency exit. If we have to leave via the emergency exit, I'm thinking my blanket is going to be the very least of anyone's worries.
What really pissed me off, though, was the attendant's assertion that stringent rules such as this account for Australian airlines' "excellent safety record." Now there's a beautiful example of someone messing up correlation and causation. No, I think Australia has an excellent safety record because 1) until recently they only had one major carrier, Qantas 2) the weather is excellent and they don't have to deal with snow and ice on their planes and runways, and 3) the overall volume of flights in Australia is quite low, compared with the US and Europe. I don't think my not being allowed to have a blanket in the exit row has a damn thing to do with it.
At check-in, the attendant asked me if I wanted to be seated in the exit row. Well, duh, of course I did. However, Australian flight attendants are militant about their exit rows. Not only can you not have anything under the seat in front of you for the entire flight, you cannot even have a pillow and blanket during take-off and landing. They make you store them in the overhead bin or threaten to relocate you (Cailin, you can relate to this, I'm sure).
I have been on a lot of plane flights in my life now, and I have NEVER encountered any regulations like this. I was told that the blanket could interfere with departure from the emergency exit. If we have to leave via the emergency exit, I'm thinking my blanket is going to be the very least of anyone's worries.
What really pissed me off, though, was the attendant's assertion that stringent rules such as this account for Australian airlines' "excellent safety record." Now there's a beautiful example of someone messing up correlation and causation. No, I think Australia has an excellent safety record because 1) until recently they only had one major carrier, Qantas 2) the weather is excellent and they don't have to deal with snow and ice on their planes and runways, and 3) the overall volume of flights in Australia is quite low, compared with the US and Europe. I don't think my not being allowed to have a blanket in the exit row has a damn thing to do with it.
Sunday, April 1, 2007
10 years??!!
I got to do my first little bit of vetting last night: Alex the cat brought a baby ring-tailed possum for everyone to admire. One of the girls managed to get it out of his mouth and brought it to me, because clearly I know so much about Australian wildlife. Aside from being scared out of its wits, and damp from Alex's saliva, the possum did not appear to be damaged. I put him in a bag with some towels and we called the wildlife rehab people, who recommended keeping him in a quiet, warm, dark place until morning. A Dutch couple volunteered to possum sit, and we got him set up in Alex's cat carrier with some towels, water, and a hot water bottle I found in my room.
He was happily still alive the next morning. I really felt we should bring him to the wildlife rehab place, since he seemed very young and I wasn't at all confident of his ability to survive in the wild. A local vet checked him out and agreed... he will spend a few days growing a bit before they release him. I'm glad my instincts were right, even if I have not a clue about the Australian ring-tailed possum.
At some point most of the people I meet travelling ask me how many years I spent in school in order to become a vet. Their typical response is then "10 years... are you insane?" Even my explaining that it really only takes 8 doesn't seem to mollify them, whereas it's not something I think that much about. Going to undergrad was not even really a choice; I always knew that I would go to college. And among all my friends, graduate education is not so odd either. Among all of us, we have doctors, lawyers, CPAs, MBAs, vets, and multiple PhD candidates. I think it is easier in other countries to have a good career without graduate education, whereas it is becoming more and more expected in the US.
It's definitely food for thought. A starting worker in Germany will get a minimum of 26 days vacation, whereas one in the US is lucky to get 10. Sabbaticals and leaves of absence seem infinitely more prevalent in Europe. We may have more high-powered careers, but I am thinking they have more fun :)
He was happily still alive the next morning. I really felt we should bring him to the wildlife rehab place, since he seemed very young and I wasn't at all confident of his ability to survive in the wild. A local vet checked him out and agreed... he will spend a few days growing a bit before they release him. I'm glad my instincts were right, even if I have not a clue about the Australian ring-tailed possum.
At some point most of the people I meet travelling ask me how many years I spent in school in order to become a vet. Their typical response is then "10 years... are you insane?" Even my explaining that it really only takes 8 doesn't seem to mollify them, whereas it's not something I think that much about. Going to undergrad was not even really a choice; I always knew that I would go to college. And among all my friends, graduate education is not so odd either. Among all of us, we have doctors, lawyers, CPAs, MBAs, vets, and multiple PhD candidates. I think it is easier in other countries to have a good career without graduate education, whereas it is becoming more and more expected in the US.
It's definitely food for thought. A starting worker in Germany will get a minimum of 26 days vacation, whereas one in the US is lucky to get 10. Sabbaticals and leaves of absence seem infinitely more prevalent in Europe. We may have more high-powered careers, but I am thinking they have more fun :)
Saturday, March 31, 2007
The Great Ocean Road/Grampians National Park
Although I love Melbourne, I was getting a little stir-crazy spending all my time either in St. Kilda or in the city itself. Since I had decided that I would see penguins in NZ and therefore didn't need to attend the "Penguin Parade" on Phillip Island, a trip on the great ocean road was a logical choice. My original choice of tour didn't pan out, so I wound up doing one that also went to nearby Grampians Nat'l Park.
This wound up being a really nice tour. There were only 11 of us, and everyone was really friendly, including the driver, Bill. In fact, Bill was a bit too friendly... it seemed that he never shut up!! But he had a lot of interesting things to tell us, especially since he grew up in a small town on the great ocean road. This road was built by workers after WWI in a program very similar to the CCC (civilian conservation corps) the US. In fact, it was modeled after the pacific coast highway in Oregon and California, although it's much shorter.
The absolute highlight of the trip for me was seeing a group of wild koalas in the trees just off the road as we were driving along!! Unfortunately, most of them were asleep (not surprising since they sleep an average of 20 hours a day), but we did see a couple snacking on Eucalyptus leaves and backing up and down the tree trunks. Later we saw an entire group of grey kangaroos feeding in a grassy field near our hostel, but I was still much more intrigued by the koalas.
At many of the beaches we saw heaps of people in wetsuits surfing on brightly colored surfboards. In fact, many of them were attending surfing school. The "king tide" will soon be approaching the southern coast, in time for the world professional surfing championships, held over Easter weekend. The most famous sights on the great ocean road are called the 12 apostles, and are solitary pieces of land left out in the ocean through wind and water erosion. Because they are mostly composed of sandstone, which is fairly soft, eventually they will return to the sea. The landscape reminded me a lot of the Oregon coast, and parts of northern California. Except for the wind, which was unbelievable. I have a picture of myself standing overlooking the 12 apostles, with my face completely obscured by all my hair blowing around in the wind.
The Grampians are also beautiful, although much less dramatic. A huge forest fire ripped through the area one year ago, and the evidence of the fire is everywhere, even as the land heals. Ferns have returned as ground cover, and even though the gum trees still sport black, charred trunks, they are also growing new leaves. In fact, the fire blasted seeds into the bark of many trees, so that they are growing leaves all along their trunks, which is totally abnormal.
We visited a temperate rainforest with giant 300 foot tall Eucalyptus trees, very reminiscent of Olympic or the California redwoods. The oldest trees there are actually the ferns, which only grow an average of 1 mm a year. The tallest of those in the park are therefore 10,000 years old!! Other wildlife included the kookaburra, a substantial white and brown bird with a distinctive silhouette and light blue patches on its wings, and the Rosella, a beautiful scarlet and blue bird.
We ended the trip with a visit to the largest gold mine in Victoria (really not so interesting) and a local winery (much better), which made the most delicious port I've ever had. Unfortunately, I really can't cart a bottle of it around Oz and NZ. Oh well. Two more days in Melbourne, and then I'm flying to Cairns and the great barrier reef. Hope it's great.
This wound up being a really nice tour. There were only 11 of us, and everyone was really friendly, including the driver, Bill. In fact, Bill was a bit too friendly... it seemed that he never shut up!! But he had a lot of interesting things to tell us, especially since he grew up in a small town on the great ocean road. This road was built by workers after WWI in a program very similar to the CCC (civilian conservation corps) the US. In fact, it was modeled after the pacific coast highway in Oregon and California, although it's much shorter.
The absolute highlight of the trip for me was seeing a group of wild koalas in the trees just off the road as we were driving along!! Unfortunately, most of them were asleep (not surprising since they sleep an average of 20 hours a day), but we did see a couple snacking on Eucalyptus leaves and backing up and down the tree trunks. Later we saw an entire group of grey kangaroos feeding in a grassy field near our hostel, but I was still much more intrigued by the koalas.
At many of the beaches we saw heaps of people in wetsuits surfing on brightly colored surfboards. In fact, many of them were attending surfing school. The "king tide" will soon be approaching the southern coast, in time for the world professional surfing championships, held over Easter weekend. The most famous sights on the great ocean road are called the 12 apostles, and are solitary pieces of land left out in the ocean through wind and water erosion. Because they are mostly composed of sandstone, which is fairly soft, eventually they will return to the sea. The landscape reminded me a lot of the Oregon coast, and parts of northern California. Except for the wind, which was unbelievable. I have a picture of myself standing overlooking the 12 apostles, with my face completely obscured by all my hair blowing around in the wind.
The Grampians are also beautiful, although much less dramatic. A huge forest fire ripped through the area one year ago, and the evidence of the fire is everywhere, even as the land heals. Ferns have returned as ground cover, and even though the gum trees still sport black, charred trunks, they are also growing new leaves. In fact, the fire blasted seeds into the bark of many trees, so that they are growing leaves all along their trunks, which is totally abnormal.
We visited a temperate rainforest with giant 300 foot tall Eucalyptus trees, very reminiscent of Olympic or the California redwoods. The oldest trees there are actually the ferns, which only grow an average of 1 mm a year. The tallest of those in the park are therefore 10,000 years old!! Other wildlife included the kookaburra, a substantial white and brown bird with a distinctive silhouette and light blue patches on its wings, and the Rosella, a beautiful scarlet and blue bird.
We ended the trip with a visit to the largest gold mine in Victoria (really not so interesting) and a local winery (much better), which made the most delicious port I've ever had. Unfortunately, I really can't cart a bottle of it around Oz and NZ. Oh well. Two more days in Melbourne, and then I'm flying to Cairns and the great barrier reef. Hope it's great.
Water Polo and other Diversions
After attending the quarterfinals of women's water polo last Tuesday, I decided that I liked it enough to fork out money for the finals on Saturday. The fact that the US was playing Australia in the gold medal game also had some influence on my decision!! Again, the cheap seats for the bronze and gold medal games were only A$38, much cheaper than the swimming. There goes their strange pricing again.
Russia beat Hungary in the bronze medal game, 8-6. It seemed that the whole stadium was rooting for Hungary, not just the Hungarian fans. Perhaps because they were the defending world champions. All I have to say is that the Aussies are fantastic sports fans, especially when their own are competing. There were several cheering squads in the stands, decked out in yellow shirts, wigs, and even face paint. There is something stirring about listening to a cheer of "Aussie, Aussie, Aussie", "Oi, Oi, Oi" in the stands, even if it is against your own team. They were also very fond of "Aussie fans, in the stands, let me hear you clap your hands...".
It was a very exciting game, close at the half at 1-1. I was one of only a few Americans in the stands, but at least I felt safe cheering for the opposing team. God knows you take your life in your hands when cheering for anyone but the Eagles at the Linc. After a close game and terrific performance by both goaltenders, the US eked out a victory, 6-5. And then promptly dragged the entire coaching staff into the water fully clothed :)
I took the tram back to St. Kilda, but didn't feel like eating yet another night of my own cooking. I went to a local restaurant, Lentil as Anything, which serves terrific veggie food and suggests that you pay what the meal was worth. I got seated at a table with two other single diners, an Aussie and a Swiss. It's a good idea, and in my opinion, much better than eating dinner alone, which I hate doing. The entire restaurant was lit by candlelight (to save on the electricity), and we were entertained by a fire-eating performer. Not a bad evening.
Russia beat Hungary in the bronze medal game, 8-6. It seemed that the whole stadium was rooting for Hungary, not just the Hungarian fans. Perhaps because they were the defending world champions. All I have to say is that the Aussies are fantastic sports fans, especially when their own are competing. There were several cheering squads in the stands, decked out in yellow shirts, wigs, and even face paint. There is something stirring about listening to a cheer of "Aussie, Aussie, Aussie", "Oi, Oi, Oi" in the stands, even if it is against your own team. They were also very fond of "Aussie fans, in the stands, let me hear you clap your hands...".
It was a very exciting game, close at the half at 1-1. I was one of only a few Americans in the stands, but at least I felt safe cheering for the opposing team. God knows you take your life in your hands when cheering for anyone but the Eagles at the Linc. After a close game and terrific performance by both goaltenders, the US eked out a victory, 6-5. And then promptly dragged the entire coaching staff into the water fully clothed :)
I took the tram back to St. Kilda, but didn't feel like eating yet another night of my own cooking. I went to a local restaurant, Lentil as Anything, which serves terrific veggie food and suggests that you pay what the meal was worth. I got seated at a table with two other single diners, an Aussie and a Swiss. It's a good idea, and in my opinion, much better than eating dinner alone, which I hate doing. The entire restaurant was lit by candlelight (to save on the electricity), and we were entertained by a fire-eating performer. Not a bad evening.
Monday, March 26, 2007
Hey, I Saw Ian Thorpe
(From across the arena, but it was still cool :) I wound up going to the second night of swimming at the FINA world championships with two girls from my new, wonderful hostel. It's just down the street from the old one, but it might as well be in a different world. I'm in a small 4 bed female dorm, it's quiet and peaceful, and boasts the biggest, handsomest kitty in the world (sorry, Kuching) named Alex, short for Alexander the Great. He's still warming up to me, but I have faith.
Karenza, one of my dorm mates, is a volunteer for the event, and I went with another girl named Franzie. They both know quite a bit about swimming, which is cool. The swimming is held at Rod Laver arena, which normally hosts the Australian Open. They created a temporary pool on center court, named after the Australian butterfly champ Susie O'Neill. The arena was only 2/3 full, and many seats were filled by team members or sponsored groups. I'm not sure how many paying ticket holders they actually got. Since the cheapest decent seats were A$98, I think FINA priced themselves out of a full house. I also bought tickets for water polo this afternoon. By contrast, admission to see three water polo matches only set me back A$25. I don't know what's up with their price structuring.
Anyway, we saw Brendan Hansen win the men's 100 breast, the Aussie women go 1-2 in the 100 fly, and Katie Hoff set a new Championship record in the 200 IM. Phelps and Van Den Hoogenband swam heats in the men's 200 free. They're both desperately trying to break Ian Thorpe's world record, but they've got quite a ways to go. And I forgot half the words to the star spangled banner. Quite embarrassing.
Melbourne's a great city, and I'm really enjoying my time here. St. Kilda beach is beautiful, although it does take a bit to get into the city center on the tram. Melbourne is much more continental European, in contrast to Sydney's strong British influence. There is actually a synagogue across the street from my first hostel, and a fair number of eastern European immigrants have settled here.
I plan to go on a tour of the great ocean road on Thursday and Friday, and I may just have to see the fairy penguin colony on Phillips Island. It is the biggest tourist attraction in Victoria, but I just might not care. How often am I in the southern hemisphere, anyway?
Karenza, one of my dorm mates, is a volunteer for the event, and I went with another girl named Franzie. They both know quite a bit about swimming, which is cool. The swimming is held at Rod Laver arena, which normally hosts the Australian Open. They created a temporary pool on center court, named after the Australian butterfly champ Susie O'Neill. The arena was only 2/3 full, and many seats were filled by team members or sponsored groups. I'm not sure how many paying ticket holders they actually got. Since the cheapest decent seats were A$98, I think FINA priced themselves out of a full house. I also bought tickets for water polo this afternoon. By contrast, admission to see three water polo matches only set me back A$25. I don't know what's up with their price structuring.
Anyway, we saw Brendan Hansen win the men's 100 breast, the Aussie women go 1-2 in the 100 fly, and Katie Hoff set a new Championship record in the 200 IM. Phelps and Van Den Hoogenband swam heats in the men's 200 free. They're both desperately trying to break Ian Thorpe's world record, but they've got quite a ways to go. And I forgot half the words to the star spangled banner. Quite embarrassing.
Melbourne's a great city, and I'm really enjoying my time here. St. Kilda beach is beautiful, although it does take a bit to get into the city center on the tram. Melbourne is much more continental European, in contrast to Sydney's strong British influence. There is actually a synagogue across the street from my first hostel, and a fair number of eastern European immigrants have settled here.
I plan to go on a tour of the great ocean road on Thursday and Friday, and I may just have to see the fairy penguin colony on Phillips Island. It is the biggest tourist attraction in Victoria, but I just might not care. How often am I in the southern hemisphere, anyway?
Sunday, March 25, 2007
Open Water Swimming
Today was a beautiful fall day in Melbourne, bright and sunny, but with cool temps a blustery 18 knot wind off the water. I started the morning with a yoga class, my first foray into Iyengar. I was really excited to do yoga again after all this time, but wasn't prepared for the amount of prop use in this class. Not only do you use bolsters, blankets, straps, and blocks as aids to get into poses, but we also used ropes on the walls to hold ourselves in downward dog without putting pressure on our arms. An interesting class, to be sure, but not my thing. I think you should be able to practice yoga with your body and a mat. I'll have to look for other classes in the neighborhood.
A very nice woman with blue hair on the mat next to me told me about a great veggie restaurant where you "pay what the meal was worth". I wonder what people normally pay, but I had a great mug of chai and a huge lentil burger. I then made my way over to St. Kilda beach where the final day of the open water world championships, the men's' 25 K swim, was underway. To put this in perspective, 25 K is 14.5 miles swum in 10 laps in the choppy, cold, unpredictable ocean.
It's 10 laps around a 2.5 km course, and there are people on small power boats following each swimmer in case of injury. The course also features 2 feeding stations on opposite ends of the loop. This is the most amazing part, I think. A crew member will extend a long pole over the water, containing a cup with the swimmer's fuel of choice, whether power drinks, gels, or bananas. How they manage to chug the contents and get right back into the rhythm of their stroke is quite beyond me. The wind was brutal on land; I can't imagine how it impacted the swimmers.
An Australian was favored, but a Russian wound up winning.... in 5 hours, 15 minutes. I cannot fathom swimming for that long, especially in the ocean. I probably would have been seasick after the first 100 meters!! An Italian finished second, and an Egyptian third, which was a surprise to me. He had quite the fan club, including guys wearing capes and silly hats who followed him around beating a drum and chanting. I bet they're going to have quite the party tonight!!
I had thought initially that an American and the Egyptian were in a race for third...until I realized that the American was being lapped. I cannot think of anything more disheartening... realizing you have another entire 2.5 km lap to go. I wound up watching the end with a nice Irish couple I met in the cafe while getting out of the wind. They have moved to Melbourne and are in the process of renting a house and finding jobs in communications. We had fun bitching about the people in Australian hostels. It was definitely nice to find others with the same frame of mind. Happily I am moving to another hostel tomorrow, one that will hopefully be a little more my speed.
Now on to see if I can get tickets for this evening's swimming finals...
A very nice woman with blue hair on the mat next to me told me about a great veggie restaurant where you "pay what the meal was worth". I wonder what people normally pay, but I had a great mug of chai and a huge lentil burger. I then made my way over to St. Kilda beach where the final day of the open water world championships, the men's' 25 K swim, was underway. To put this in perspective, 25 K is 14.5 miles swum in 10 laps in the choppy, cold, unpredictable ocean.
It's 10 laps around a 2.5 km course, and there are people on small power boats following each swimmer in case of injury. The course also features 2 feeding stations on opposite ends of the loop. This is the most amazing part, I think. A crew member will extend a long pole over the water, containing a cup with the swimmer's fuel of choice, whether power drinks, gels, or bananas. How they manage to chug the contents and get right back into the rhythm of their stroke is quite beyond me. The wind was brutal on land; I can't imagine how it impacted the swimmers.
An Australian was favored, but a Russian wound up winning.... in 5 hours, 15 minutes. I cannot fathom swimming for that long, especially in the ocean. I probably would have been seasick after the first 100 meters!! An Italian finished second, and an Egyptian third, which was a surprise to me. He had quite the fan club, including guys wearing capes and silly hats who followed him around beating a drum and chanting. I bet they're going to have quite the party tonight!!
I had thought initially that an American and the Egyptian were in a race for third...until I realized that the American was being lapped. I cannot think of anything more disheartening... realizing you have another entire 2.5 km lap to go. I wound up watching the end with a nice Irish couple I met in the cafe while getting out of the wind. They have moved to Melbourne and are in the process of renting a house and finding jobs in communications. We had fun bitching about the people in Australian hostels. It was definitely nice to find others with the same frame of mind. Happily I am moving to another hostel tomorrow, one that will hopefully be a little more my speed.
Now on to see if I can get tickets for this evening's swimming finals...
Friday, March 23, 2007
In which I spend much time on the train...
Other Britishisms... the "look right" signs printed on the sidewalks (very helpful to idiots like me), toilets which say "engaged" rather than occupied, "posting" a letter rather than mailing it, "call outs" for fire alarms, and the breakfast I just ate which came with fried mushrooms, tomatoes, and spinach (actually very good since I didn't get the nasty bacon or sausage).
I hated my hostel in Sydney so much (and had seen most of what I wanted to see in the city) that I decided it was time to move on to Melbourne. I mean, this is a place where people are drinking beer and smoking cigarettes at 7:30 am on a Thursday morning. The entire place smelled like Armstrong late night. People are practically tripping over each other to get the wonderful free breakfast: which consisted of cornflakes and milk, or toast with margarine and Vegemite. If you have not been introduced to the wonderful world of Vegemite, consider yourself lucky. Why anyone would want to slather a dark brown extremely salty spread composed of fermented Brewers' yeast on perfectly good bread is totally beyond me.
So, I discovered that Sydney's central train station is indeed a wonderful place. I bought an overnight train ticket to Melbourne (12 hours), for only A$74.50, and was able to check my baggage at 8 am even though it was an evening train. Amtrak could learn a few things from the Aussies. I then bought a one day pass to the Blue Mountains, which consisted of a round trip train ticket to Katoomba, and the bus to get around the area. All the urban subway lines and suburban commuter lines start and terminate in this station as well. It's really very well constructed.
The Blue Mountains are a 2 hour train ride from Sydney, and were originally a holiday retreat for rich city people. There's a famous rock formation called "the three sisters" and something called echo point overlooking the valley. Katoomba is a cute, although touristy town, and you are able to get off the bus and do some trail walking, which is a great way to escape the crowds, although not a very loud couple from New York who insisted on talking the entire way.
There were also several good used book stores to be perused. You would not believe the price of new paperbacks in Australia; they regularly cost A$ 20-25. Even a lot of the used books cost $A 8-10, which I think is a complete rip-off. Mom, you could make a killing selling used books here!! I enjoyed Bill Bryson's book on Australia so much that I bought a used copy of Notes from a Big Country (about the US) and have been happily making my way through it. He's very popular here, but all the titles are published in the UK and then shipped Down Under. I also bought a copy of The Thornbirds, which I remember as a very bad US '80's miniseries, but is supposed to be Australia's version of Gone With The Wind.
Mom... yes, Aussies are just as guilty of shouting into their cellphones in public places as people anywhere else. A prime example were the group of teenagers on my return train from Katoomba who were on their way to "the Footy" (that's Australian rules football for the rest of us). It just proves that teenagers are obnoxious all over the world :)
The train to Melbourne was quite comfortable, if extremely cold. I am so greatful to have brought my sleeping sack with me, although I have discovered that I cannot sleep better with two seats instead of one. We arrived into a world of cold weather and rain (low of 10 deg C) ... i'll be wearing that pair of jeans at last. I took the tram to the hostel... here's hoping this one proves better than the last. I loved the places I stayed in Vietnam and Laos; I'm not sure what I'm doing wrong here in Australia.
The FINA (swimming, diving, syncro swimming, and water polo) world championships are all over the news, including the Aussie womens' swim team's prospects vs. the US and Germany. Apparently the Aussie men are in a rebuilding year, except for Grant Hackett. If I can get tickets, I'd like to see the opening night of swimming tomorrow. The open water swim is also held tomorrow at St. Kilda, which is where I'm staying. I'll have to see if you need tickets for beach viewing.
It is still pouring... I'm thinking this is a shopping and museum day. Oh well, it can't be sunny all the time. cheers.
I hated my hostel in Sydney so much (and had seen most of what I wanted to see in the city) that I decided it was time to move on to Melbourne. I mean, this is a place where people are drinking beer and smoking cigarettes at 7:30 am on a Thursday morning. The entire place smelled like Armstrong late night. People are practically tripping over each other to get the wonderful free breakfast: which consisted of cornflakes and milk, or toast with margarine and Vegemite. If you have not been introduced to the wonderful world of Vegemite, consider yourself lucky. Why anyone would want to slather a dark brown extremely salty spread composed of fermented Brewers' yeast on perfectly good bread is totally beyond me.
So, I discovered that Sydney's central train station is indeed a wonderful place. I bought an overnight train ticket to Melbourne (12 hours), for only A$74.50, and was able to check my baggage at 8 am even though it was an evening train. Amtrak could learn a few things from the Aussies. I then bought a one day pass to the Blue Mountains, which consisted of a round trip train ticket to Katoomba, and the bus to get around the area. All the urban subway lines and suburban commuter lines start and terminate in this station as well. It's really very well constructed.
The Blue Mountains are a 2 hour train ride from Sydney, and were originally a holiday retreat for rich city people. There's a famous rock formation called "the three sisters" and something called echo point overlooking the valley. Katoomba is a cute, although touristy town, and you are able to get off the bus and do some trail walking, which is a great way to escape the crowds, although not a very loud couple from New York who insisted on talking the entire way.
There were also several good used book stores to be perused. You would not believe the price of new paperbacks in Australia; they regularly cost A$ 20-25. Even a lot of the used books cost $A 8-10, which I think is a complete rip-off. Mom, you could make a killing selling used books here!! I enjoyed Bill Bryson's book on Australia so much that I bought a used copy of Notes from a Big Country (about the US) and have been happily making my way through it. He's very popular here, but all the titles are published in the UK and then shipped Down Under. I also bought a copy of The Thornbirds, which I remember as a very bad US '80's miniseries, but is supposed to be Australia's version of Gone With The Wind.
Mom... yes, Aussies are just as guilty of shouting into their cellphones in public places as people anywhere else. A prime example were the group of teenagers on my return train from Katoomba who were on their way to "the Footy" (that's Australian rules football for the rest of us). It just proves that teenagers are obnoxious all over the world :)
The train to Melbourne was quite comfortable, if extremely cold. I am so greatful to have brought my sleeping sack with me, although I have discovered that I cannot sleep better with two seats instead of one. We arrived into a world of cold weather and rain (low of 10 deg C) ... i'll be wearing that pair of jeans at last. I took the tram to the hostel... here's hoping this one proves better than the last. I loved the places I stayed in Vietnam and Laos; I'm not sure what I'm doing wrong here in Australia.
The FINA (swimming, diving, syncro swimming, and water polo) world championships are all over the news, including the Aussie womens' swim team's prospects vs. the US and Germany. Apparently the Aussie men are in a rebuilding year, except for Grant Hackett. If I can get tickets, I'd like to see the opening night of swimming tomorrow. The open water swim is also held tomorrow at St. Kilda, which is where I'm staying. I'll have to see if you need tickets for beach viewing.
It is still pouring... I'm thinking this is a shopping and museum day. Oh well, it can't be sunny all the time. cheers.
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
Britishisms
There are several subtle things here in Sydney that remind me that I am in a former British colony. Instead of take out, they have "take away". The rail system urges you to "mind the gap", and points you to the "way out" instead of the exit. When you get on the escalator, you are advised to stand on the left and walk on the right (the reverse of what one does on the Metro). Apartments are "for let", not for rent. I am constantly looking the wrong way before trying to cross the street. Perhaps by the time I reach New Zealand it will have become second nature.
I forgot to mention the wildlife in Sydney itself. I have seen what I think are cockatoos (Cailin, help me out here), and the royal botanical gardens supports a huge colony of flying foxes in the trees. I walked through there just before dusk yesterday when they were all starting to stir. The rooster alarm clock has been replaced by some other bird, which I fancy to be a kookaburra (it's probably not).
Last night I made the unfortunate discovery that the woman with the bunk below mine snores. loudly. With a pair of earplugs to join my sleep mask, I was undisturbed by the kookaburras and slept until 9:30. oops. I purchased a combination rail and ferry pass and set my destination for Manly Beach. It's a lovely 1/2 hour ride there on a different ferry. This one takes you to the north shore, past the entrance to Sydney harbor. At Manly, you can swim in either the harbor or the south pacific ocean. The overcast weather didn't detour multitudes of swimmers and surfers, or sunbathers for that matter.
I had a proper beach meal of fish and calamari with chips and ate it on some steps overlooking the water. How many cities have a beach of this caliber just 30 minutes from their city center, and accessible by ferry? And it's not the only one; Bondi beach on the south shore is far more well known (have you ever seen photos of Australians celebrating Christmas by wearing Santa hats along with their bikinis?... that's Bondi beach).
Friday I'm headed out... not sure if it'll be to Melbourne or the Blue Mountains, a few hours from Sydney. Tomorrow, since I've already been to the zoo, perhaps I'll take yet another ferry over to Sydney Olympic Park. And then I can visit an additional Olympic stadium in Melbourne. Oh, the possibilities are endless :)
I forgot to mention the wildlife in Sydney itself. I have seen what I think are cockatoos (Cailin, help me out here), and the royal botanical gardens supports a huge colony of flying foxes in the trees. I walked through there just before dusk yesterday when they were all starting to stir. The rooster alarm clock has been replaced by some other bird, which I fancy to be a kookaburra (it's probably not).
Last night I made the unfortunate discovery that the woman with the bunk below mine snores. loudly. With a pair of earplugs to join my sleep mask, I was undisturbed by the kookaburras and slept until 9:30. oops. I purchased a combination rail and ferry pass and set my destination for Manly Beach. It's a lovely 1/2 hour ride there on a different ferry. This one takes you to the north shore, past the entrance to Sydney harbor. At Manly, you can swim in either the harbor or the south pacific ocean. The overcast weather didn't detour multitudes of swimmers and surfers, or sunbathers for that matter.
I had a proper beach meal of fish and calamari with chips and ate it on some steps overlooking the water. How many cities have a beach of this caliber just 30 minutes from their city center, and accessible by ferry? And it's not the only one; Bondi beach on the south shore is far more well known (have you ever seen photos of Australians celebrating Christmas by wearing Santa hats along with their bikinis?... that's Bondi beach).
Friday I'm headed out... not sure if it'll be to Melbourne or the Blue Mountains, a few hours from Sydney. Tomorrow, since I've already been to the zoo, perhaps I'll take yet another ferry over to Sydney Olympic Park. And then I can visit an additional Olympic stadium in Melbourne. Oh, the possibilities are endless :)
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
Down Under...
My flight from Bangkok to Sydney on British Airways was quite delightful. I had a comfortable window seat with no one behind me, and I watched the new Bond film, Casino Royale, on my own little TV screen. I forgot to order a veggie meal and was confronted with the very British options of chicken or beef. Luckily the flight attendant was able to snag me a nice salad from business class to fill the gap.
I had a shuttle from the airport to the hostel driven by an Iraqi who wanted to have a long discussion about W and all the various wars. Next time I'm going to be from Canada; it's just easier. I'm in backpacker hell right now, which is somewhat my fault since I accidentally booked the wrong hostel online. It's called the Jolly Swagman (which is a uniquely Australian term for an itinerant traveller) and advertises that it's open 24 hours. So exactly my cup of tea.
I think part of my uneasiness is that I'm in sticker shock after over a month in the wonderfully affordable land of SE Asia. I'm spending the same amount for a bed (around $20) as for an entire day in Vietnam or Laos. I may have to start working a couple hours per day at the hostel to cover my board. Then I can afford to eat better. But I should remember that I am in the NYC of Australia, and hopefully costs will be somewhat cheaper elsewhere.
I did have a wonderful day at the Taronga Zoo, including the ferry ride there and back across
Sydney's famous harbour, including views of the opera house and Harbour Bridge (AKA the coat hanger), which just celebrated its 75th anniversary last week. I really tried to focus on the Australian animals, which included spending much quality time with the koalas, who make the most wonderful growling/barking sounds when they are getting peeved with each other (in addition to chasing each other up and down the Eucalyptus trees). I also discovered the wonders of Wombats (a nocturnal burrow-dwelling marsupial) and the Binturong, which can only be described as an adorable tree-dwelling cross between a cat, a bear, and an otter, residing mainly in Indonesia.
I walked from the hostel in Kings Cross to and from Circular Quay, from where all the passenger ferries depart. It was around noontime, and I was struck by the sheer number of people outside exercising, whether running, playing soccer, rugby, or practicing kickboxing. It was as though the entire city was outside being virtuous on its lunch break. And most of these people weren't exercising to get fit; they were fit. Really fit. Almost an equal number were running or biking home at the end of the day, presumably with their work clothes stashed in the backpacks most of them sported. Talk about an outdoor culture.
Beer is surprisingly expensive here. Single bottles in a liquor store sell for A$2.50-4.00. A six pack of a local beer can easily cost A$15-18 (the conversion rate is 0.80...woe to the falling USD). That's worse than take out from a bar in Philly (the only way you can buy beer other than at a state liquor store). It's just odd for such a beer loving culture.
Cheers, mate.
I had a shuttle from the airport to the hostel driven by an Iraqi who wanted to have a long discussion about W and all the various wars. Next time I'm going to be from Canada; it's just easier. I'm in backpacker hell right now, which is somewhat my fault since I accidentally booked the wrong hostel online. It's called the Jolly Swagman (which is a uniquely Australian term for an itinerant traveller) and advertises that it's open 24 hours. So exactly my cup of tea.
I think part of my uneasiness is that I'm in sticker shock after over a month in the wonderfully affordable land of SE Asia. I'm spending the same amount for a bed (around $20) as for an entire day in Vietnam or Laos. I may have to start working a couple hours per day at the hostel to cover my board. Then I can afford to eat better. But I should remember that I am in the NYC of Australia, and hopefully costs will be somewhat cheaper elsewhere.
I did have a wonderful day at the Taronga Zoo, including the ferry ride there and back across
Sydney's famous harbour, including views of the opera house and Harbour Bridge (AKA the coat hanger), which just celebrated its 75th anniversary last week. I really tried to focus on the Australian animals, which included spending much quality time with the koalas, who make the most wonderful growling/barking sounds when they are getting peeved with each other (in addition to chasing each other up and down the Eucalyptus trees). I also discovered the wonders of Wombats (a nocturnal burrow-dwelling marsupial) and the Binturong, which can only be described as an adorable tree-dwelling cross between a cat, a bear, and an otter, residing mainly in Indonesia.
I walked from the hostel in Kings Cross to and from Circular Quay, from where all the passenger ferries depart. It was around noontime, and I was struck by the sheer number of people outside exercising, whether running, playing soccer, rugby, or practicing kickboxing. It was as though the entire city was outside being virtuous on its lunch break. And most of these people weren't exercising to get fit; they were fit. Really fit. Almost an equal number were running or biking home at the end of the day, presumably with their work clothes stashed in the backpacks most of them sported. Talk about an outdoor culture.
Beer is surprisingly expensive here. Single bottles in a liquor store sell for A$2.50-4.00. A six pack of a local beer can easily cost A$15-18 (the conversion rate is 0.80...woe to the falling USD). That's worse than take out from a bar in Philly (the only way you can buy beer other than at a state liquor store). It's just odd for such a beer loving culture.
Cheers, mate.
Sunday, March 18, 2007
Shopping Heaven
Bangkok is shopping heaven, here's no doubt about it. Anything you've ever thought (or not thought) of buying, you can find it here. There are your traditional upscale shopping malls, featuring name brand stores you can find in the states, then the luxury malls with Versace and Prada, the slightly seedier and more fun outdoor markets, such as the Chatuchak weekend market, and then the craziest of all, the electronics emporiums. I went to an electronics emporium called Fortune something yesterday because Jon needed a new router. It is an entire shopping mall filled with nothing but hardware, accessories, mobile phones, MP3 and MP4 players, CD's and DVDs, and unbelievably cheap computer software. You can buy a copy of the new Windows VISTA operating system for 120 Baht (about $3.50). The prices for computers and laptops are comparable to the US, although they have more Taiwanese brands that I haven't heard of (like Acer, for example).
After this electronics fest, Tap and I went to the Chatuchak weekend market, which contains something like 20,000 stalls selling merchandise from pork parts to high end furniture. We got there via Taxi, which cost about $1.40. It is extremely affordable to take taxis (at least for short distances) in Bangkok; I could get used to this!! I wound up buying a t-shirt with a picture of a dove composed of many smaller bird silhouettes, and the most comfortable wide legged black pants in the world (I should have bought 2 pairs). Not all shops carry western sizes, but these did. Tap was looking for a traditional Thai outfit to wear to work (she works at the UN, and everyone was supposed to come in native dress). That meant an entertaining bargaining session with the old lady who owns the stall. I bought a whole cut up mango for 0.50 and was quite happy.
I cooked a veggie and shrimp stir-fry for dinner, which wasn't bad except that it could have used some more seasonings. Then Tap and I went to a beauty salon in the Soi (street) next door where she got her hair done and I got a foot massage. Ah, bliss :) You can buy anything in this street. There are internet cafes, copy centers, beauty parlors, a photo store, three 7-11's, more food vendors than you can shake a stick at; even a small supermarket. There are guys on motos waiting to take you to the sky train station for 10 baht (0.30). Except for the congestion and insane traffic, there's a lot to be said for the area.
I bid SE Asia farewell this evening with an overnight flight to Sydney. I've been doing some preparatory reading for this trip with Bill Bryson's hysterical book on Australia, appropriately entitled Down Under. I just have to share this one passage about Cricket (which in all fairness, I have never seen).
"It is not true that the English invented cricket as a way of making all other human endeavors look interesting and lively; that was merely an unitended side effect. I don't wish to denigrate a sport that is enjoyed by millions, some of them awake and facing the right way, but it is an odd game. It is the only sport that encorporates meal breaks. It is the only sport that shares its name with an insect. It is the only sport in which spectators burn as many calories as players (more if they are moderately restless). It is the only competitive activity of any type, other than perhaps baking, in which you can dress in white from head to toe and be as clean at the end of the day as you were at the beginning."
After this electronics fest, Tap and I went to the Chatuchak weekend market, which contains something like 20,000 stalls selling merchandise from pork parts to high end furniture. We got there via Taxi, which cost about $1.40. It is extremely affordable to take taxis (at least for short distances) in Bangkok; I could get used to this!! I wound up buying a t-shirt with a picture of a dove composed of many smaller bird silhouettes, and the most comfortable wide legged black pants in the world (I should have bought 2 pairs). Not all shops carry western sizes, but these did. Tap was looking for a traditional Thai outfit to wear to work (she works at the UN, and everyone was supposed to come in native dress). That meant an entertaining bargaining session with the old lady who owns the stall. I bought a whole cut up mango for 0.50 and was quite happy.
I cooked a veggie and shrimp stir-fry for dinner, which wasn't bad except that it could have used some more seasonings. Then Tap and I went to a beauty salon in the Soi (street) next door where she got her hair done and I got a foot massage. Ah, bliss :) You can buy anything in this street. There are internet cafes, copy centers, beauty parlors, a photo store, three 7-11's, more food vendors than you can shake a stick at; even a small supermarket. There are guys on motos waiting to take you to the sky train station for 10 baht (0.30). Except for the congestion and insane traffic, there's a lot to be said for the area.
I bid SE Asia farewell this evening with an overnight flight to Sydney. I've been doing some preparatory reading for this trip with Bill Bryson's hysterical book on Australia, appropriately entitled Down Under. I just have to share this one passage about Cricket (which in all fairness, I have never seen).
"It is not true that the English invented cricket as a way of making all other human endeavors look interesting and lively; that was merely an unitended side effect. I don't wish to denigrate a sport that is enjoyed by millions, some of them awake and facing the right way, but it is an odd game. It is the only sport that encorporates meal breaks. It is the only sport that shares its name with an insect. It is the only sport in which spectators burn as many calories as players (more if they are moderately restless). It is the only competitive activity of any type, other than perhaps baking, in which you can dress in white from head to toe and be as clean at the end of the day as you were at the beginning."
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