Was I sad to leave Australia? Of course I was. It was certainly hard to say goodbye to people that you may never see again in your life. But fortunately technology is out-of-control these days, and staying in contact with people on the other side of the world is easy. Was I excited to get back into the states? Oh yeah. I am more than blessed with family and friends who make life a lot better than it should be.
Sunday, January 10, 2010
The End.
Was I sad to leave Australia? Of course I was. It was certainly hard to say goodbye to people that you may never see again in your life. But fortunately technology is out-of-control these days, and staying in contact with people on the other side of the world is easy. Was I excited to get back into the states? Oh yeah. I am more than blessed with family and friends who make life a lot better than it should be.
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Airplane (one of my favourite movies, btw)
But it only got better from there. After requesting seats next to one another, we were informed that we were bumped up to economy class, which is a step below first class. Not only that, we had the first row of seats, meaning extra leg room, plus no one was sitting on my right side. As you can tell from the pictures below, we were pretty excited about all of this.
Thursday, December 10, 2009
WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT! Alice Springs, Outback, and Adelaide
We spent the first night in Alice Springs at a great hostel (I know, usually "great" and "hostel" don't go hand-in-hand), and awoke at 5:00 AM to begin our 3 day tour of the Outback. With a group of 20 others, who were all close to our age and similarly filled with too much energy, and our crazy tour guide, Heith, we set out for a 5 hour drive to King's Canyon. Once arriving there, we commenced a 3 hour hike around the canyon which was simply breathtaking. Literally. And hot. And when I say hot, I mean 40-45 C (104-113 F).
The rest of the day was spent driving some more, stopping at the occasional cattle ranch and other picture-worthy sights, until we made it to where we were sleeping, which was in the middle of nowhere... perfect for sleeping under the stars in our swags. The moon was so bright that I almost put on my sunglasses when sleeping to block the light out. This is not an exaggeration. Well, maybe. But it was the brightest I have ever seen the moon.
The next morning we awoke at 4:00 AM to see an Outback sunrise.. beautiful! We then drove to Mount Kata Tjuta, which was my favorite part of the tour. The 3 hour hike felt so surreal, as if I was walking on a different planet. I have never seen anything like it before and the entire time I repeatedly said "am I actually here?!" Only downside to all of this, though, were the flies. They were everywhere and would not leave you alone. They are somewhat tolerable until they swoop into your mouth, nose, ears, or your sunglasses... which happened all the time, making them never tolerable.
The rest of the afternoon was spent in a "resort" area near Uluru (Ayer's Rock). Fortunately, it had a pool, and I'm pretty sure our skin actually sizzled when we first jumped in. That evening we drove to a spot near Uluru to watch a sunset. Seriously? Does it get any better. Yes.
Early next morning we headed to Uluru to do the basewalk. It took us about a good 2 1/2 hours to walk around it, but every moment was spectacular. Besides the flies. And the dry heat. And my hunger level, which as you all know, is a constant high.
The rest of the day was spent driving back to Alice Springs, with a stop at a camel farm. Once arriving back to the hostel, our group spent the rest of the evening together until everyone died of exhaustion.
We spent another day and night at Alice Springs, walking around the area, shopping and attempting to have a normal body temperature by spending the majority of the time in the pool. Both mornings I attempted a run, but I'm pretty sure a turtle would have been able to pass me.
The next day we flew from Alice Spring back to Adelaide to spend the night there. Thanks to our awesomely amazing friend, Kit, who grew up in Adelaide, she arranged for us to spend the night at her house with her parents. I LOVED Adelaide... as in if I ever live in Australia, that's where I would find myself. It's a somewhat small city filled with old buildings and many, many trees. Kit lives in a 150 year-old house which I was pretty much in awe of the entire time. Her mom drove us around, giving us a grand tour of the city, highlights including a Christmas lights display and a stop at a pie floater cart (do not ask). Thankfully, her dad was willing to take us to the airport at 5:30 AM the next morning for our final flight back to the Gold Coast.
That's pretty much the abstract to the entire report I could write on this trip. There's so much I could say but I really don't even know where to begin. However, I am leaving out some details that I at least think are pretty interesting...
- The spot where we slept on the first night of our Outback tour is owned by a man who owns 1,006,000 acres of land. How is that even possible?
- Yes, we did see dead kangaroos on the side of the road.
- During the second night while I was passed out, others saw dingoes walking through the area where we were sleeping.
- I'll try not to go on a lecture right now, but obviously in Alice Springs there were plenty of Aboriginals. Do some research on them, and you'll quickly understand the condition that these people are in. It's a heavy, debatable topic on what to do about it, but either way, seeing the Aboriginal children broke my heart.
- 35 people have died climbing Uluru.
- Props to my friend, Abbey, for putting up with me during the many, many hours we spent on the bus together. I resort to childlike behaviour when confined for such a long time.
- I have never drank so much water in my life. But it barely did anything because the water in your water bottle was basically boiling.
- Speaking of water, it took much coaching for me to pee in the middle of the Outback. I suppose its a good thing, but my body simply does not understand the concept of peeing when I'm not sitting on a toilet. Yes, this may all be too much information, but it's the truth.
Now off to study for exams.
Monday, November 30, 2009
Olga, Scuttles and Charred Feet- Moreton Island
1. Joe and Olga. An old, Italian couple who also did the tour. I have no idea what they were thinking when they signed up for it because they strike me as the type who would rather spend their weekend in a bed and breakfast, not camping on an island. After our first adventure of climbing up the world's largest sand dune, I thought that they might die. However, their surivival was a good thing because Joe blessed us with only speaking in Italian grunts the rest of the weekend (I honestly didn't hear him say one word the entire time) and with the opportunity to take the best picture of my life (see below):
2. Scuttles. I cannot stand crabs (FYI, all crabs are called "scuttles" in my book). If they want to pinch me or not, I want nothing to do with them. Therefore, when we arrived on the isolated of all isolated beaches and were told to go look at the scuttles, I knew I was in for it. There weren't just a few scuttles. Or a few hundred. There were thousands. Actually, take infinity to the infinite power, and that's how many scuttles there were. I wanted to vomit. And the worst part is that everyone was basking in the scuttles, rolling around in them as if it was some spa treatment. However, scuttle beach turned into one of my favorite areas because there were "rivers" formed from the tides that were as warm as bath water and would let the current carry you until you got held up in sand. Then I would just roll.
3. Ship Wrecks. To help tourism and marine life, several ships were sunk around the island. We were able to snorkel around them, which was quite fun until Shawn saw a shark (I have never seen anyone book it so fast out of the water before). On the last day we were scheduled to snorkel some more, but a wicked storm blew in that was awesome to watch. Included in this storm watching was us diving into the ocean only to come flailing back to the safety of the 4x4 when lightning struck and dolphins and loggerhead turtles swimming right in front of the area that we were watching. Below is a picture of some of the ship wrecks, with an attempt of a Happy Thanksgiving greeting to you Americans.
Tandeming with Stephanie. Best part: the crash at the end.
I could go on and on about every single thing that we did, but that means this post would be a novel long and no one would want to read it (let's be honest, there is a negative correlation b/w the length of a blog entry and the amount of people who read it). Some last words is that one of my favourite areas was Blue Lake that was near our campsite. It was a gorgeous, fresh water lake that we swam in numerous times throughout the day. I also enjoyed the champaign pools, which was an area surrounded my large rocks that we stood in to get trampled by waves. Fun, I know.
Sadly, I have one more tripped planned, and then its exams and heading back to the states. But it's the mother of all trips.. the Outback... one week... in the summer... we might die.
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Crikey! Enough of these spiders.
Why was this such a good zoo experience? One, it wasn't crowded at all.. in other words, we did not have to deal with the usual screeching kids who demand for every stuffed animal souvenir. Two, although the zoo was rather small, it was the most interactive zoo of my life. We got to feed the elephants, watch an otter feeding... the list goes on and on. One of my favourite parts of the day was the tiger show (see pic below). I think my mouth was hanging open the entire time.
We also got to chill with kangaroos and pet koalas (so strange.. you just go into this area called the "Koala Walk" and there are koalas just moping around in the trees. Next to a tree it simply says "Pat a koala." Ok.) As we were leaving, one of the workers was walking a wombat around on a leash. This made me happy.
Monday, November 16, 2009
I do more than just travel. I buy earrings that have marijianna leaves on them.
We then attempted to find some waterfalls in the surrounding area, but that was a complete failure. We were extremely low on gas, driving up and down mountains... we gave up. Either way, we saw some breathtaking views, and we eventually wound up back in Byron. Although I have already been there twice before, any place that provides me with a beach and gelato is good enough.
I've realised that all of my posts have solely been about traveling, and I've failed to mention where I live besides hostels and tents and what I spend the majority of my time doing. First thing first, housing. I live off campus in what I suppose you would call townhouses (see picture below). I have my own room, though two other girls (one American, one Aussie/American) share the house/apartment/whatever with me.
I absolutely love the place where I am staying, though I have hard wood floors and a bed with wheels, which isn't a good combination. My favourite part, though, is our pool (see picture below) which is a great place to do some reading and studying.
Besides school work, which you all know I do excessively, I've really enjoyed not being spread so thin with all of the activities I usually get myself involved in. I do attend weekly BCC (Bond Christian Connection), where I have met some really great people. When I'm not traveling, I'll go to Hope Church on Sundays, which has a contemporary worship service.
Monday, November 9, 2009
SYDNEY! And, no, I did not find Nemo.
The next day we spent hiking the Blue Mountains. After a 2 hour train ride, we stepped into the mountain town in our shorts and t-shirts only to find everyone else bundled like eskimos. Opps. We quickly learned that if we kept a good pace, the cool weather wouldn't bother us too much, even though we are greatly spoiled by the warm weather in the Gold Coast. Despite the misty and foggy weather, the sites were gorgeous and we even had a go at climbing a waterfall (not the one pictured below, but you can pretend that is the one). Success, minus Chris slipping and falling down about 10 feet. I may or may not have found great enjoyment out of that.
That evening we ate at a Japanese restaurant. Chris ordered eel. I tried it. I wanted to die until I had breakfast the next morning.
Saturday was perhaps the longest day of my life, but in a good way. The entire day was spent walking around Sydney, trying to see as much as we possibly could. The day began with the best eating experience of my entire life: Tip Jar. Waffles. Let me describe in detail: waffle topped with PB, roasted nuts, whipped cream, and PB ice cream on the side. Enough said. We then went to the markets where I proceeded to spend way too much money. Anywho, highlights of our sightseeing adventure were the Anzac Memorial, St. Andrew's Cathedral, Opera House, Luna Park and Sydney Harbour Bridge. I wanted to be pushed in a stroller by the end of the day.
Our last full day was spent at the famous Bondi Beach, which unfortunately had poor weather. But that did not deter us from spending the entire day looking through the shops and markets and the display of sculptures by the sea. The rest of the evening was spent back in the central part of Sydney until we finally collapsed in bed, only to get up at 3:30 AM to catch the plane back. Get this: the flight from Sydney to the Gold Coast was shorter than the time spent on the bus traveling from the Gold Coast Airport to my house here in Robina. I hope that brief story clearly sums up my feelings about public transportation here in Surfers.
On a more positive note about the Gold Coast, it was comforting to know that after spending 4 days away, I had a sigh of relief once getting off the plane knowing that I was back home, so to speak. I truly am falling in love with this place and I cannot fathom that I have exactly 1 month and 11 days left.