The End

Final Week: 6/23-6/26

The final in Quantitative Management went well and now school is completely finished! On Tuesday, Chuck and I did some shopping at the Queen Victoria Building downtown where we bought some gifts and I purchased the didgeridoo I’ve wanted all trip; its authentic aboriginal art carved and designed using wood and wax. That night was the premiere of Transformers 2 at midnight in the iMax. As I mentioned in my last entry, we bought tickets ahead of time, which turned out to be a good decision since the shows for the first two days were sold out by the time we arrived for our showing. I’m not the hugest Transformers fan, but seeing a blockbuster action film on the world’s largest screen was pretty awesome. The movie wasn’t great nor did it do the original Transformers series any justice, especially for Chuck who has been a follower from a young age, but it was entertaining enough. The next day was mostly spent sleeping and preparing for my last full day in Sydney. At night Chuck and I went to the fourth floor lounge, hung out with some of the University of Sydney kids, and had a few drinks, after which Chuck went to bed and the rest of us went to Lansdowne across the street. I ended up leaving before the rest so I could get a decent night’s sleep in preparation for a long Thursday.
I woke up at 11am and called Chuck, because we had tentatively planned on going to Tarongo Zoo in the morning before completing our gift shopping at Paddy’s Market in the early evening. It was a beautiful day relative to how rainy and cold it has been for a majority of the past month. We boarded a ferry in Circular Quay, took it across the harbor to the zoo in North Sydney, and got some final pictures of the Harbour Bridge and Opera House along the way. The zoo was pretty big, but nothing spectacular – I honestly didn’t find it much better than the Minnesota Zoo although there were a few more outdoor enclosures. I hadn’t been to a zoo in years either, so it was a nice way to spend the afternoon. We listened to a couple interesting zookeeper ‘talks’ at the Chimpanzee and Giraffe exhibits which were interesting – I could probably spend all of my time at a zoo watching Chimps, but we made the most of our time and visited a few more spots before heading home at 2:30pm. On the way we stopped at Paddy’s Market – I was surprised just looking through my previous blogs that I haven’t even mentioned this place yet. There are about four of them spread throughout New South Wales – each is a large building consisting of hundreds of small tent shops strung together, including large fruit and vegetable markets. Things here are generally sold at wholesale prices, which make it a great place to find souvenirs and affordable items. When my friends had visitors they would always go to the markets since they were within 15-20 minutes of UniLodge and right next to UTS campus. Coincidentally, while we were there we ran into Mike Condon (Luke’s college buddy from Mass that went to Fraser Island with us) so I was able to say goodbye to him. After we got back, I spent a couple hours completing some final tasks, including checking out, completing a couple forms, making final payments, arranging my 10 am taxi, confirming flights, and completing a majority of my packing. Afterwards Luke, Emily, Chuck, Julia, Jocelyn, Chelsea, and I ate dinner at Lansdowne together one last time. It was a very pleasant evening spent mostly at UniLodge drinking and celebrating our time together – additionally, I saw almost everybody I hoped to before leaving, which was a nice bonus. At midnight we wandered to Bar Broadway with the addition Evan and Jeff (U of Sydney and Mojosurf) for a couple more drinks and finished the evening at SideBar. Together we walked home and hung out a bit before saying goodnight and goodbye to Julia, Jocelyn, Chelsea, Jeff, and Evan. I had to wake up early the next morning to finish last minute packing and cleaning. Luke and Emily got up to see Chuck and me off, since we actually left in the same taxi together. Chuck’s excursion isn’t nearly over, but he won’t be seeing anybody from UniLodge for the rest of his time because he’s spending the next month traveling around Australia, New Zealand, and Fiji before going home to Detroit.
Everything went smoothly at the airport this morning and so here I am in Qantas Flight 11 back to Los Angeles. It seems like just a couple weeks ago that I was sitting on my flight out of Minneapolis pondering what awaited me in the journey ahead. I have to say that I really couldn’t have asked for much more out of my time abroad – I did nearly everything I wanted to and met some amazing people. I don’t think I can possibly articulate how special this trip was for me. I learned so much about the world and myself – I gained a true appreciation for other cultures, ways of life, and several things that I had previously taken for granted. It’s amazing how much smaller the world has become – I now have a friend in literally every continent and hope to revisit each one. Successfully traveling halfway around the world and establishing solid social and educational foundations has given me a great deal of confidence in my ability to explore my own horizons and discover all the things this beautiful world has to offer – I have acquired invaluable knowledge and a whole new capacity for self-efficacy. Also worth noting is my increased gratefulness for how precious all of life’s experiences are. No matter how small or insignificant we may consider certain events to be, life is short – there are so many opportunities and relationships we take for granted, but rarely do we consider how quickly it can be taken away. These have been five of the greatest months of my life and probably five of the fastest – I can’t believe it’s over but now I can’t wait to see what’s next. I miss my family and friends enormously and am anxious to reunite and share stories.
This blog wouldn’t be complete without saying some ‘thank-you’s. First of all, I thank all of you who read my blogs and supported me from overseas – this blog is for you and I couldn’t have done it without you. To Mom and Dad – thank you so much for your loving and caring support both before, and throughout the trip. You’re the ones who made this whole thing possible and I love you both so much for always believing in me through the good and the bad – you always keep me motivated and a square head on my shoulders. I owe you both dearly and look forward to paying you back in the years to come. To my brother Jesse – you know I always looked up to you and have always encouraged me to pursue my interests and be confident. And to everyone I met along the way – we have travelled, lived, loved, grown, and struggled together. Our bond has been forged in stone and I will never forget any of you, whether or not we meet again.
Chuck, you were my first and greatest companion in our travels and I am truly grateful to have had your company and unwavering friendship. Luke, you were just as special to have met and I appreciated all the time we were able to hang out and just enjoy life together. Emily, you were always easy to be around and are a great spirit – your and Lukes’ love and energy (although enviable at times) were inspirational and I’m glad that we were able to share some adventures together. Julia, it seemed like our relationship only strengthened with time and I will really miss you – you made me laugh and smile more than anyone and were an absolute joy to be around at all times. And finally Chelsea and Jocelyn – I can throw you two in a package, because you were always around UniLodge together and I will hold some fond memories of each of you and thank you for being there on my last night. To everyone else, it doesn’t seem fair to not mention you because you were all so special to me, but I just know I will see most of you again soon and will be counting the days until that time comes.
Well, our plane is preparing for landing and it’s time I check out. In approximately nine hours I will be back in Minnesota and the journey will officially be over. Thank you all again so much…until we meet again…

THE END

Finals

Weeks 19 & 20: 6/8-6/22

These have definitely been two of the most difficult weeks of the trip. The end is staring me in the face, but all I can do is study. Preparing for the Statistics final was just as overwhelming as I anticipated – Chuck and I spent Monday afternoon in the UTS tower, although he had a Thermodynamics final (very tough class, especially abroad) on Saturday followed by a Fluid Mechanics final Monday. I got a nice surprise Wednesday (6/10) when Brett Tuma called and informed me he was at Scruffy Murphy’s in the CBD down George Street. Brett’s girlfriend (who he was visiting) was the only other familiar face I have seen in Australia, so seeing my longtime friend was a much welcome distraction and began to excite me at the prospect of returning home – we had a few jugs of beer and parted ways. On Friday the World Health Organization announced that Swine Flu had officially become a Pandemic. Coincidentally, by the following Wednesday I had actually began to feel sick and show symptoms – I was coughing, sneezing, had a stuffy nose, and (more than anything) I was simply exhausted. This didn’t bode well for my studies leading into the Stats final, and in fact, I felt so unprepared and tired on the exam date that I decided to skip it. I had already been in contact with my counselor here in Australia earlier in the semester regarding Stats, and he informed me at the time that I could apply for something called ‘special consideration’, which is a form you lodge if you want special consideration on your final grade and have documented rationale. When I first looked at the form online, I also noticed one for an ‘alternate exam sitting request’ and this was actually the one I entered after missing the final. So after a doctor’s appointment (for documentation – and he didn’t even test me for Swine Flu, so I guess I’m in the clear) I lodged the form at the Student Centre, however I was quickly informed that the alternate final exams would occur during the beginning of July (and I’d be gone!), but they recommended I enter the form anyways. I was a little panicked at this point, but the lady helping me was really nice and suggested I contact my Professor directly to work out an alternative option and so this is what I did. I sent him an email explaining the situation, lodged the form for special consideration, and over a week later he finally responded (time of this entry / Monday) and told me that he would just give me a final exam score based on the average of students that had received similar grades to me on the two in-semester assignments or (in other words) he told me that I had passed!
Anyways, the weekend (week 20) came quickly and was spent studying for my last final in Intro to Quantitative Management. Father’s Day was Sunday so I sent Mark a corny animated e-card, but we will be celebrating as a family in earnest next weekend. I had wanted desperately to take one last dive (scuba) this weekend but the trip was cancelled. Scuba diving was definitely the one thing I wish I had done more of, but I’m still glad I got my diving license and plan on doing a lot of diving in the future when I have more time and money. In the mean time, Chuck and I will be seeing Transformers 2, which we picked tickets up for Tuesday at the iMax. The final activity of the weekend was spent with Chuck and the Canadians girls one last time in King’s Cross. These were the first friends I’ve actually had to say goodbye to and it was sad, but I feel as though I’m mentally prepared and believe I will be seeing everyone again making this transitional period tolerable. That’s it for now – my next and final blog will include my adventures in souvenir shopping, my final exam, and last week in Sydney; saying goodbye, leaving, and final comments. Stay tuned…I will see you all VERY soon!

NBA Finals + Sydney Harbour Lights Show

Week 18: 6/1-6/7

Monday involved a lot of writing and not much sleep, but I completed my final essay and so my two social science courses are now officially done. It turned out that the topics and requirements (2000 words and one textual example) for these two final essays were relatively similar, so I ultimately decided to combine them into one essay I wrote about American History X. Since I technically hadn’t handed in a graded paper in twice, I wasn’t breaking any rules. I handed the two copies in Tuesday and Wednesday and spent the remainder of these two days recovering besides training. Everybody else had finished with lectures as well so the weekend involved a lot of bars and celebration. Friday morning Chuck and I went to Cheers Restaurant & Bar down George Street to watch the first game of the NBA Finals. It felt a lot like back home, because Cheers is an American themed bar (based on the show and bar in Boston) and they primarily show American sporting events. We played some pool upstairs and had lunch (I got myself some fish and chips) together. Later in the night, some of us went to Sydney Harbour to view the light show going on. It was pretty cool – differently colored lights all around the area were used to decorate buildings, trees, or whatever else they could think of.

We proceeded to walk across the Harbour Bridge (which you would think I’d have done by now, but haven’t except on a bus) and I got a few more cool views of the harbor from above.

Shortly after stepping foot in North Sydney for the first time I got on a train and rode back home. Next week brings the final national holiday of the year for Australia being the Queen’s Birthday – yes, they celebrate the Queen of England’s birthday as a national holiday. It’s actually expected to be a little colder next week and carry snow to parts of southern Australia, which should make focusing on my studying a little easier. Also, a lot of girls from our hall our going to New Zealand starting Tuesday next week, but on the other hand, Brett just got here today, so I will most likely be spending at least one night with him over the next few days before he goes to Fiji with Danielle on Thursday for a week and a half.

One Month Left

Week 17: 5/25-5/31

Only one month left until my departure June 26th and there’s still so much I haven’t done, even in Sydney. I feel like I’ve done and seen so much in the past four months, which I have, yet I’ve probably only seen about 5% of what Australia has to offer. Consequently, during the week I began to create a list of different things I can still do before leaving. My main goal is to do at least two more dives (scuba) since I got all this expensive snorkeling equipment for my birthday before coming here and have only used it once. Chuck and I have discussed taking the three-day train ride across the outback to Perth in Western Australia for a couple days where I could dive at another beautiful reef off the southwest coast. I would also kind of like to try surfing one more time and could hire a board over there and do that as well. Now that I’m confident driving here I have also thought about driving a car up the Gold Coast north of Sydney. In Sydney itself I have yet to visit: Hunter Valley vineyards, Featherdale Wildlife Park (to revisit some tame kangaroos and wallabies), AU National Maritime Museum, Sydney Aquarium; or see a movie at the world’s largest iMax theater in Sydney Harbour. I will officially begin training for my second Twin Cities Marathon tomorrow giving me exactly 18 weeks to prepare for the October 4th race. Qualifying for Boston Marathon requires that I finish in 3 hours and 10 minutes which would require I cut about 15 minutes off the time I finished in last year. I’ve managed to stay in pretty good shape here although my weight has fluctuated more than it ever has in my life and seen me as high as 180 pounds and now right around 175 pounds (I’ll probably weigh closer to 165 by 10/4). Chuck and I actually completed are first full week’s workouts with four days of running (3 miles) and lifting, and an additional two days of longer runs for me. I know Drew, my roommate back home has also begun training so I look forward to getting back on some familiar tracks. Tomorrow I will write my final essay of the year leaving the following two weeks to study for my final exams in Quantitative Management and Math Stats, but probably just Math Stats. Hopefully I utilize my time well and get a lot done, so I can continue to see and do more. My friend Brett Tuma is visiting Danielle (girlfriend and mutual acquaintance) next week and traveling with her until the following week so it would be fun to hang out and take him around Sydney. Also, tomorrow (June 1) is the first official day of winter. Temperatures will generally see highs in the 60’s until my June 26th departure. Below, I've posted a couple more pictures of campus...they're both

taken from the same spot (one facing left and one right) in the Alumni Green behind the tower building.

Work + Sydney Swans

Weeks 15 & 16: 5/11-5/24

Well you are now pretty much finally caught up to the present! Congratulations and thank you if you read everything until now. Last week I got my Quantitative Management group assignment grade with a 10/10 and the comment “Thorough and technically correct…very lovely”…Whoop! At least three of my four classes are going well! Anyways, any time not spent working on my second 4000 words journal entry for Social Theory due the following week (16) or the presentation due in class Tuesday was essentially spent organizing pictures, writing blogs, in the gym, in my room, or at the bar. On Saturday, however, I did make it to another AFL game between our Sydney Swans and West Coast Eagles at ANZ stadium. The Swans won in another close game.

This past week was really slow for once and even my Statistics lectures were cancelled (a gift). I got sick and wasn’t sure what it was at first, but it went away in three days and by tomorrow morning I plan on being back to 100%. I’m so excited to be caught back up on blogs and nearing the pre-finals break/study period. If all goes to plan, I will be contacting all of you (friends and family) in some fashion over the course of the week and look forward to catching up with you as well. This time, I'll leave you with a picture of my German study budy Hannes on his laptop inside one of the UTS buildings we frequent to work.

Luke Vincent's 21st + Fraser Island

Week 14: 5/4 – 5/10

Okay, so a little more going on again this week. To start the week, I worked on a group assignment for my Quantitative Management class which involved developing linear programs in Microsoft Excel and writing a report discussing the results. More importantly however, this was the week of Luke Vincent’s 21st birthday, so needless to say, a lot partying and celebrating to report. It began Tuesday night with Tequila shots (something Luke despises, but we poked fun at him for not taking some earlier in the trip) and ended up with us at Scruffy Murphy’s where we counted down the hours to midnight; even though the drinking age is legally 18 here, people in AU still celebrate their twenty-first, and we would learn the reason why later in the week. It turns out that before Vietnam, the drinking age was 21 in Australia as well, but about the same time the United States temporarily changed it to 18, so did Australia, but they never went back. Anyway the time came, we cheered and I joined Luke in the drinking of his first ever ‘Jaggerbomb’ I was more than happy to supply; Luke doesn’t remember it, but it at least it will always be a special moment to me… The next night began and ended on a lot better terms for the official celebration of his birthday – we just went to Lansdowne across the street for convenience and we all bought Luke some shots. Despite the two nights of celebration, the best part of the week had yet to come.

We left early Friday morning for Fraser Island, the largest sand island in the world off the eastern coast north of Brisbane. Ten of us (Me, Luke, Emily, Jenna, Lauren, Liz, Julia, Christina with her friend Kristin, and Luke’s friend Mike from Boston) boarded a plane with our carryon luggage and nothing more than a reservation at a hostel that Emily (who booked it) couldn’t initially remember the name for. When we arrived we discussed as a group our options – the thing that nearly everybody does in coming to Fraser Island is rent a 4-Wheel Drive Off-Road SUV full of camping equipment and rough it around the island at various campsites for a few days to a week. We only had Friday-Monday morning and renting these vehicles generally requires at least a week’s advanced notice, which we obviously hadn’t done. Before leaving the airport, we called every single company that offered 9+ sized SUVs, and somehow managed to find one available for use Saturday. Well, Emily remembered the hostel’s name so we grabbed the next available taxi van and went there. It was nice having our own room at a hostel, but it was really quiet while we were there, so it really wouldn’t have made much of a difference being separate. After grabbing some lunch at the beachside grill across the street, we went and got all of our groceries and supplies necessary for driving around Fraser Island the next two days. To make it clear, we weren’t actually on Fraser Island already, but along the coast. I got to know Mike better as we played some Frisbee on the beach and afterwards hung out at the pool while Luke and Emily got picked up and went in to the rental center to watch a video and take care of paperwork for our excursion.

A couple hours later Luke and Emily got back in disarray. It turned out the truck had a manual transmission, which Luke couldn’t drive so this, along with the video they were shown, scared Emily. At this point, it seemed like the trip wasn’t going to happen, because in the contract it required we have two licensed drivers’ names on it. Although I can drive a stick shift, I didn’t have my American driver’s license, so a new challenge arose. Nobody else was twenty one or able to drive. After some thinking, I realized I could get a copy of my ID because I knew exactly where in my room it was and could authorize my friend (Chuck), who ironically couldn’t come on the trip because of a project, to enter my room (fortunately it was still early enough in the night for the front desk to be open). He procured the ID and had the front desk at UniLodge fax it to the front desk of the hostel I was staying. After 20 minutes, it still hadn’t arrived, so Chuck ultimately had to take a picture and email it to the hostel. They finally received it and printed it off for me. Luke immediately called the company supplying the SUV, because they had until before it closed to let them know if we wanted to cancel or not. Of course it was closed, so Luke got the hold of a late night emergency line, and after explaining the situation was told that we should be able to replace Luke with me as the second driver. Early the next morning, Luke called first thing and found out our pickup to go and get the SUV was already on its way. Emily, Luke, and I went to the center, I gave them my license information, and I watched the video. It wasn’t bad and basically all common sense precautionary warnings along with some others unique to the island to be aware of. It discussed how to navigate the sand roads of the island, driving etiquette, and to never feed or touch Dingoes which inhabited the island – it can be a $1000 on-the-spot fine if you get caught doing it. I paid close attention to everything and learned a little bit, but most of it was self explanatory. We then had the truck pulled up front for us where we inspected it for any preexisting damage and got a quick rundown in the front seat before taking off. I was the first t drive and found the transition to the left side of the road much less difficult than I anticipated. Driving manually was the same except I was shifting with my left hand, which I preferred more actually because I could steer with my right. Our next major concern was that this van was a nine-person SUV which had been converted from initially being an eight-person – we also, told the company we had only nine people (which we didn’t :-/). This never gave us any problems because we just took the SUV off by ourselves with just the three of us and picked the rest up at the hostel. We packed up all of our gear, filled the tanks with Diesel, and set off to the barge that would be taking us across the channel to the island. Backing the big SUV into the barge was little awkward from the opposite side of the car at first, but my valet experience came into effect and helped me park it snug. After the thirty or so minute cruise, we got back into the van and started on to the island. Driving was actually a lot of fun through the bumpy, off-road paths.

Signs were all over the island and the company we rented from provided us with a huge map along with an entire itinerary of what we could do in our two days if we chose to follow it. We pretty much stuck to it the whole time: first stop was at little forest walk where we saw a crystal clear creek running (literally could see directly through to the sand basin); second was amazing Lake Mackenzie which was also crystal clear, it felt like I was swimming in drinking water, and where we had lunch; our third and final stop for the night was at our campsite, which were scattered all over the island.

At about 5pm we had to be off the beach with our SUV anyway, because it was dark and the tide was starting to creep in, and getting any excessive amount of salt water on the electrical wiring beneath the car would result in damages (not to mention getting the car bogged down on the beach). First things first, we set our tents and prepared everything before it got too dark and we were too uncoordinated to accomplish anything. We spent all night around the van with our little gas burner as the only source of light beside the moon that came out much later. Actually, it looked like a storm huge storm was going to clip us for a long time, but it eventually made its way north of us. A lot of drinking and playing along the beach ensued – it was hot dogs for dinner and a sandy salad, because getting sand in absolutely every crevice was unavoidable. Most went to bed before 10pm because we decided we wanted to get up at the crack of dawn the next morning to watch the sun come up behind another infamous ship wreck that was on shore about 20 minutes further north.

The clouds made this rather disappointing, but the view out over the ocean in the morning was still just as beautiful as ever. We went to one more site before the tide came back in for the morning called The Pinnacles which are some tall stone formations that have been weathered by sand and wind to reveal a cool, streaky, layered pattern in the cliff face. We napped until the tide went back out and drove down to another crystal clear creek that we could swim in, but we decided we rather go to a lake to spend the last few hours before catching the barge ride back. The lake we initially planned to stop at turned out to not be very conveniently located, so we ended up back at Lake Mackenzie for an early morning swim. Oh, I almost forgot to mention the Dingo citing we made while packing our tents in the morning. As we were loading the SUV, a pack of four or five Dingos calmly trotted past the front and continued down the beach in the moon light. The reason I remember this is because I saw another lone Dingo in the parking lot as I was changing by myself back at Lake Mackenzie. Unfortunately, my camera had just run out of batteries, but he walked right past me and I was able to observe him up close, which was very cool – this was a great way for me to cap our time on the island. Emily drove us back to the barge and I had my first experience of riding in the very back of the cramped SUV and quickly understood why people were getting sick sitting back there after the long intervals of off-road driving. The barge returned to mainland some time before sundown, we dropped everybody back off at the hostel, and returned the SUV. Of course, when we brought it back in, the mechanic that first inspected it saw that it was still in four-wheel-drive which is apparently “very bad” to do for even short stretches on paved roads. He was “certain” that there would be damages when the lead mechanic came in the next morning for inspection and said we should just hope it’s low. We tried to not worry about the fact that we might get swindled, and enjoyed a long overdue hearty meal with everybody after we got brought back. To further distract ourselves, we brought the remainder of our goon (boxed-wine, remember?) down to the beach and engaged in some hilarious activities including burying all of our feet in sand and taking pictures of it. Another early morning brought us back to the airport and home to Sydney.

Week 13...and That's It

Week 13: 4/27-5/3

Well, break is over and it’s time to face reality – I had a long overdue Journal entry that I got an unspecified extension for, but not wanting to push my instructor’s leniency, I sat down and cranked out 3000 more words. It’s stressful getting back into things – I am way behind on my blogs, still lost in Statistics, and playing catch up in Social Theory. Not to mention, my time here is beginning to near its end and there are still so many things I would like to, do even in Sydney. The only noteworthy event of the week occurred at the end of week when we decided spur of the moment to organize a city scavenger hunt. We convened in Julia’s room and made a long list of items that you can find in any large metropolitan city. It began with great excitement but soon we discovered we hadn’t prepared it well enough and that there were too many discrepancies which ultimately resulted in us meeting at Three Monkeys Bar. That’s it, can you believe it? I threw in a picture of UTS for your enjoyment!

Melbourne

Week 12: 4/20-4/26

I spent the next week recovering from the long trip and preparing for the next one to Melbourne. It was another wild weekend – our flight left around 5:30am Friday morning, so I actually never went to sleep Thursday night. The hour and a half hour flight landed in Avalon airport, which is the smaller domestic airport further outside of Melbourne than the main one. By the time we got to our hostel in the southern suburb of St. Kilda, I was ready to pass out, but our rooms weren’t available to us yet, nor would it be for another couple hours. Danielle, Alli, and I strolled around the quaint little town of St. Kilda and took in the less touristy shops and cafes and eventually found one to sit down at and have some breakfast. We got back to the hotel and when I went to our room, one of the mattresses was finally available, so I took a nap as the girls went downtown to the markets in the city and did a little site-seeing. One of the main things I wanted to do while here was attend an Australian Football League (or AFL) match. It’s the Aussie equivalent of American football, but is completely different – I would describe it as a combination of rugby, soccer, and American Football; so, when the girls got back and woke me up, we proceeded to order three tickets to the ANZAC day match between Essendon and Collingwood (two suburbs of Melbourne) at the Melbourne cricket grounds. ANZAC (Australia and New Zealand Army Corps) day is an Australian and New Zealand day of remembrance to honor all those who died in the Battle of Gallipoli in Turkey during WWII, but now is just a general memorial day for anybody who has served in military operations for Australia. Every year a large Aussie Rules football match is held at the MCG and usually draws a large attendance. When we told other people in our hostel that we got tickets a day before the game they were amazed and it turned out we even had really good seats. That night we took a bus ride from our hostel to the CBD and caught one of many trams to a street off of which was a micro-brewery. Trams (or trolleys) are still the main form of transportation around the city and Melbourne is continuing its efforts to expand the tracks. The brewery (Mountain Goat Brewery) was essentially in a dark back street and housed in a warehouse building. Apparently it operates as a regular brewery during the day, and then at night, they clear the entry floor, set up tables and furniture, and serve their beer and pizza to order. At night we went to a bar on Brunswick Street which I can’t remember the name of (which shows you how much I liked it) for “90’s Night”, but really involved very little 90’s music, but instead mostly remixes of classic 90’s dance music. The drink prices here were outrageous and it was very overcrowded and not very interesting. The next day we got up around 10am, ate breakfast, and caught a tram to the Melbourne Cricket Grounds. Before leaving, a roommate of ours at the hostel was surprised to hear we were planning on buying tram tickets because “NOBODY in Melbourne buys tram tickets”. Against my better judgment, I took his advice and none of us bought tickets. As luck would have it we pull up to one of the stops and I see two uniformed men with a clipboard who appear to be possible transit workers. The doors closed and I thought I dodged a bullet, but before the tram could take off, they approached the doors and knocked for them to be opened. It was a routine inspection and everybody was asked to show their tram tickets. I was sitting in a seat across the aisle from the girls so we were asked by separate officers for our tickets. They played the ‘ignorant tourist’ card which worked for them, because they had their passports and American IDs. I unfortunately decided to carry on me only my Australian ID, and was given a fine of $165. It isn’t due until June 21 and with the appeal that I will be entering, it won’t be due (if at all) until after June 26, when I leave the country, however I understand most cases like mine are overturned anyway. Needless to say, this put a damper on the mood for a while, but it was soon forgotten when we reached our seats at the match. They were about 11 rows back from the field and provided a great view. It was an awesome match that went right down to the wire and the huge stadium (probably the biggest I’ve ever been in one) was nearly sold out. The attendance for the match was somewhere around 86,000 (or approximately 2.5% of Melbourne’s population) and that atmosphere was electric. In the final minutes the skies opened up, and as the rain intensified, so did the pace and intensity of the match – a last minute goal by Essendon sealed the victory for them in an exciting finish. After the game we went to Crown Casino and Hotel just down the Yarra River from the MCG. It’s the biggest casino in Australia, so we spent a little time gambling here before making our way home and into bed.

Sunday we took a tour of the Great Ocean Road – the greatest tourist attraction near Melbourne which everybody is supposed to do while visiting the city. It really was a beautiful trip that began with crossing the largest bridge in Australia and continued along the rocky cliff faces of the Great Ocean Road. The conditions were cold and rainy which made visibility awful but really brought the ocean to life. Our tour guide was a cool kiwi and knew a lot of interesting things about the Great Ocean Road. He managed to keep us engaged even while the windows fogged up from the cooler, humid air outside. He told us stories of an infamous ship wreck and the meaning behind the Twelve Apostles rock formations. Our first stop of the tour was at the official entrance to the Great Ocean Road which is marked by a huge wooden overhang on the road. After getting some cold and rainy pictures, we hopped back in the van and made our way to our next stop at an old lighthouse. The lens in it has been functioning for about 100 years, but when it goes out it will cost thousands of dollars to replace because it was made using a special formulation that has since been lost. Nearby is also the location of an international surf competition at a place called Bell’s Beach (where surfing began) – surprisingly when I went up in the rafters overlooking the beach I saw about 20 surfers out in the water despite the unpleasantly cold conditions. It was a little bit of a ride to our next stop at a rainforest walk that brought us through some very old forest. We stopped for lunch at a little café and I had the best fruit salad I’ve ever had…I mean, besides yours Mom. Next was the main attraction, the Twelve Apostles – at this point the sun had been peeking through here and there so we were able to enjoy some amazing views.

After that we drove another 20 or 30 minutes to the site of the great ship wreck – there were only 2 survivors (a man and a woman) and there’s a great long story that I won’t get into. The final leg of the journey brought us to a site known as the London Bridge, because of the rock formations resemblance. Our guide was very excited about this stop because under the given conditions the waves over the rocks would be enormous; he actually got out and took pictures despite having done this same tour for three or so years now. The waves were great, but they had been great at every stop so far – they would actually rise up when they broke into the cliff faces and engulf the entire front tip in a misty haze. It seemed like it would rise in slow motion and was really cool to see.
Thus begins the long ride home. We made one stop for dinner and about three hours later we were dropped back off at our hostel. It was an early night because the girls had to get up very early to catch their flights – we originally booked to leave all together at about 12pm, but Danielle realized she had to be back for a presentation by early Monday afternoon. I woke up the next morning, got my tram ticket, caught my shuttle to Avalon airport, and flew back to Sydney.

Thailand!

Week 11: 4/11 – 4/19

The trip began on a sour note when we learned Friday night (right after completing my blog) that Thailand has a law prohibiting people with passports expiring within six months of arrival from entering the country. It began when we got word that a friend of ours had been denied from boarding a flight to Bali for the same reason. The whole problem with this regulation was that Jocelyn’s passport expires in July, thus prohibiting her from boarding the plane to Thailand. Julia and Jocelyn frantically searched for a way to remedy the situation, and Jocelyn spent all night contacting American and Thai embassies to get an answer. Most were closed or unable to help, so Julia and her went to STA Travels (where we booked our flights and tours) to ask about it and were told that it is primarily up to the airline. As a result, Jocelyn tagged along and I was optimistic she would get on the flight. We left UniLodge Saturday afternoon around 3pm and rode a ‘Maxi Taxi’ to the international airport terminal. All of us packed as lightly as possible, bringing only two carryons and checking no luggage – it made it a lot quicker and easier to get through customs since we didn’t have to wait for our luggage (and consequently wait in line longer). We made it through the first customs without any problems and we thought we were in the clear because it required us showing our passports. Then, when it came time to find our gate, all four of us got a page over the loudspeaker to see the desk at our terminal. We again showed our passports one by one and when it came Jocelyn’s turn, the clerk got a funny look on his face and we all immediately knew what was about to happen. He basically told her what we already discovered and called the front desk to reconfirm and have an airport escort come to take Jocelyn back out through customs. It put a damper on the mood but since we prepared for the possibility we tried to maintain positive attitudes and geared up to embark on our adventure. It was an eight hour flight; we arrived in Bangkok Saturday night and took our first cab ride to Royal Hotel where we spent the first four nights and days. We went to bed early in preparation for our first excursion which required that we be in the lobby and ready to go by 6:30am. Below is a view from our balcony.

It was called the “City Tour & Grand Palace” but was essentially entirely at the Grand Palace, which was fine because there was plenty to see. We hopped in a private van and took a short ride to start the tour and we got our first glimpses of the active streets of Bangkok. They’re lined with markets and full of taxis and thuk-thuks which are the motorbike-style taxis that are common here and generally more expensive (especially for unsuspecting tourists). It’s easy to lose track of how much you’re spending here because everything’s so cheap and the prices are so different. The conversion rate was at 30 Thai Baht per America dollar and you could get a good meal for about 200 Baht. Anyway, the palace was beautiful and extremely intricate (and I can’t overemphasize this point enough) – the temples were totally decorated with gold leaf and jewels and the interior walls were covered with detailed paintings. They had staff on the grounds that are constantly cleaning and maintaining the temples and statues. A long time ago this was also home to the King of Thailand, but now the only activity is the ramped tourism along with many Buddhist monks worshipping in the temples and occasional political events.

It is a very sacred and holy place to the Thai people, so there was a military shed on the grounds as well as several specialized, white-uniformed guards were at the gates to certain areas of the King’s Palace. They also enforced a dress code that required the knees and shoulders to be covered at all times. I was okay with the automatic rifles, but wearing denim jeans in Thailand during their hottest days of the year was nearly unbearable for me. The 90+ degree temperature wasn’t as bad as the 95% humidity which made it pretty much impossible for me to stop sweating. The sun and lack of air flow between the un-air-conditioned buildings just intensified the affect, but I came to Thailand mentally prepared for a change in climate, so I handled it alright. Also, I could look forward to the air-conditioned rides in the van between stops on the tour where they would provide us with ice-cold, wet towellettes. Anyway, the grounds were absolutely packed, because as I mentioned in a previous blog ages ago, this was a day before the three day, annual Water Festival celebration. It’s a celebration of the Thai New Year which is based off the life and death of Siddhartha Buddha (rather than in the way of the conventional Christian calendar system – although this is still obviously acknowledged as the standard format). Many Thai people had already begun their vacations at this point, and in addition to the many tourists who visit the grounds daily, there were a lot of people. One of the first temples we entered (which, like all the temples, we had to take our hats and footwear off to enter) was home to the second largest “reclining” Buddha statue in Thailand. It was completely covered in gold leaf and was very impressive, especially considering its age and intricacy. Again, the walls, floors, and ceiling were all decorated with detailed paintings and artwork – even the feet of the Buddha had symmetrical, granite designs.

One of the next temples we entered allowed no photography and is called The Royal Monastery of the Emerald Buddha. Inside is a large throne of gilded-carved wood on top of which is the sacred jade Buddha that carries with it a long history that began in 1434, when it was first discovered. Three times a year, at the change of seasons, a ceremony presided over by the King occurs where the Buddha’s costume is changed according to the upcoming season (Summer, Rainy Season, and Winter). After completing our tour of the Grand Palace, we made our way to another temple nearby that’s made from imported Italian marble to ensure its longevity. It was at this point that we first encountered evidence of the political riots which were taking place at the time. Across the creek from the Marble temple were red shirts hanging out to dry (probably from protestors camping in the area), which is the color of the demonstrators in support of the previously ousted Prime Minister. The opposition (yellow shirts) was in support of the current Prime Minister and the country has been divided for quite a while. There was supposed to be an annual Asian summit meeting in Bangkok while we were here, but it was cancelled due to the demonstrators’ occupation of the areas surrounding the capital building. I’m sure the American media had a field day, but things weren’t as bad as they seemed. Bangkok is an ENORMOUS city, so it was relatively easy to avoid trouble if you kept your eyes open and used some common sense.
The last stop of this particular tour was at a little tourist trap, gem factory. I found it very funny, since it really didn’t have anything to do with Thai culture or the tour itself, but was obviously a common destination for foreign white tourists on these little tours. We were immediately escorted to a side room which contained a small screen and informational video about the gems this place produced, how they were mined, polished, and incorporated into the various items they sold. They gave us some complimentary sodas and upon finishing the video, literally escorted us around the shop. As we left the room, I looked back to see a new small group of white tourists being ushered in behind us.

We were obviously not very interested in purchasing anything here, but we actually ran into some friends from back in Sydney who also live at UniLodge – this kind of thing has just kept happening since leaving the US, and it continues to amaze me. On the way back to the hotel, we saw more armed military personnel along the streets in addition to a large police outpost located at one of the intersections peripherally to the demonstration. That night we took a taxi ride to the busy CBD and visited a tailor that had been recommended to us by one of our neighbors in UniLodge (Dave from previous post), because his brother, Sanny, owns the place. He was very hospitable offering us free drinks and food as we browsed some catalogues and the selection of fabrics that lined the shop walls. On the way downtown another random encounter involved us seeing the cab driver that had given us a ride to our hotel from the airport the previous night, which is the equivalent to randomly seeing the same cab driver in LA that you had the prior night. Anyway, we had decided before leaving Australia to get suits or at least a couple tailored goods during our visit, since Thailand is known for its cheap tailoring and along with the favorable conversion rate and our connection to the owner, made for an amazing deal. I ended up choosing two fabrics for suits and two more for dress shirts. For a total of approximately US$400 I got linen and poly-fiber cotton fitted suits, two dress shirts, and two complimentary silk ties (with matching cuff links) thrown in for good measure. We got sized and while they were preparing our coats for the first fitting, we visited a nearby traditional Thai restaurant that Sanny recommended. He gave us a list of some good Thai dishes to order (which were served in the traditional family-style way where each entrée served two to three people) and had his lead tailor guide us to the restaurant. On the way, we were already starting to get sprayed with water guns and buckets of water, which was what happens during the Water Festival. It’s quite a bit different than what you’d eat at an American Thai restaurant, especially the Pad Thai noodles, but very good. When we finished we had a little bit of time to browse the street-side shops lined with knock-off DVDs, watches, and other merchandise. By the time we made it back to the tailor’s our mock-ups were ready for their first fittings. A few adjustments were made and then we went back to the hotel for the night and went to bed in preparation for another early morning – we were to go back to the shop the following evening at the same time for our pants and shirts fittings and any final adjustments.

The next day’s tour was the River Kwai and Tiger Temple. Our van again arrived at 6:30am and took us to their central building where we transferred to a larger bus with other tourists. This was a longer trip and I turned out to be the only one of us that decided not to bring their iPod, although Chuck was generous enough to share his headphones. We made our first stop at a WWII memorial museum near the River Kwai that contained displays and information about the railway connecting Thailand to Burma that was built using POW slave labor in alliance with Japanese forces – also on the grounds was a grave yard for POW casualties. One of the interesting things I read while in the museum was how the often disgruntled Thai slave drivers would allow the POW soldiers to have private burial ceremonies and would even attend the ceremonies themselves to pay respect. The bridge over the River Kwai (which carried the historic track across the river) met its wartime end after several attempted aerial bombings. The reconstructed steel bridge was the next stop on the tour and provided some great views of the river.

Like every other tourist destination in the country, many tent shops were open nearby. Chuck bought a football-sized wooden elephant head carving and I spotted some decent Ray-Ban replicas and decided to try my hand at some old fashioned bargaining… okay, so this got old really quick, because it generally entailed the same faulty process: make an offer, get given a much higher counter-offer, offer half of that, and then eventually meet somewhere in the middle. Tourism plays a vital role in their economy, so a lot of money is made from exploiting both them and Thailand’s lax regulatory policies. Anyway I managed to swindle a 20 Baht deal (so about $5 or $6) and felt confident with the purchase. Next stop was the Tiger Temple which was both amazing and depressing. There were tons of wild animals all over including a peacock, some deer, and what must have been at least 30 relatively ‘tame’ tigers. By that I mean they fed them these little white tablets the whole time as a bunch of trained volunteers tended them underneath the trees they were chained to. I’m pretty sure they aren’t always chained up, because they have several separate enclosures in the area as well. I was able to touch and get right next to the largest cat in the world and definitely was an unforgettable experience. There was a monk there who apparently lived here and tended for some of the tigers and he took us down to another area where if you paid 1500 Baht, you could get your picture taken with one of the REALLY drugged up tiger’s heads on your lap. All the tiger’s in this area seemed particularly listless and unresponsive – trainers would just drag the tigers by their tails to reposition them and were continually watering them down to keep the cool and hydrated. Below, a tiger kitten is playing with one of the volunteers.

It was another long ride back to downtown Bangkok, where we got dropped off back at the tailors in time for our fittings. We did a little more shopping downtown before going home again for the night. It turned out our hotel was located across the street from the central hub of activity for the Water Festival which was basically lining a small side street called Kosan Road. We walked up and down the strip to check it out and got thoroughly soaked along the way. We stopped for a drink at a bar along the way and went directly to sleep after another long day and in preparation for another.

Day three of the trip was spent in the Floating Markets. Our van today included just one other person, by the name of Rich, but he kept referring to himself as Richie Rich. This was only the beginning with this guy – Rich or Richie or whatever was from California; a retired, sixty-year-old, NWA employee; and self-proclaimed hippie and restaurant owner. He turned out to be one of the more self-absorbed, fake people I’ve met since leaving, but it made things more interesting. He tried really hard to impress us with awkward and unfunny juvenile humor and all of his valuable wisdom about living, retirement, and financial independence (basically, about how great he thought his life was). The tour was beautiful and involved a boat ride through the canals that led to the actual market area. A bunch of houses were built on stilts and elevated above the water along the way and we stopped to look at another large Buddha statue off a short distance to the side of the canal. The markets were also very pretty and full of fresh fruits and more shopping tents.

We left the markets and went to the second portion of the tour at the Royal Rose Gardens, which is an extremely expensive vacation destination outside Bangkok. Here we had some lunch and walked through a few shops before sitting down for an Elephant and Thai Traditional show. I bought another bracelet here which has beads made from fish bone which I found particularly attractive as a souvenir. The elephant show was very cool – both before and after the show I was able to get right up next to and touch the giant, intelligent creatures. I stared at one right in the eye and could really sense an intelligent and emotional being stirring below its surface staring back at me. The Thai traditional show included a small Thai kick-boxing demonstration, as well as the performances of custom dances, sword fighting, and a traditional Thai wedding.

On the way back into Bangkok, we made one final stop at a teak wood-carving shop and watched some really amazing pieces of artwork being made from large pieces of wood. A wide variety of works were for sale at relatively good prices from a respectable source, so I opted to purchase someone a gift here.
We said goodbye to Rich and got our final fittings at Sanny’s shop and discussed plans for dinner. We wanted to wear our new formal wear and have a nice dinner at a quality restaurant, so this time Sanny suggested we go to the rooftop on the 55th floor of a newly constructed hotel in Bangkok. The view was amazing and the place turned out to be very professional and classy with some terrific food. My salmon and drinks turned out to be only about US$40 which is a steal considering the quality – a live piano player and singer performed which was connected to the outdoor patio speakers which is where we were seated.
The next day was Chuck’s last day in Thailand, because he had to be back for a friend that was arriving the next day from the US. We checked out before noon, left our bags behind the counter in the lobby, and went to a very large shopping center downtown (approximately half the shopping size of Mall of America?) and did a little more gift shopping. On our way back, we saw more soldiers and a bus completely burned down to the frame being towed down the street in front of our hotel. When we got back, the King was apparently on his way to our hotel for tea, which I guess he does quite frequently. I believe it is the oldest hotel in Bangkok, and that is the only reason I would see possible for the King frequenting it (and hence called Royal Hotel). While we were in our rooms, some cleaning attendants knocked on our door and asked if someone was standing on our balcony facing the front of the building, because we couldn’t be out there when the King arrived, but they had gone to the wrong room. Anyway, before leaving, we decided to get some Traditional Thai Massages in the bottom floor of our hotel which went at 200 Baht for a 60 minute massage. We had no idea what we were getting ourselves into and I’ll basically leave it at that. I was contorted and bent in ways I didn’t previously consider possible and was asked repeatedly after finishing, “Happy? Happy?” I said, “Yeah, I’m happy, that was good” until after responding for about the third time in a more audible and encouraging manner, she began laughing and shushed me (referring to staff outside the door that might hear me) and I quickly realized what was going on. Making things slightly more awkward, this fifty-plus year-old masseuse stood and talked to me as she watched me change out of the hospital scrubs they had us wear and into my clothes (thankfully I decided to keep my underwear on under the scrubs). It was another memorable and relatively funny event to cap off our time in Bangkok. The four of us got ready and went to the airport where we split ways with Chuck and hopped our two hour flight to Phuket, an island off the south-west coast of Thailand. We arrived at our hotel (Patong Lodge) late at night, got situated, and went to bed.
We woke up late and enjoyed our complimentary buffet breakfast at the last possible minute (stopped at 10am) and casually made our plans for the week. By the time we accomplished this, it was too late to do much besides the tour that our hotel offered, which turned out to be a guy in his own little 1980s, 4-door sedan that spoke very little English. He was really nice though and took us on a decent tour of Phuket and the surrounding areas, including the touristy town of Patong where we were staying. We got some beautiful pictures of the cities from on top of some rolling hills and lookouts and walked through another temple in Phuket. This was nowhere near as grandeur as the Bangkok City Palace, but equally intricate and adorned with jewels and gold. The most interesting part of Phuket to me was all the wild dogs. I have no idea how they got here or multiplied in such numbers, but they are absolutely everywhere – some were healthy, some were emaciated and mangy, and some were quite comfortable around (if not completely oblivious to) people. I love animals, so I had no personal problems with wild dogs running around, and resisted any urge to pet or feed them.

We watched the sunset over the ocean at night which turned out to be amazing and set our feet in the water to discover it was probably 80 or 90 degrees and the warmest sea water I have ever felt. I can’t remember our guide’s name anymore, but we thanked and tipped him for his tour of the city.
Day five was our largest excursion in Phuket – we took a long bumpy van ride through the tropical jungles surrounding us. Phuket is absolutely the most beautiful place I have visited – its natural beauty combined with the exotic culture and unique city centers were awe-inspiring. Once we reached our destination, we split from the main group and started one of two activities we would be participating in at the site. The first was some tame whitewater rafting – we didn’t have to do much and didn’t see anything exceptionally ‘rapid’, but it was my first time and I had a lot of fun. After this, we all convened at the main canopy for lunch and to see videos and pictures that were taken of us during our rafting adventures. Also here was somebody’s little pet monkey chained up out front that we could interact and play with. It was the cutest, most amazing creature I have ever seen and something I always dreamed of doing, so it was a special experience for me. It was just like a little baby human – I had a little bit of water still in my bottle from the trip out so I opened and extended towards the monkey and he immediately recognized I was offering him water. He walked up to me and grabbed my wrist with one little hand, the mouth of the bottle with other, and drank some of the water.

The next and final activity was an elephant ride. By now, I had seen enough of animals in captivity, so I actually just felt bad sitting on the elephant as he trudged through deep mud and thick brush along the same little path that [s]he probably traverses several times each day – I still valued the experience, but I don’t think it’s something I’d do again.
We made one more stop on the way home at a place called the Monkey Cave. This was another awesome experience for me, because this time we were able to interact with real wild monkeys in a relatively natural habitat. These monkeys however, are sustained by the tourists that come here on a daily basis and feed them bananas and peanuts that are for sale at cart stands scattered throughout the small area in front of the rock face which comprises the cave. I bought a little of each and the monkeys would come right up to you and take it from your hand. Some of the smaller and younger ones were intimidate by the elders, but if you approached a group of young ones you could make sure they got some too without a big one scaring them off and stealing it. Some were trusting enough to sit right on your knee and even hold your hand for a little while if you fed it. We had planned on going to a famous carnival in Phuket known as Fantasea, but since the main attraction is the “largest elephant show on earth”, we decided it wasn’t worth the money and opted to enjoy a nice cheap dinner and the Elvis show that was happening in the bar and restaurant in our hotel. It was probably one of the funniest things I’ve ever seen – this awkward Thai performer dressed up as Elvis and actually sang several songs along to the tune of some sort of synthesized polyphonic electrical version of the music. During a rendition of “Are You Lonely Tonight?” he walked around from table to table asking people if they were lonely. There were probably like 12 people in the entire patio, and hardly anybody was paying attention, which made the situation even more humorous to me.

After a couple drinks, we hopped in a thuk-thuk and rode down to the main strip in Patong. We had our dinner at an Italian style restaurant where I enjoyed a tall Heineken and large pizza. Afterwards, we wandered the bustling little town and stopped at several bars and enjoyed some more live American music covers.
We took the next day easy and spent most of the daylight hours at the beach. Although there is no hole in the ozone here, the sun is equally intense seeing as how we were almost directly on top the equator during the hottest time of year. Despite lathering sun screen, we all got a little burned by the time we were done. Jumping in the water wasn’t very satisfying either, considering it was about as warm as the hot water at the hotel. Tonight we had dinner at a different hotel in Patong, which had some good specials on their steak dinners. Here I had my first taste of a Thai beer called Chang beer – it had a fruity flavor, but it wasn’t overbearing and tasted pretty good. We spent the rest of the night at bar called Scruffy Murphy’s which ironically (or not?) the same name of an Irish pub we occasionally go to in Sydney. Anyway, while we were here, we had a firsthand encounter with a prostitution negotiation going on down the table from us. Two Thai girls who couldn’t have been more than 16 years old were pretty blatantly negotiating terms with a 30-some-year-old man who we overheard saying that one of the girls wasn’t “worth 1000 baht”. The drink special of the evening was 120 baht double vodka redbulls so I enjoyed about four of these while observing the situation. We ended up leaving before anything developed, but prostitutes were all over the place, so it really wasn’t that surprising. Employees of the “gentlemen” clubs would go around offering your choice of an entire listed selection (with pictures) of the women of their establishment. We had planned on staying out and visiting a few clubs before going to bed, but we were all pretty tired and decided to get some extra rest since we’d be checking out the next day at 10am.
After checking out, we left our luggage with the receptionist, and wore our swimwear down to the beach where we spent the next few hours killing time before leaving for the airport to catch our evening flight back to Bangkok. I ate some Thai McDonald’s for lunch and now have officially had McDonald’s in four different countries! We went back to the hotel, changed quickly, and since we failed to reserve a taxi in advance, we had to opt for a 40 minute Thuk-thuk ride all the way to the airport. At times I was afraid the little motor was going to give out, but it didn’t and the ride was actually quite scenic and relaxing. We got back into Bangkok pretty late, caught a taxi to the Bangkok Palace where we would be spending our final day, aloed up our burns, and went to sleep.
Of course, we only had until noon the next day to check out, so once again we left our luggage at the front desk. We ate another large complimentary buffet breakfast and spent the day back at the mall. I bought a few more gifts and we went back to the hotel. Our eight hour flight back to Australia left early in the evening (local time) and as usual, I couldn’t sleep at all. By the time we got back to UniLodge, I was exhausted – it was still early in the morning (Monday) and so I took about an eight hour nap before unpacking and resituating. What an amazing trip though – unforgettable.

Fifa Soccer + The Golden Slipper

Week 9 & 10: 3/30 – 4/10

It was a busy week 9 preparing for my final week of classes (week 10) before the midterm and leaving for Thailand. I’ve been on track with my adjustments in lifestyle, but these two weeks were extremely busy and stressful. The only activity week 9 was a Fifa World Cup Qualifier soccer match between Australia and Uzbekistan at ANZ Stadium. It was a slow first half with no goals scored, but in the second, the action picked up. Australia scored the first goal with a header (I think about 15 minutes in) which was followed by another soon thereafter off a close penalty kick and Australia ended up winning 3-2. I’m not a huge soccer fanatic, but it was awesome going to a world class professional match of significance. With the win, Australia essentially clinched a spot in the tournament for their division, so it seems as though I’ll have one more team to watch next summer in the World Cup. Later in the week I booked my flights to and from Phuket and got a haircut. On Saturday, Chuck and I went to a very popular annual horse race called the Golden Slipper. People from all around the Sydney area gather at the racetrack in a smaller urban area called Rosehill. Everybody dresses formally and brings drinks and food to celebrate the event. It was a lot of fun – we bought some big cigars and watched racing all day. We did some small betting for a little added suspense, and I ended up winning money for four of the five races I bet on for a total winning of $80! I spent $30 to get in, so I ended up pulling $50 before going home. The rest of the week was filled with studying and writing, which carried right over into week 10. I had a 1000-word Rethinking Culture essay due and Quantitative Management midterm (both worth 30% of my final grades) on Wednesday as well as a Statistics assignment and 4000-word Social Theory journal entry due Friday. And since I brought up the topic of grading, I will discuss the unorthodox grading style Australia uses. Instead of A-F, there are five possible denominations: Z = Fail (0-49%), P = Pass (50-64%), C = Credit (65-74%), D = Distinction (75-84%), & H = High Distinction (85-100%). Now logic would tell you that H is the equivalent of an A, D a B, and so forth. It was explained to us, however, that hardly ANYBODY get’s an H and that the system views an H as more like an A+, with D being the equivalent of an A. Credit is considered to be a B and Pass a C. Apparently no grade above 50% is viewed the same a D is back home. Because the grading system is so different, I’m not sure how these classes will affect my GPA at the U of M. It’s something I’ll have to discuss in further detail with my advisors when I get back, because from what I understood before I left, they would be assigning grades to these classes I took, but couldn’t get a clear answer as to how. Regardless, it’s just another interesting tidbit that I felt like sharing, since not much else interesting has happened these past two weeks. The only other thing to happen was that I booked a flight to Melbourne for a week after returning from Thailand. My Fall break lasts two weeks, so I decided it was smart to take advantage of the extra time and the current cheap domestic flight rates (only AUD$154 round trip), so after speaking with Danielle (friend from home) who also wants to go to Melbourne, but whose friends will be going at a time she can’t (like mine), we decided to book some flights together along with a friend Danielle has here in Australia (Allie from Vanderbilt). We will probably be making hotel/hostel reservations tomorrow, but are still in the preliminary stages, so I will update the situation if more details come to light. Otherwise, this will be my last post before leaving for Thailand on Saturday. I am posting this entry on Friday, April 10 of week 10 (I meant to at least), so week 11 will pick up on Saturday and cover my entire trip, which will last through Sunday, April 19 when I return. Take care everyone… I miss you during the stressful times more than ever. May 7 UPDATE: Sorry I’ve been so late on the updates. This is actually being posted on May 7, but I am currently working on my Thai blog and the following weeks’ blogs will include my trip to Melbourne and another to Fraser Island. Life is good right now and I’m working hard to get you all caught up.

St. Patricks Day & Rugby

Weeks 7 & 8: 3/16-29

Week 7:
Week 7 started in a hurry and two weeks went by in a flash. I began planning a trip for Fall Break (Spring in the US) Thursday of Week 6 and am now able to officially announce that I (along with four others [Julia, Jocelyn - another in Sydney and NY college friends with Julia], Chuck, and Evan from Indiana U) will be traveling to Thailand. The flights have been arranged – I am leaving on April 11th and returning April 19th, spending four days in Bangkok, followed by 3 nights in Phuket, and then another night in Bangkok before flying back to Sydney. We will be spending next week (Week 9) confirming dates; booking hotels, tours, etc; and making any necessary final payments. Our flights will be on British Airways (the cheap alternative to Qantas, the major airline of Australia), and quite fortunately I should add, because over the weekend several Qantas employees went on strike in an effort to keep their jobs in lieu of recent events, which have forced the airlines to outsource their security operations. As a result, there have been massive delays and heaps of mishandled &/or late luggage due to the baggage handlers and laborers now on strike who were previously responsible for many of the security duties as well. The event by which this strike emerged (as I heard on the news – something I’ve been making an added attempt to do recently) was the death of a Hell’s Angels ‘bikie’ (slang for a bike gang member, of which there are many here) in the Sydney Airport during the week. It turns out he was beaten to death by a large group of an opposing gang (The Comancheros) who were on the same flight as him from Melbourne and apparently attacked him with fists, boots, and even stanchion poles after de-boarding. The scene sounded horrendous and somehow almost all of the opposing gang got away before police could apprehend them. The result of the incident was criticism over Qantas Airport security and forced the airlines to respond with further preventative security measures, hence the outsourcing and impeding lay-offs. There has been growing tension and violence emerging amongst the numerous bike gangs throughout Australia in the past weeks and has spurred a movement amongst many bikies to ride to Canberra, Australia (the national capital) in an effort to form a truce that could end a lot of the violence. In the mean time, there have been more and more reports of shootings and attacks even spreading to Sydney suburban areas, including the attempted murder of the brother of the bikie who was beaten to death in the airport. He was shot at eight times and suffered three bullet wounds, but survived the attack. Anyways, the trip for Thailand is set and I am growing very excited to experience another culture that is so different from my own. A few things we will be doing are taking a city tour of Bangkok, riding elephants, and visiting the floating markets and grand palace, all during the hottest days of the year and an annual event known as the “Water Festival”, which was originally the Thai New Year celebration. Basically everybody runs the streets soaking each other with water and young people offer respect to their elders or parents by pouring scented water into their hands. Dave, a Thai person who happens to live in our hall, has offered several ideas and facts about the country and I hope to find some more time to talk to him more before leaving.
Another major announcement from Week 7 was the events that transpired during St. Patrick’s Day, 2009. Many of us signed up for a multiple-university affiliated evening cruise through Sydney Harbour. For AUD$59, we were taken on a three-hour cruise with all-you-can-eat Dominos Pizza (for 1 hour) and all-you-can-drink Heinekens, white wine, and some funky pink concoction of what tasted like champagne and some kind of juice. We all got our fill and fortunately for me, my first class didn’t start until 1pm the following day. It was a beautiful night, but I forgot to bring my camera so I’ll have to settle for the mental memories, although I think many of the tourists here make the mistake of taking too many pictures rather than savoring the moment. Regardless, I would like to take more pictures and will be making a greater effort to lug my bulky camera around in the future to digitally capture more of my experiences. I also hope to return to areas in Sydney I have yet to photograph and get some more pictures (despite my measly 3.2 megapixels). The only other happening of the week was a day spent at Manly Beach followed by a night back at ANZ Stadium in Olympic Park for my very first rugby game. This one was an NRL matchup between our local South Sydney Rabbitohs and the Pirtek Parramatta Eels. I bought a replica of last year’s jerseys (on sale) across the street at Rebel Sports as a souvenir which I wore to the game. NRL is the National Rugby League and one of two rugby organizations in Australia, the other being Rugby Union. The difference between the two was described to me as Union being a gentlemen’s game and league being for thugs. League is an ‘updated version’ of Rugby Union with faster play and Union is more internationally recognized, especially in England and throughout Europe. Anyways, the Rabbitohs lost, but it was interesting and fun to watch and we had decent seats about 15 rows back in the corner. The next day was spent at a NEW beach called Coogee Beach. Danielle, an old friend I’ve known since Junior High, is living in a house near the beach for her semester in Sydney, so she came down with her roommates to say hi and hang out. Some friends of hers living in the area came out a little later and we all played some team bocce ball on the beach. Chuck bought the bocce ball set when he found it somewhere on sale…great purchase. Danielle and I of course won in a controversial decision. The sun was hot today, and by the time we were ready to go, I noticed I was beginning to gleam a healthy red glow. I wasn’t as responsible as I usually am with the sun screen and paid for it with my first real burn of the trip. I made sure to aloe up plenty when I got back and it turned out alright. It never was bad enough to hurt or even peel, and so it actually turned into a decent tan, but close call.

Week 8:
Almost nothing interesting to speak of – I spent some time with my friends from the surf trip on Wednesday and Thursday and stayed in for the remainder of the weekend. I’d be lying if I said I’m not growing a bit stressed out. School keeps getting tougher as I continue to try and catch up in my Math Statistics class. After some introspection and thought, I have determined the root of my problems. I am behaving a bit too manically as I persist to assimilate to my new situation and I burn it a little too hard at both ends trying to establish a social life and experience the country I came to study in. Subsequently, in some sense, I have lost track of why I’m REALLY here. According to the University of Minnesota Study Abroad “Culture Shock” diagram, I am currently experiencing the “critical low point” that follows the “emotional high point” that comes with entering the country. The next step is “initial adjustment”, and I am already prepared for the challenge. By placing more emphasis on the ‘cultural experience’ end of things and detracting from the ‘social’ end, (as well as adapt to the different school structure) things should become less complicated and it will create some extra study time. I’m excited to get Week 9 started.

Cheers!