June-28 Days Later

Oops forgot to post this. Last part of my amazing journey:

28 Days Later...I don't really care for that movie...I could be all the bloody-ness, or the sound effects that make me fly out of my seat, or the fact that it makes me paranoid of every little sound. Nor do I like the fact that I only had 28 days left in Australia. June 28th...it was the date looming in the shadows, waiting to take me home.

June 2nd, Laura V, Tyna (Laura's best friend from Jersey who came to visit), and I kicked off the month with my much anticipated trek to the Australian Outback! Laura V and I went immediately into planning in early May for this trip. The last day of classes were June 2nd, and we left on a flight from Sydney to Melbourne at 8:45 pm that night. When my class ended at 5, I had about an hour to put the finishing touches on my packing. I was so proud at how lightly I packed, much unlike my Melbourne trip. We lugged our carry-ons, practically sprinting toward the Macquarie Centre to grab a quick bite to eat before we caught the series of trains to the airport.

I didn't get the memo that I was supposed to print my ticket from online, so when we arrived at the airport I almost freaked out. The line for Tiger airways was the longest line I had ever seen at an airport. There was no way I was going to make it through the line in time to catch the flight. But after some careful maneuvering, I snuck over to a side desk and got my ticket in hand. Thank goodness! The flight to Melbourne was smooth, but the Tiger terminal was sooo sketchy. There was no possible way I would be caught sleeping there at night. The three of us ventured toward the main domestic terminal, and just for curiosity's sake, we checked out prices at some of the surrounding hotels. It was worth a shot, but everything was a little bit out of our price range. However, we did sit comfortably in their lobby for a few hours. When our tummies were rumbling we finally ventured over to get some food.

We did a few laps around the domestic terminal to find a place to sleep for the night, and settled on an area by a blocked off hallway. After playing some rummy, I caught some shuteye. Little did I know, Laura and Tyna were up taking pictures with me sleeping in the background. This was my first time ever sleeping in an airport, and its not the most comfortable accomodations ever, but hey, we were on a budget...In the morning, we ventured back over to Tiger's terminal, and waited for our flight to Alice Springs. Basically waving goodbye to civilization, I watched from the air as the city turned to green....and then I fell asleep. When I woke up and looked out the window, all I could see was barren land. Red. Orange. Brown. Everything looked dried and cracked and there was only one solitary dirt road. I understand why they call it 'The Red Centre' now...

We arrived at the Alice Springs airport that afternoon (it was even smaller than the Kalamazoo/Battle Creek airport). We were picked up by a cheery bogan, who took a detour so we could have a photo op with the Alice Springs sign. Then he dropped us off on the front step of our hostel. When the three of us checked in, the man at the front desk said that he was going to upgrade us for free, giving us a trailer with three beds. We really were in the bush. There were a few things we had to pick up from the store, so we headed into town. They had a Target, which we found quite comical being out in this desolate territory. It was a quick day, and before we new it the warm desert sun surrendered to the frigged night temperatures. People we knew warned us that the desert is nice during the day, reaching into the 70's and 80's, but when night falls...so do the temperatures, hovering around 30 degrees. I was hoping I was packed for the extremes.

Alice Springs is the only sizable town in the Northern Territory, and it truly is in the middle of nowhere. One bizarre thing to mention is the fact that the Northern Territory is a half hour behind Sydney time. A half hour?!?  So in the morning we woke up at 5 am (my alarm accidentally when off a 4:30 am because I didn't set it for Alice Springs time...oops) . After a quick breakfast and after gathering our belongings, we hung out by the side of the road until our tour bus came to pick us up. The bus was exactly how I had imagined it....roo bars and everything. Since the sun wasn't even up, either were most of the people. We had plenty of time to sleep with a 288 mile drive from Alice Springs to Uluru.

Of course we didn't just drive straight through, but stopped at several dusty and weathered gas stations and camel stations. Personally, I had NO idea there were camels in Australia. The very first camel to ever set foot on the red Australian soil arrived in 1840 and came from the Canary Islands. (This was a somewhat unlucky camel, as it accidentally caused its owners death and was subsequently shot...) But this first camel was soon followed by others. 24 more camels arrived in Australia in 1860 to be part of the Bourke and Wills expedition. And in the next fifty years an estimated 10 000 to 12 000 camels made their way to Australia! The camels came to Australia mostly from India and Palestine.

It was the camels, and the camel drivers or cameleers, that opened up the Australian Outback. The camel drivers came mostly from Afghanistan, but also from Pakistan and the Turkish Empire. The camels and the cameleers, their endurance, knowledge and labour skills, were crucial in the Australian Outback in the early days. Not only the first explorers relied on camels as they traversed the inhospitable Australian desert regions. All the key projects that made the Australian Outback accessible for us Europeans depended on the camels and their drivers as well. (Projects like the Overland Telegraph Line from Adelaide to Darwin, the Transcontinental Railway Line or the Canning Stock Route, to name just a few.)

The camels in Australia multiplied, and multiplied, and keep multiplying... They live in the arid central deserts, half of them on the Western Australian side, another quarter in the Northern Territory, and the rest in South Australia and Queensland. Nobody knows how many there are exactly now (2007), some say around 600 000, some say they he numbers have reached at least one million.

So who knew?! When we got off the bus, still groggy, I noticed a sign that said "One yard = $6."
"Only one yard?" said Laura in disbelief. We had a good laugh about that one...of course they didn't literally mean the measurement, but promised a trip around the fenced in area.
So Laura, Tyna, and I walked through a rust red barn, and into the camel yard. The camel driver had the two camels waiting calmly, ready for us to climb aboard. Once we sat down, the cameleer gave a command and the two camels lifted off the ground. We walked around a curve, and swayed with their walk. Once we rounded the other corner, the cameleer began to jog and the camels bounced us around. I found this complete amusing, because Laura's head of hair, which was in from of me, looked so disconnected and hilarious. The camel driver stopped us at the end of the yard and said "hoosh." She had to repeat the command a few times, but eventually the two obeyed and kneeled to the ground.

So now I can add another first to my list: Riding a camel.

There wasn't much to look at when you are driving in the Outback. It is one straight road (we only took 2 left hand turns), and lots of red dirt with endless horizons of baked, infertile land.We finally made another left into the Uluru campground, where we all gathered together to prepare lunch. Once the rumbling of our stomachs were silenced, the group of about 20 of us hopped back into the bus, and made our way to Kata Tjuta. Along the 32 km drive, we caught our first glimpse of Uluru, but we will get back to that later.

Kata Tjuta is also know to many as The Olgas, or the literal translation of Kata Tjuta means 'many heads.' Mt. Olga is the tallest point, which it were the alternative name comes from. Kata Tjuta is, in fact, a red rock formation of a collection of massive domes. There are 36 domes, covering an area of 21.68 km2 (8.37 sq mi), are composed of conglomerate, a sedimentary rock consisting of cobbles and boulders of varying rock types including granite and basalt, cemented by a matrix of sandstone.The structure is absolutely beautiful; red rock against the clear blue sky. It is very striking.

There are two walks that you can take around the Olgas. The Valley of the Winds Walk, which is along a 7km track that circles several of the Olgas. The other walk, which we hiked,is the Olga Gorge Walk and is a 2km walk into the beautiful gorge. The group of us walk up into the gorge along a tough, not exactly flat, path. Everyone was snapping pictures left and right, craning their necks to see to the top. Also, we were all doing the Aussie salute, which essentially means swatting flies away. Bill Bryson puts it best: "Flies are of course always irksome, but the Australian variety distinguishes itself with its very particular persistence. If an Australian fly wants to be up your nose or in your ear, there is no discouraging him. Flick at him as you will and each time he will jump out of range and come straight back. It is simple not possible to deter him. Somewhere on an exposed portion of your body is a spot, about the size of a shirt button, that the fly wants to lick and tick and turn delirious circle upon. It isn't simply their persistence, but the things they go for. An Australian fly will try to suck the moisture off your eyeball. He will, if not constantly turned back, go into parts of your ears that Q-tips can only dream about. He will happily die for the glory of taking a tiny dump on your tongue. Get thirty or forty of them dancing around you in the same way and madness will shortly follow."

Making up for the obnoxious flies, the sights were breathtaking. Again, my camera doesn't do it justice, but it sure tried. After the walk, and a stop at a few other lookout points, we made our way toward Uluru.

Uluru is notable for appearing to change colour at different times of the day and year, most notably glowing red at dawn and sunset. By the time we had left Kata Tjuta, the sky was beginning to cloud up. Our bush guide told us to put our mind's to clearing up the sky so we could see the effect the sun has on Uluru. Sure enough, by the time sunset had rolled around, there were openings in the sky, casting is light on the immense red rock.

On 19 July 1873, the surveyor William Gosse sighted a landmark and named it Ayers Rock in honor of the then Chief Secretary of South Australia, Sir Henry Ayers (which is the name most commonly used). The name given to the natural wonder by the Aṉangu is Uluru. These traditional landowners of Uluru say: The world was once a featureless place. None of the places we know existed until creator beings, in the forms of people, plants and animals, traveled widely across the land. Then, in a process of creation and destruction, they formed the landscape as we know it today.

The great red rock is a sandstone formation that stands 1,142 ft high (rising 2,831 ft above sea level), with most of its bulk lying underground, and has a total circumference of 5.8 miles.

Reg, our guide, was right. Until you experience the presence of Uluru and see it's many moods for yourself, you are missing out. Watching what the sun can do, changing it from red to orange to brown to a rock with a purple hue was simply magical. We took so many pictures with it and of it. There are a series of candid photos that I love. They are of Laura, Tyna and I, right after Tyna tells Laura to "stick it in her mouth and smile" Naturally, our mind's were in the gutter so we busted out laughing.

That night we were totally rustic. We grilled kangaroo, camel, and beef, sat by the fire, and stared in amazement at the sky. The air was so crisp and the sky so clear, you just gazed at the 360 degrees of moon lit skies. It was so clear in fact you could see each individual sky and watched as the occasional shooting ball of gas interrupt the black. Our group slept on the red earth under the stars in a swag and sleeping bag. Simply cannot get more outdoorsy and spectacular. Let me also mention that we slept with mice running across our pillows (The trick is to stick your headphones in so you cannot hear their scurrying and try to get your mind off of it)...
In the morning we were up at 5:30 am...before the sun...to do a base walk around Uluru.

Cameras in head, our group took our time walking around the mass and took in the spectacular colors and beauty that was slowly revealing it self to us. As the sun came up, Uluru changed from gray to brown to pinkish to bright orange. I was truly breathtaking...

The Aṉangu request that visitors do not photograph certain sections of Uluru, the reasons are related to traditional Tjukurpa beliefs. These areas are the sites of gender-linked rituals, and are forbidden grounds for Aṉangu of the opposite sex to those participating in the rituals. The photographic ban is intended to prevent Aṉangu from inadvertently violating this taboo.

Climbing Uluru is another popular attraction that brings visitors from all over the world. A chain handhold added in 1964 and extended in 1976 makes the hour-long climb easier, but it is still a long 0.5 mile and steep hike to the top. It can be quite windy, and the climb is often closed. There have been at least 35 deaths relating to recreational climbing since such incidents began being recorded. The local Aṉangu do not climb Uluru because of its great spiritual significance. They request that visitors do not climb the rock, partly due to the path crossing a sacred traditional Dreamtime track, and also due to a sense of responsibility for the safety of visitors. The visitors guide says "the climb is not prohibited, but we prefer that, as a guest on Aṉangu land, you will choose to respect our law and culture by not climbing." The Anangu word for the people who climb Uluru translates as "many ants."

After waving good-bye to Uluru for about 30 minutes, we were back on the straight and narrow dessert roads...I mean road...en route to our next destination, Kings Canyon. As Reg drove, we quickly sped through a bush fire and watched as the sun set over the red rock mountain range as we raced to our way to the new campsite before darkness fell upon us.

Our group quickly prepared dinner in a mice infested kitchen, and then afterward relaxed after a long day around the fire. We told jokes, talked about traditions and stories about home, until it was time to watch the stars and sleep with the mice.

In the morning, we were up before the sun again, and off on another hike. Kings Canyon is yet another popular red rock mountain range 323 km from Alice Springs. Once we were there and accounted for, Reg led us on a 4 hour 6 km loop around the canyon's rim, which traced the top. A steep climb at the beginning of the walk, which locals called "Heartbreak Hill" (or "Heart Attack Hill", due to its steepness), took us up to the top, with spectacular views of the gorge below and of the surrounding landscape. About half way through the walk, a detour descended into the Garden of Eden, a permanent waterhole surrounded by lush plant life. The Garden of Eden was a little secret slice of heaven, appearing refreshingly beautiful and pristine amongst the dryness. The last half of the walk passed through a large maze of weathered sandstone domes. A slow descent brought our group back to the starting point, and the end of our site seeing in the Outback.

It was a quick 3 days packed with events. I met some great people along the way of course. Most of the people on this trip were from the US, Asia, or Europe. In fact, most Australia's actually have never set foot in the Outback, which is quite surprising. But I suppose I haven't seen the Grand Canyon or a few other areas in the States, so I can't be too shocked. Anywho...my visit was a success...I was not stranded, did not need to rope a camel or drink my own urine. So I would call it a success!

The cherry on top came from a very unexpected stunt pulled by the guy from the UK. He proceeded to pull through on a dare, and sprint around in a mankini. What my eyes saw can never be unseen, unfortunately.

I returned the next day on a Quantas flight directly back to Sydney. I actually was given the exit row, which I needed for my extra long legs. When I returned, it was Onur's 21st birthday. Turning 21 to an Australian is pretty much as exciting as it is to turn 21 in the States, instead it is seen more as 'entering adulthood,' as opposed to becoming able to legally drink. For the Turkish it is just another birthday and isn't that exciting. But nonetheless, we sang and ate.

By this point I was done with classes, but had about a week and a half before my first exam. So needless to say, I didn't hit the books right away. For Tyna's last few days, we traveled into the city for an 3-D IMAX show on the world's largest screen. We watched Born to be Wild and enjoyed gelato overlooking the sunny Cockle Bay Wharf. Later that night, Bugra, Laura, Yigit, Mert, and I attempted to bowl. Let's just say we should have used bumpers. One night Laura V. and I introduced Smores to the group. Australia does not have graham crackers, Hershey's isn't popular, and their marshmallows pale in comparison to ours. Since Laura V.'s mom had sent a supply over from the US, we showed the crew the art of Smore making. They were definitely a hit. A little taste of home.

We all know that studying isn't exactly high up on the "Most Exciting Things To Do" list, which is why I haven't mentioned it heaps. The thing about my class experience in Australia was it was so laid back, it made going almost impossible. Each of my four subjects had a lecture (which were about two hours long each, and could be listened to online using iLecture), and then a tutorial (tut for short, which is basically an hour long discussion). Also, I only had 3 days of classes, with Tuesdays and Fridays off. ANDDD most of the assessments were papers...so lectures weren't vital to attend. Confession: I attended all my subjects and all their parts for only two weeks. Then I usually only went to one subject's lecture consistently, but attended all my tutorials for the week. Not exactly my strongest showing academically, but it was pass/fail. So all three of my exams fell within two days. Awesome. Let the cramming session begin.  Luckily, the weather made staying cooped up in my room easy, as the rain showed no signs of mercy for about seven days straight.

Exams were stressful as usual, mainly because they sit you down in a large hall with millions of desks. If you so much as touch a pencil before they said so, you were scolded. To be honest, the whole examination structure was intimidating...definitely not comfortable. The proctors would linger and pace around. But no worries, I survived!! Consequently, I passed all my exams with flying colors, which was a bit shocking. I basically learned how far my bare minimum effort would take me. Cheers =]

I left my last exam and power-walked straight to Wooly's for some celebratory festivities. Oh the relief of finishing exams...

There were a few times I left the square room in exam cram week. I attended a farewell dinner for the first wave of those leaving Oz. Eric, David, Nacho, and a few others were leaving the next day, and it was Emily's birthday--double reasons to get together. A large group of us gathered in Darling Harbour at Baia, an Italian restaurant. Since usually Italian food is the best bang for your buck in the sixteenth most expensive city in the world, I was thinking large portions at a somewhat reasonable price. But to our dismay, the portions were tiny. After dinner, we strolled around the city, and then headed to Macca's for round two.

At one point during exam week, I woke up early to do some studying and I was running down the stairs and managed to practically face plant into a window. I caught my middle tow on the stairs...I have no idea how I caught JUST my middle toe...I guess it's pure talent. From there, I sent myself head first tumbling. Right. Into. The. Window. Self-diagnosis: I broke my toe...It was a lovely dark shade of red, purple and black.

My last ten days in Australia were perfect. The weather was sunny and warm for that time of the year (it was their winter...50s/60s heaven forbid!). All my effort was thrown into marking off my Australian bucket list. I went to a few markets to grab some souvies, watched some of the acrobatic street performers, tried a Turkish kebab, walked across the Harbour Bridge, entertained myself in Luna Park, attended a rugby game, and drove on the opposite side of the car/opposite side of the road (opposite from the US). One day, as a last hoorah, a bunch of us traveled a ways up the coast to Port Stephens, where we went sand boarding. Essentially, sand boarding is sledding but on a sand dune. It was so fun, but not without minor bumps in the road. The first time I went sliding down the side of this large mountain of sand, I was doing really well. But of course, right when Eddie said "Man, she actually did that gracef--," I caught an edge and ate sand. Typical. Sand boarding was a blast, and afterward we roamed around Stockton beach. We left Port Stephen's with smiles on our faces and small deserts in our pants.

I finally got to embark on the Bondi to Coogee walk. It was something I had been meaning to accomplish from the very beginning, and got to do it two days before I left. Torill and I took the bus to Bondi beach, where the walk began, and strolled along for three hours. Along the coastal walk there are several beautiful, white sand beaches. We snapped pictures, watched the surfers, and watched as the sun faded fast, painting the sky with purples, pinks, and oranges.

There were more goodbyes as my good friends left one by one, returning to the States and all over the world. Australia just wasn't the same without them. You can do all the travelling and tourist bits, but my experience would have been nothing with out all the incredible people I met. Although I went to the Aussieland to take classes, it became so much more. I learned stuff that no textbook can ever teach...about people, different cultures, and myself.

Then it was my turn to head home.

Scott, Matt, and I stayed up 24 hours before our flight, saying 'good bye' to our friends...whoever was left...And hopped the first train to the International Airport. I am not sure if it was the fact that I was physically drained from staying up all night or it was because I was carrying three large bags of my belongs, but my stuff bags kept tossing me around. Every time the train started and stopper, I was practically falling down the stairs or into polls. Dangerous.

Part of me wanted to hop on that plane and get home to the promise of a beautiful Michigan summer. I was excited to see all my friends and family again. The familiar. But there was a part of me that wanted me to keep my feet planted firmly on Australian soil.

Unlike our flight over, the travel went smoothly. It was so bizarre when we landed in L.A....the murmur of voices in the background were not Australia. It was going to take some getting used to. I guess this was considered reverse culture shock?

I landed in Michigan with kankles and a welcoming party. It was fantastic to be home...but my heart ached. Everyday I go through thousands upon thousands upon thousands of photos of the past 5 months of my life. I documented them well.

"This is Australia" Slideshow

Part I

Part II

Part III

I'm a World Traveler.

If I were to choose one word to describe the month of April it would be: travel.

Extreme Melbourne Trip May 31-June 4

The month started on a trip I booked through STA Travel called 'Extreme Melbourne.' Laura V. and Scott booked their trip the second they heard about it, but since I was going to Melbourne later in April already, I wanted to make sure that the trips didn't overlap on content. But after looking at the adventure's itinerary, I was happy to notice it involved sites and events I had on my 'to do.' Before I knew it we were lugging our baggage through campus (and oh man, I way over packed...), to meet the STA bus at 8pm. An hour and a half later, we had successfully picked up about 30 more students from the University of Sydney and UNSW, and finally got on the highway for a 12 hour drive. On a map of Australia, you can look at the distance between Melbourne and Sydney and think, 'Wow, we could be there in like 3 hours.' Wrong. Very wrong. Australia is the 6th largest country. Interestingly enough, it is also Earth's largest island. It is the only island that is also a continent, and the only continent that is also a country. But I digress, although things look close on a map...they are most definitely very far.

We did get toilet breaks throughout the long bus journey. At the first stop, Laura and I bought some chips to share, along with some Tim Tams. Unfortunately, neither lasted very long. Tim Tams are...well delicious, and the Sea Salt chips...The bus wasn't a luxury vehicle by any means. In fact, the entire back seat (which Laura and I decided to share because between us 2 shorties...we could lay down and be comfortable) was somewhat broken. I was sitting on the edge of one, and well...it flipped forward spilling me onto the ground, and the whole bag of chips poured into the space underneath the broken cushion. Apparently the chips wanted to have a party with all the gum, dust, and other garbage that was collecting under our bums.

At another stop, there was a guy who apparently really had to go use the Lou, because he booked it off the bus and couldn't even make it to the toilets. Instead, he claimed his territory right next to a Maccas playpen. The rest of the bus ride was just as entertaining, with Laura basically sleep talking, and saying things that made no sense. I think we were all beyond tired and loopy at that point. So we slept. Laura and I stretched out in the back seat for quite some time. I woke up once to peer our the window into remoteness. However, the stars were the brightest I have every laid eyes on. The next time I awoke, we were pulling up to our home for the next few days, Base X, a backpackers hostel.

After breakfast and a quick change of clothes, we hopped on the tram into the city of Melbourne. First I would like to take the opportunity to say that Melbourne is pronounced Mel-ben, and is the second largest city in Australia. Also, it is known to be Australia's cultural capital. Another interesting point is when you go south in Australia you do not travel into warmer weather, in fact it is the exact opposite of the States. You must travel north to get to the warmer weather, and south to reach cooler weather. Any who, back to the tram...Melbourne is home to the largest tram network in the world. It is the city's major form of transportation. So we hopped on the tram, however, we lost one girl named Davi because the doors closed before she could enter the tram. Poor girl was lost in an unfamiliar city within the first 10 minutes of our journey. However, there was not much we could do, so we continued on our trip.

On the itinerary for day one was a tour of the city. Major landmarks of Melbourne include Federation Square or 'The Meeting Place.' It is a central place in the city with several buildings of peculiar design. From there, we walked along the Yarra river, the river that runs right through the heart of the city, to the Eureka Tower. The Eureka building was the tallest residential building in the world when completed in 2006, standing at 91 stories high. It is one of the tallest buildings in the southern hemisphere. On the 88th floor there is a 360 degree public vantage point available overlooking the city. Luckily, the lost member of our group found us before we went up to the sky deck. The Eureka Tower, like many other buildings in Melb, has a very different architectural style. On the front of the building it has a golden bees. From the inside, you can see for miles, peering through telescopes to specifics landmarks like Flinder's Station, Federation Square, Parliament, and the 1956 Summer Olympic park.

After touring the rest city, we went in search of these 'hidden bars' Melbourne is famous for. Apparently, you could go walking down the street, turn a corner, and right passed the dumpsters you have yourself a literal 'hole-in-the-wall' place. Scott, Laura, Leah, and Davi successfully found one, and settled down for a drink and a foodbaby-making meal. This was my first encounter with kangaroo, which I tasted in burger form. It was surprisingly decent, but I couldn't get over the fact I was eating kangaroo. Australian's have no problems buying and eating kangaroo, because the population of the native, iconic animal doubles the Australian human population (about 5 million kangaroos pounce around the continent).

Melbourne is very artsy. Lining the walls of several of their alleyways is mural upon mural of graffiti. We headed back to St. Kilda (an area of the city where we were staying) and walked along the beach, watching kite boarding (I have never seen so many in my life), and to look for penguins around the rocky barriers. We caught a few glimpses of a few!

Day 2 of the Extreme Melbourne trip took us on an all day bus tour of the Great Ocean Road. The Great Ocean Road is a 151 mile stretch of road along the south-eastern coast, just south of Melbourne. The Road was built by returned soldiers between 1919 and 1932, and is the worlds largest war memorial dedicated to World War I veterans. We saw some breathtaking views of beaches and cliffs, and unique houses. The bus made stops at Bell's Beach, where several famous surfing competitions occur. Also, we stopped at Apollo Bay, the little town of Lorne, and stopped along the side of the road to spot wild koalas amongst the trees. Of course the trip highlight was the 12 Apostles. The 12 Apostles is a collection of limestone stacks off the shore of Port Campbell National Park. They were formed by erosion: the harsh weather conditions from the Southern Ocean gradually eroded the rock to form caves in the cliffs, which then became arches, which in turn collapsed. They formed stacks up to 45 metres in height. Their proximity to one another has made the stacks a popular tourist attraction. Due to erosion, the Apostles are falling, currently there are only about 9 Apostles left.

The last bonus of the tour was The Loch Ard Gorge. "The gorge is named after the clipper ship Loch Ard, which ran aground nearby Muttonbird Island on June 1, 1878. Of the fifty-four passengers and crew, only two survived: Tom Pearce, a ship's apprentice, and Eva Carmichael, an Irishwoman immigrating with her family, both of whom were 18 years of age. According to memorials at the site, Pearce was washed ashore and rescued Carmichael from the water after hearing her cries for help. Pearce then proceeded to climb out of the gorge to raise the alarm to local pastoralist who immediately set into plan a rescue attempt. That ache of the nearby Island Archway collapsed in June 2009. The feature now appears as two unconnected rock pillars. They have since been officially named Tom and Eva after the two teenage survivors of the Loch Ard shipwreck."

After all that exhausting site seeing, we started our journey back to Melbourne. Along the way, our tour guides whipped out plastic cups and goon, and we spent 2 hours partying on the bus. The tour people must not have thought it through very well though...What do you get when you mix drinks with no bathroom on the bus? Eventually we must have complained enough, because the bus driver pulled over to the side of the road and we all sprinted off the bus and into a park. "Shotgun that tree! Shotty the other side of that tree!" People just squatted and did there business, and then resumed the bus party activities. They played spin the goon bag, and then had people sprint down the isle. Not the most genius plan, because the next day our legs were spotted with black and blue blobs. Good thing the weather was cool enough and pants were an alright choice. Only in Australia.

Day 3 began with some more walking around the city, shopping, and exploring. Then we met at Federation Square to head to an AFL game. AFL stands for Aussie Rules Football or 'Footy'. The sport is particularly popular in Victoria...the fans go crazy for it! AFL is a sport played between two teams of 22 lean, quick, and strong men (18 on the field and four interchanges). We walked up to the stadium and I instantly felt like I should see broomsticks zooming around in the air like I was at a Quidditch match. And one of the teams colors, the Hawthorne Hawks, were just like Gryffindors!

The object of an AFL game is to score points by passing the ball through the opponent's uprights. The main way to score points is by kicking the ball between the two major goal posts in the middle, scoring six points. If you make them on the out two posts, that is worth one point. That team with the higher total score at the end of the 2 forty minute halve, wins. During play, the players can pass the ball by kicking, handballing, and running with the ball. There are rules on how the ball can be handled: for example, players running with the ball must intermittently bounce or touch it on the ground. Throwing the ball is not allowed and players must not get caught holding the ball for too long. A distinct feature of the game is the mark, where players anywhere on the field who catch a ball from a kick, are awarded a free kick. AFL is very much a contact sport, very fast moving, and very high scoring. I wish it was televised in the States...

At the Melbourne Demons versus the Hawthorne Hawks game, there were two Hawk's fans sitting in from of me. They were pretty young, but absolutely loud, and into the game...So I went down to sit next to them. The two little boys were 12 years old, fiery, and loved the sport. Reminded me of the way I am with football. They spent the time answering my many questions and taught me everything about the game. Who their favorite player were, how often they come to games, their favorite teams, etc. etc. Every time they scored...all I could think about was: TEN POINTS FOR GRYFFINDOR!

The drive home was long and uneventful. We arrived back on Monday morning about 8 am. I had 4 days of rest and then I was off for 2 1/2 weeks for our mid-semester break...

New Zealand

"It's time to get up, the time is 3 am" --This is what I woke up to...my alarm from my phone. Why would my dad book a 6 am flight?! was all I could think about when I heard this. It was that time already. A 2 1/2 week break from Uni, and my parents, grandma, and aunt were visiting this side of the globe. Erin, bless her heart, saved my life by taking me to the airport, where I would fly from Sydney to Melbourne and then on to New Zealand. I boarded the first flight, where in sleepy delusion, I sat in the wrong seat and began to sleep. Someone woke me up and was like "Um excuse me, you are in my seat." So I finally made it to the correct seat, up one row. My next fight to Queenstown, New Zealand I had a row all to myself so I gladly spread out. My flight to NZ was the first time I ever flew completely alone...and I slept basically the whole 3 hours. Coming into the southern island of the country I saw the beautiful, mountainous country, and remember being shocked by it majestic peaks and clear blue waters. Simply breathtaking. Once I stepped off the airplane, my nostrils were filled with some of the cleanest air I've ever sucked in. So far, a great beginning to two week straight of travel.

I finally reunited with my family. It was great to see them safely on the ground, because the trip to this part of the globe is a feat of its own. We chatted in the gorgeous Hertitage villa. Our first thing on the itinerary was a boat tour on the T.S.S. Earnslaw. The T.S.S. Earnslaw is a rare 1912 coal-fired steamer plying the waters of Lake Wakatipu, the beautiful reflective lake in Queenstown. The boat cruise took about an hour, where we were free to watch the crew in action, shoveling coal, and walk about the boat. I remember looking to the sky, seeing the sunset put on a show. One thing about the T.S.S. Earnslaw is that it is 98 years of age, and left a steady stream of black smoke all the way across the lake. The steamer reached Walter Peak High Country Farm, where we walked up to a long white and red-shuttered building surrounded by unique vegetation. There we splurged on a buffet dinner, with delicious desserts, including a new one named Sticky Date Pudding. After dinner, jet lagged and in food coma, we were ready to hurry and get back the villa. Once my head hit the pillow at night...I was out cold.

Again, I wanted to throw the alarm at the wall in the morning when we woke up at the butt crack of dawn for our first tour. We were promptly picked up by a big bus taking us to Milford Sound. Along the way, we stopped at several immaculate sights. After a quick stop in Te Ano, the bus pulled over next to a flat field, which jutted straight up into mountains. I couldn't help but join my dad in singing "The hill are alive..." Next, to stretch out legs, we took a 15 min walk through the forest with interesting umbrella-like ferns. I remember hearing rushing water, but not seeing anything (and I was just about to declare myself insane). Then we turned a corner and saw the Chasm. The Chasm is a big, natural bottomless bowl where the water of the Cleddau River flows. The stone around the rushing water has been carved naturally over the years. Henry David Thoreau describes it best when he said "The finest workers in stone are not copper or steel, but the gentle touches of air and water working at their leisure with a liberal allowance of time."

There was more driving, I dosed off every now and then because the bus drivers commentary was so soothing and the bus heater was right at my feet...they were just asking for it. When I was looking out the window, I would see mountains, glaciers, cerulean blue waterfalls, deer farms, sheep, sheep, and more sheep? We stopped again to go on another hike along a boardwalk to the Mirror Lakes. When you looked down at the water you literally saw the most perfect reflection of the blue sky with white fluffy clouds and the massive mountains. The world temporarily flipped upside down. There was some more driving, then we finally arrived at Milford Sound.

It has been judged that Milford Sound was the world's top travel destination in 2008 and is acclaimed as NZ's most famous tourist destination. Rudyard Kipling dubbed it the 8th Wonder of the World. So naturally it was a must see. Milford Sound runs inland from the Tasman Sea, and is surrounded by sheer rock faces that rise 3,900 feet or more on either side. There are several peaks that are shapes of elephant heads and lions. There's lush rain forests that cling to the cliffs. In the waters, there are seals, penguins, and dolphins. We saw a few seals veggin' out on the rocks. Milford sound is home to two permanent waterfalls, Lady Bowen Falls and Stirling Falls. The captain of the Pride of Milford motored the boat withing 20 feet of the waterfalls. Everyone outside on the balconies, ran for cover from the heavy mist spraying from the water hitting the rocks. There was even an area in the Sound name Harrison's Cove.

At first this beautiful wonder was overlooked by explorers, because its narrow entry did not appear to lead into such large interior bays. Other explores feared venturing too close to the steep mountainsides. My family and I snapped pictures, enjoyed another buffet-style meal, and even chatted with the captain. There was so much to take in.

No one would have been able to handle another tour after our almost 12 hour journey round trip to Milford Sound. So we took a free day. Queenstown is known as 'The Richman's Playground.' It is the capital of extreme sports. In fact, Queenstown is home to the first bungy, and the tallest bundy and cliff jump. This has always been on my bucket list, so with a little convincing, I talked my dad into it. "There will be two jumpers and a spectator," the lady at the concierge desk phoned in to Shotover Canyon Swing. I decided on a cliff jump, the world's tallest, that way I could get creative. My dad, mom, and I went to Canyon Swings 'office' at noon, and my aunt and grandma went shopping for the day. I remember tooling around watching videos of those that have gone before us, and looking at the 'Swing Undies.' The swing undies were a pair of whitie-tighties with a poo stain on the back and the words 'even my shit was scared!' Quite comical!

The anticipation was building, and finally a guy called me over to weigh me in kg, and then proceeded to draw randomly on the back of my hand. In colorful permanent marker, he scribbled green and blue mountains with a smiling sun and purple clouds. And I still don't know why. About 8 of us piled into a tiny van and began our ten minute ascent. The ride to Shotover Canyon was terrifying, the van rumbled along a narrow dirt road with no guardrail and a sheer drop off spied dauntingly at us. We finally arrive at this outhouse, where Doug explained that it was the last restroom, could be the last restroom of our life.

To get to the canyon we had to walk along a narrow path. To my right was a sloping mountainside with the occasional random shrine, like a gnome behind a skull with antlers. To my left was a straight drop off. I peaked over the edge to see the occasional shrubbery among rocky cliff faces and a turquoise river flowing blew. Yikes. Needless to say, I stuck closer to the right. We finally reached the jumping site. They strapped us in, and we all laughed nervously as we tried to creatively choose our jump styles. They told us to choose wisely because this could be the last thing we do before they die so we should make it count. I looked at underpant ratings (the more underpants next to the jump, the scarier), before settling on the pin-drop. When it was my turn, they had me stand on the very edge, while nudging me gently. Pinkie and Doug held me over the dropoff for my first glimpse and a photo opportunity. Finally, it came down to swing time.

"Whenever you are ready...to die...go ahead," they taunted.

So I started counting, "One, two..."

"Wait, wait...when are you going to jump? What is it with you Americans, everyone else around the world counts down...but you guys count up. You could be jumping on 5 for all we know."

"Ok...three...two...o..."

"Wait! Are you going on one, or go? hahaha"

With my hands behind my back, "three, two, oneeeeeeeeeee" I hopped off the edge....and went into a twisting free fall for 4 seconds, going down, down, down, screaming. And I survived to tell the tale.

I loved it SO much, I went a second time. This time, I had the jumpmasters choose. After contemplating between the Osama, and a few other jumps with less appealing names, Pinkie and Doug settled on the first ever Backwards Bicycle. Next thing I know, I am strapped to a tiny yellow and red kid's tricycle with a white helmet for procaution. We were laughing and working through how to exactly push me off the cliff.

"Maybe we should grab onto her harness?...No, maybe push her like a bobsled...Yes, that could work." It was so comforting to know that I was in experienced hands haha

"One, two, threee..."

Bungy jumping is the most exhilerating thing I have ever done in my life. When you are up that cliff, your brain cannot calculate the fact your body is going to be thrown from such a dizzying height. Then the other part hopes that you don't splat on the river rocks below. For that 4 seconds of freefall (60m freefall, 109 m height, 200m swing), you don't feel anything, just head the rushing of wind in your ears. It is not like a rollarcoaster, where you can feel the chair beneath you, and feel your body going fast. It is a weightless feeling. I watched as I fell further from the jumpmasters that pushed me off, tumbling into oblivion. Then the rope swung, I snapped back into reality, and my adreniline kicked it. I couldn't help but laugh and breath, and take in the gorgeous canyon. I continued to swing for a min or so, listening to the rushing water and echos of this spectacular view...the calm and peaceful after the terrifying.

They slowly brought me back to the top of the platform, and spun me away from the edge. "You looked pretty special with that helmet on, you probably didn't need it." Great, I couldn't wait to see the pictures and video, which we couldn't help but purchase. I have always been an adreniline junkie so up next: Skydiving!

The next day we embarked on another tour through the beautiful south island. Again, I saw millions upon millions of sheep, heaps of deer farms, a few smoking glaciers, and massive mountains that disappeared at the cloud line. For lunch, we stopped at Mt. Cook, where we had a delicious three course meal (as you might be able to tell, we never went hungry), with an incredible view of New Zealand's tallest mountain. Reaching 12,316 feet, Mount Cook is a favorite challenge for mountain climbes. The next stop was Lake Tekapo. I couldn't even imagine water being so glasslike as Lake Tekapo (Teak-a-poe not Take-a-poo). On its shoreline was a tiny little church called The Church of the Good Shepard. The church is arguably one of the most photographed in New Zealand, and with good reason. It's so quaint, and the alter frames a killer view of the lake and mountains in the background. Right next to the church is the Bronze Sheepdog Statue. The statue was erected for all the hardworking sheepdogs...I mean there are a ton of sheep!

After more specatcular views and a stunning sunset of reds, oranges, and pinks, we arrived in Christ Church. About 2 month prior to our arrival, Chirst Church suffered a city tumbling earthquake. The devistation was still quite evident, as bricks lay in piles on the sides of sidewalks, and the church steeples complete gone. The the heart of the city was condemned, and no one could get within three blocks of it. Someday I will have to revisit the area to get its full effect of what it once was.

Random, but New Zealander's are known as Kiwi's. The Kiwi is an endemic bird to NZ. It cannot fly, it's about the size of a domestic chicken, and lays the largest eggs compared to their body size. They are an endangered species, so we didn't see a real life one. However, everything there had Kiwi's on it. It's the nations symbol, making appearances on the dollar, and on every souvenier you encounter.

It was time to leave NZ and the Kiwis and head for Aussies and Roos.

Sydney

Another early flight took us to Sydney International Airport, where we had a driver pick us up and take us to a little boutique hotel in The Rocks district. We had the afternoon as a free day in the city. I took my family to Macquarie University, where I showed them my apartment and the campus. After all that walking and train riding, we kicked back at Jackson's on George with some cider. The next morning, we woke up to blue skys and a perfect day for sailing. A friendly white-haired man dropped us off in Darling Harbour were we caught a yacht and met the informative and friendly Capt'n Collin. Collin took us through the numerous bays and coves in Sydney Harbour, talking about the $90 million houses, cursed residences, and the location of many celebrities' homes. I wouldn't mind having one of these homes to see the fireworks over the harbour on New Years...Daddy please??

Eventually we put the sails up and coasted among racing yachts and ferries, it was one of the best days to be out on the harbour. The private tour ended at Watson Bay, where we once again joined the friendly white-haried man who fed us chips, cheese, and wine in the shade of giant trees. Later, I tried fish and chips from Doyle's...yep, I still don't like fish. After a Q&A with our personal chauffeur around Sydney, we made a stop at The Gap. The Gap is an ocean cliff, in eastern Sydney. The Gap is not only known as a suicide location of notoriety, but the site of a shipwreck in 1858. The sailing ship Dunbar carrying 63 passangers, and a 59 member crew crashed into the rocky cliff at the foot of The Gap. The weather was stormy, with a strong wind, and very poor visibility. As a result, the captain misjudged the entrance to the harbour and the Dunbar impacted the rocky cliff. The top masts snapped and the ship turned boardside. The Dunbar was being pounded into the rocks. The next day, crowds watched as breakers pounded victims' corpses against the rocks, while inside the harbour the incoming tide carried naked bodies, many mutilated by sharks amid cargo and wreckage. One solitary man survived all of this. The man, James Johnson, clung to the rocky ledge below for 36 hours!

Next, we checked out the skyline view of the city from Bondi Beach Hill, there I tossed around a rugby ball with some little boys. I taught them how to throw a football the American way, which they call 'gridiron,' and in turn, they taught me some rugby rules. From there, my family got a glimpse and the history of Bondi Beach. Bondi is the most famous beach in Australia. It was home of the beach volleyball competitions in the 2000 Sydney Olympics. It is also home to some of the best lifeguards in the world, and the rescue show called 'Bondi Rescue.'

From the beach we went through some more suburbs until we reached the Royal Botanical gardens. The view from the botanical gardens encompasses both great views of the Opera House and the Coathanger (Sydney Harbour Bridge). Also in the gardens is Mrs. Macquarie's Chair. The chair is an exposed sandstone rock cut into the shape of a bench on the botanical gardens peninsula in Sydney Harbour. It was hand carved by convicts for Governor Macquarie's wife, Elizabeth. Noticing the obsession with the name Macquarie yet?

At night we had dinner in the 360 revolving restaurant in Sydney's tower. In an hour you would get to enjoy a delicious 3 course meal and see various views of the city lit up in lights. I tried rare kangaroo, which had a strange texture I didn't care for. Also, for dessert, we sampled some dishes, and received a Happy Birthday dish (even though it wasn't my birhtday).

The next day we ventured about 2 hours out of the city to the Blue Mountains. For breakfast, we stopped at Featherdale Park, where we had breakfast with koalas. Our group had access to the park before it opened, and had the opportunity to feed and interact with wallabies, kangaroos, and pet wombats. The cockatoos loved my dad, screeching with their obnoxious call. We continued our journey out to Katoomba, a town in the Blue Mountains, where we took the sky car down to the rain forests below. The main attraction in the blue mountains is The Three Sisters, three towers of rock. There is an Aboriginal dreamtime story that explains the formation: Three beautiful young ladies had fallen in love with three brothers from the Nepean tribe, yet tribal law forbade them to marry. The brothers were not happy to accept this law and so decided to use force to capture the three sisters causing a major tribal battle. As the life of the three sisters were seriously in danger, a witchdoctor from the Katoomba tribe took it upon himself to turn the three sisters into stone to protect them from any harm. While he had intended to reverse the spell when the battle was over, the witchdoctor himself was killed. As only he could reverse the spell to return the ladies to their former beauty, the sisters remain in their magnificent rock formation as a reminder of this battle for generations to come.

The Blue mountains were formed around one million years ago. They are densely populated by oil bearing Eucalyptus trees. The atmosphere is filled with finely dispersed droplets of oil, which , in combination with dust particles and water vapor, scatter short-wave length rays of light which are predominantly blue in color. Hence, this creates a 'fog' of blue in the mountains, which is how the Blue Mountains got their name.

After we viewed the Three Sisters, we rode the Katoomba rail, which is the steepest railway (52 degrees) in the world. Next, we walked some trails and enjoyed mimosas, along with some amazing overlooks over the mountains.

The next day we had our first bad weather of the whole vacation. And of course, it had to be the day of the bridge climb. Newspapers called it the wettest day in Sydney in 10 years. At noon, we traveled to the Bridge Climb place under the southern end of the bridge. After going through videos and safety information, we finally started suiting up. I felt like an astronaut in training. They provided jumpsuits, gloves, rain jackets/pants, we put on harnesses, and various other safety equipment. Finally, our group of 15 was hooked up to radios, and we began out climb. My grandma, who is 81 year old did this, along with several famous icons like Oprah, Steve Irwin, Matt Damon, Daniel Radcliffe and Will Ferrell (to name a few).

Despite the torrential rain, the climb up the 440 foot bridge was a workout, and a great time. It really gave you a sense of what the workers who constructed the bridge faced, although I am sure they were not as well equipped with safety. Bearing the elements, ya know? Once we got to the top of all the steps, the rain cleared so our group could look out over the dreary harbour without getting pelted by rain. We snapped a few pictures, and then started our descent. And the rain came down, and the wind blew. All the training and the climb took about three hours. The Bridge Climb was rated one of the top 10 experiences in the world.

After just 5 days in Sydney we headed north...

Cairns

In order to head to warmer weather, remember, you have to travel north. Cairns, pronounced Cans, is a tropical touristy town in the state of Queensland. The city itself reminded me of the Key's in FL with beaches and bays and lots of tropical vegetation. Basically it has the same type of weather all year round, warm. Cairns is one of the main outlets for foreign tourists who want to visit the Great Barrier Reef, and that is just what we came to do.

The first day in Cairns we checked into our hotel at the Shangri La, which had an amazing view of the port. I went straight for the pool and loaded on the sunscreen. After a few hours of laying out, the Harrison clan went to dinner along the boardwalk and then went out to explore the town. We called it an early night, because the next morning we were off to see the GBR!

The Great Barrier Reef is the world's largest reef system. There are over 2,900 individual reefs and 900 island that stretches along the northern coast of Australia for 133,00 square miles. Basically it is the size Texas. It can be seen from outer space and is the world's biggest single structure made by living organisms...Quite impressive.

Of course there are horror stories...The most famous being the married couple from Louisiana, Tom and Eileen Lonergan. The couple went scuba diving with a company on January 25, 1998, and were never seen again. There are theories surrounding their deaths ranging from being eaten by sharks to murder-suicides. The 2003 movie, Open Water, was a film about the couples disappearance.

After a quick bus ride, with a cheery one-armed bus driver who climbed part of Mt. Everest and had his face on the Australian phone book, we reached Port Douglas and boarded a large boat.We motored for about 2 hours, and finally started to see bits and pieces of the reef. The weather when we departed from Port Douglas looked like it was one the verge of rain, but the people assured us that once we were out to the reef it would be beautiful out. Sure enough, they were right.

The boat was chaotic as we climbed aboard the pontoon. I grabbed my lycra suit, which would protect me from getting burnt and from getting stung from jelly fish, my goggles, flippers, and a mouth piece. Once I had everything on, I went out to the platform to begin exploring the reef. Right by the platform were huge floppy looking fish being fed by another group on the station. I submerged my head under the water and it opened up my eyes to a whole new world.

This was my first time snorkeling EVER, and what a place to start. Nothing will ever surpass the extensive living, breathing mass of coral below the surface. I saw fish the color of purple, green, yellow, and orange highlighters. Many Nemo's and Dory's. Schools upon schools of shimmering fish swam by me, as if creating a sign that directed me onward. There was a clam the size of a california king bed, which I could see breathing. At one point I saw a shark in a dark cave area. Sharks are nocturnal, so I think it was sleeping. Regardless, it gave me the heeby-jeebies, and I shudder away. When I turned around, I was practically face-to-face with a gray fish larger and wider than my body. I could hear the fish pecking at the coral with little click reverberating through the water. I was all my myself, floating in a salt water wonderland. No wonder people could get lost out here...

I was out there for about 3 hours getting lost in the underwater world. That night it was going to be a full moon so the tide was fluctuating greatly by this point. That is when we made our way to the helicopter area. This was another first. We watched the helicopter come in and land on a tiny floating pad. They strapped us in, and away we went. Just a recommendation to any one who wants to go to the Great Barrier Reef, the helicopter ride is the way to go. My camera was exhausted after I was done with the hour long flight back to Cairns, and the pictures were phenomenal. Blues, greens, turquoise...and the reef was showing above water. My pictures turned out amazing but it still doesn't do the GBR justice. Our pilot was female, and we were one of her only English speaking customers all day, so she surprised us with a landing on a small beach off the end of one on of the reefs. Absolutely immaculate. And we even saw a shark...the thing had to be massive if we could see it way up in the air.

The snorkeling and the helicopter ride were by far the most spectacular things I did on my entire 5 month journey. My family and I could not stop talking about it. When my grandma recounted her flight she talked about how she kept thinking she saw a shark, but then realized it was the helicopter shadow, we named it the Helicopter Fish...very amusing!

The next day we took the Kuranda Scenic Railway through the rainforest, spent some time in Kuranda, and took the Skyrail back. Then we took part in learning to throw a boomerang and some other cultural traditions performed by the Aboriginals. When it was my turn to throw the boomerang, I let it fly and the guide turned to me and said "What tribe are you from?"

Later that night, I met up with two guys, Hector and Max, who I went to uni with in Sydney. It's a small world, and we ended up going out and experiencing some Cairn nightlife, which included jello wrestling? This was the first time in about a week and a half I was around people my own age. It was refreshing!

Melbourne. Again.

I ended the 2 week holiday in Melbourne...and by this time the temperature had dropped a bit. The first night we had dinner in a old fashioned tram car that went around the city as we ate and drank. Unfortunately you couldn't see much because there was a lot of rain. When we got off the tram, we stepped into ankle high pools of water.

The next day we enjoyed a trip to Phillip Island. Along the way we stopped at a koala preserve, where you can walk amongst the trees and see koalas sleeping...since they don't do much else. They sleep about 16-18 hours a day and eat the rest. We did however see a koala walking along the boardwalk railing and cute baby munching on some leaves. We toured the beautiful coast, watching hawks swoop and kangaroos hop. Finally, by nightfall, we were at the penguin parade.

The penguins in Australia are called 'Little Penguins.' They are the smallest penuin in the world. The penguins have to come in at night or face the hawk higher up on the food chain. The penguins would quack like ducks when coming out of the water, and their little legs would waddle their way back to their burrows. Some of the burrows were miles upon miles away. Occasionally we would see an insanely fat penguin, which had eaten enough food for 14 days of malting (or shedding its feathers). They were adorable.

The next day was Good Friday and everything seemed to be closed. We roamed around the city, seeing the sights and eating some good food. That night, we bought tickets for the huge Comedy Festival going on in Melbourne. Spontaneous Broadway was a show kind of like Who's Line is It Anyway? but dictated by the audience. They performers would then come up with a storyline and title and sing the song from that musical.

My first night back to 115 was an eventful one. I met up with friends who had gone on a 2 week long backpacking adventure across both the north and south island of NZ. Afterward, I met up with Onur to run around and kick the soccer ball. He insists the sport is called football NOT soccer, because "you kick the 'ball' with your 'foot.' Foot-ball get it?" After a little much needed exercise, I went home and Torill came over. We decided we were in the mood to go out into the city for one of our friend's (Matt from the UK's) farewell. However, first we died from laughing on the lounge after noticing my severe double chin rearing its many rolls in my bungy jumping picture. We. Were. Dying. Torill: Stiff limbs! The night out was great! We went to a bar called Scary Cannery where they have toy pales that you drink out of. We met some of Matt's cricket friends. One named Laz thought I was Swedish.

The end of the month brought my Turkish roommate, Mert's, birthday. We had a bunch of people (Herman, Onur, Bugra, Yigit, Torill, Gaby, Laura, Brooke, James, and Merve) over for a bonfire and chocolate cake. Laura and I also learned how to say Happy Birthday in Turkish, and created a banner for over his door.

I had reached my 2 month mark...2 months left in Aussieland and still so much to do....

Up next: May.

G'day!

G'day May.

May

When I first arrived in Oz, the ground was crispy and it was hot. Summer is typically from December and starts to dwindle slowly from the end of February. In May, you start to see glimpses of the 'winter,' which in Australia that means a little more rain, green grasses, and temperatures hovering around the 60s. Rough life if that is their winter. However, each sunny day was a blessing, and I would sit outside on the lounge doing homework, enjoying the kiss of sunshine on my paling skin. Or I would try to venture into the city to mark off some of my Australia Bucket List...

Most major cities around the world have Chinatowns, and Sydney is no exception. Nine of us (Nacho, Mitch, Eddie, Eric, Karli, Laura, Mariana, and Emily) took a trip into the city to check out Chinatown, and ironically enough, we chose to dine at a Japanese restaurant. Ordering was a struggle with slight communication errors where we almost ordered a whole bottle of Absolute for $60.00 (when we thought we were getting a deal, definitely sounded like she said '$16.00'), but in the end, we all were satisfied. And that was when my eyes were opened to green and red peppers in stir fry...yum. This had to be the most hilarious dinner I had in Australia. It was one of those where the maturity levels drop about 10 years, where you hit the point of loopy-ness and everything becomes so funny breathing is a challenge. It was the "I.I.I.O.O.O" Japanese boy band music reverberating from the restaurant, it was the bendy straws, and the resemblance of our chopsticks to wands from HP. Once we finished our meals, we proceeded to wonder to Darling Harbour and Cockle Bay Wharf, dueling with our newly acquired wands from Emily's wand shop (located in the basement of the jungle gym). In this time, I was able to successfully disarm Mitch, propel water from my wand, and make the water change colors, all while enjoying the best hot chocolate from Lindt Chocolate Cafe. Oh and Karli got a free drink because she's HOT! Needless to say, my abs got a workout, and my inner child get to grace us with her presence for a few hours.

I am not sure if anyone has noticed, but I walk fast. Personally, I blame it on my father who has a much longer stride, leaving my mom and I to practically sprint to keep up. So I have been trained: when I need to be somewhere, just flip a switch and I can basically act like I am on The Amazing Race. Laura and I joked like we were on the Amazing Race all the time, because we would always seem to be those two people that were on the other side of campus when everyone else was ready to go. We found ourselves in that position again, when we were meeting a group to kayak Sydney Harbour. Our starting point was Rose Bay, and it was pretty much a straight shot out to Shark Island with the winds at our back. Shark Island...I know...lovely, comforting name...just what I want to paddle out to in a tiny little open sea kayak. But Mitch and I paired up and took on the adventure. We were the first to cruise up on shore, while dodging several rocks jutting above the surface of the waves. Shark Island is a quaint island, which technically is not supposed to be occupied unless you have a permit, but we had the foreigner excuse if necessary. After many pictures with the city and popular land marks in the background, a dizzying cartwheel race, squeezing two people into one gargantuan life jacket, and some climbing of trees, we embarked on our way back to Rose Bay. Unfortunately this time we were headed straight into the wind, which made the trip back a bit of a workout. We dodged a few boats, took in some water, and laughed about everything.

(Mitch: "Have you seen my room yet? Everything is green.

Me: "Mitch, is that some kind of pick up line to lure girls into your room?")

Shark Island: #9817349071241635465413215456 reason why I love Australia.

I went through an insomniac phase in the middle of May. Mainly I have Bugra and Yigit to thank for that. These guys have such bizarre sleeping schedules, where they sleep at like 6 am and wake up at 8pm. My roommate, Laura and I started hanging out with them, playing cards, and chatting about everything under the sun, then suddenly we found ourselves with bags under our eyes and the sunlight starting to pierce the sky.

There is a popular song reaching the top 40 charts called Tonight, Tonight by Hot Chelle Rae. The lyrics go something like this: "We're goin' at it tonight, tonight, there's a party on the rooftop top of the world tonight,tonight." I heard this song once I reached the US, and my mind instantly flashed back to an unusually comfortable May day in Australia. It was a friend who knew a friend kind of thing, a guy who knows a guy who had a penthouse apartment in Milson's Point. Milson's Point is located on the lower Northern shore of Sydney, right before you cross over the Harbour bridge into the city, and let's just say it is a well-to-do area. A bunch of us got dressed up and attended a sunset party of about 50 people overlooking Sydney Harbour and Luna Park. The sights were breathtaking! Pictures were snapped, and drinks were drank, including an Australia v US skull race, which the good 'ol Red, White, & Blue squeaked by with a victory. Among the guests on the rooftop was a guy named Tristin. We talked music (he was a DJ) for a while, before taking a stroll to see the lights of Luna Park down below. The two of us ended up somehow getting locked on the other side of Luna Park, and scaled two fences to make it back to the rooftop party. Again, Australia isn't exactly making it appealing to leave.

The adventure home was really entertaining too! David started planking...Planking is also known as the Lay Down Game. Basically, you lay down on your stomach with your head down and arms at your sides. Really goofy. Well people start to get creative, planking on statues, other people, and inappropriate places. In fact, someone in Australia tried to plank off a 7th story balcony and fell to his death. From then on planking became illegal in Australia...but the phenomenon wasn't over. Being the rebel he is, David planked on fences, and bushes, and statues. Laura attempted a baby bike.

Food, unexpectedly, was a big difference in Australia. My first time buying groceries at Woolworths (or Wooly's) took so long, and would have taken even longer if it weren't for my Aussie mates there to help. "A trolley? Oh...same thing as a shopping cart...you have to pay for one?" (Controlling one was a challenge too!) "How much is a Kilogram?" "Banana's are $8 for one?!" "Muesli bars? You mean granola bars?" : It was things like that, which made shopping an adventure. All the different brands, and NO idea what was good. A few interesting Aussie dishes:

Fairy bread: bread, butter, hundreds and thousands (hundreds and hundreds? hundreds of thousands?--or what we would call sprinkles)

Pizza with BBQ base instead of tomato

Kangaroo mince

Pies

Shapes: like chips

Tim Tam's (DELICIOUS!! Try a Tim Tam slam...)

Tasty Cheese (As opposed to non-tasty cheese?)

Vegemite: a traditional Aussie spread made from yeast extract. The only people that like it are the Australian's that grew up with it. Personally, you would never want to mistake Vegemite for jam, because you will be in for a rude awakening. Disgusting! Australian's also claim that you can't just eat it alone, but you are supposed to put butter and Vegemite on toast (or with cheese)...either way...it doesn't make a difference.

Fish and Chips: I don't really care for seafood, but my friends where obsessed with it...An interesting fact: Most 'fish' in fish and chips in Australia is shark.

Spaghetti Bolognese: What I would consider spaghetti with meat sauce

As May neared an end, the Village put on a Village Harbour cruise with an open bar for only $25. Again, we lucked out on the weather that night, because it was unusually warm. A big crew dressed up, showed up and partied hard. At the same time as the harbour cruise was going on, Vivid was just beginning. Vivid Sydney is a festival of lights, music, and ideas, in which the city is transformed into a canvas of creativity and inspiration. Among some of the displays include the breathtaking light projections on the sails of the Sydney Opera House. There are also performances like light throwers, and various other sculptures. On the harbour cruise night, the illuminated bridge, Opera house, and majestic buildings were accompanied by fireworks. I just had to sit back and keep telling myself..."Kerry, you are in Australia!"

By May I had attended my like 10th (or 10 millionth) Hump Wednesday at the Ranch. The Village would come alive, and hundreds of students would catch the courtesy bus to The Ranch Hotel (or at least they did when they figured out they didn't have to walk all that way). The appeal of the Ranch was in their free drink coupons if you clicked attending on Facebook, the dancing, and the people watching. Every first Wednesday of every month was a themed party. Among the themes included Fluoro (Blacklight), Toga, Superhero, and Spotlight parties. Often times there were really random games, like a giant blow up twister and boxing with huge gloves.

With Thursday's came Ubar nights. Coming from GV, the thought of a bar on campus was mind boggling. Every Thursday throughout the semester had a theme...did I mention Australians never miss an opportunity to dress up? Some themes included: Jocks and Cheerleaders, Summer haze, Toga, and PJ. The Summer haze was the largest of the year, where they opened up the atrium, allowing three floors of drunk Uni students to get acquainted. It still cracks me up that there was such a large dance floor, claustrophobia would ensue when people decide to dance like they were cattle being herded to the center of the floor. The Toga party was out of control too. The line twisted among the courtyard trees for hundreds and hundred of people in sheets. They ended up cutting off the line, and most went off to create their own Toga party at the Ranch. The PJ party was entertaining. Some guys draped themselves in women's nighties, and I even saw a guy duck tape a pillow to his head.

As you can see...we had a pretty regimented party schedule...Yes, I did study too...

Up next: June, my last month =[

G'day!

Blog Fail. Oopss

Well, I have been back in the good 'ol USA for about three weeks now...And I haven't blogged since March 24th. Sorry for not keeping everyone up to date on the latest Australian News. But not to fear...I can assume you...I had an amazing time, and even better, I wrote things down on my calendar, and will try my hardest to fill you in with as much detail as I can.


So let me take you back...

A bloody long way, back in Australia...back when the weather was still beach material...and back when I was only about a month into my journey...


March


Every month Macquarie University Village partakes in what is called "The Intercollege Competitions," where MUV, Robert Menzie's College, and Dungmore Lang College compete in different sporting events. (Side note: Sports are organized COMPLETELY different from the US....College, first off, do not refer to different universities/higher education institution, but instead refers to dorms. Secondly, Macquarie doesn't really have the whole 'team spirit'- based campus atmosphere, like home. They have sports, but no students block off their entire Saturday to go watch their university team play.)

Anywho, the first event was volleyball. Being obsessed with the sport, I immediately signed up, and as directed, showed up at 1pm by the mailboxes to walk to the volleyball court. Well, the volleyball consisted of a turf-like floor, mixed with a little sand, and a droopy old net. Being the shortest on the team, I typically am not the not ideal hitter, but on a droopy net...I was lovin' life. By the end of the first game I was referred to as '#22.' My teammates where fun girls, some were pretty hung over from a long night out (to give you any inclination of how popular volleyball is in Australia). At the end of a hot, humid day, we ended up winning the 'tournament.'

Next I tried Netball. Australian girls LOVE this sport. Essentially, it is basketball, except you cannot dribble or travel, and certain positions can only cover certain areas. The game is all about passing, and eventually getting it to your goal scorer for them to shoot into a backboardless hoop. Apparently Netball is the 'cat fight' sports, where the girls get aggressive. Personally, I really liked the sport once I figured out the rules, except I am used to a little more contact. Again, MUV took home the victory against both teams. Throughout the semester I tried touch footy, and played quite a bit of soccer (which I haven't played since I was in 6th grade).

One day in March, while I was on my way home from the city, my neighbor Nick called me and asked if I would be at all interested in being on his team for a Village Flip Cup Tournament. Aussie's love their drinking games, and of course, went all out with uniforms...the whole sha-bang. Everyone, on our team of 6, received an Australia flag-printed baby towel, which was like a Mexican poncho with a hood. The boys wore budgie smugglers (or speedos) underneath, which made things interesting. We even had a team name...Bonnet Poppers. Unfortunately, the drink at the flip cup tournament was goon (boxed wine), which we had to skull (chug) for several rounds. But that didn't deter us too much, because the Bonnet Poppers put up a proper showing by coming in 3rd place. We were in fine form.

Almost every night we took advantage of the comfortable summer evening temperatures and sat out on our porch of 115. By the end of most nights our neighbors and fellow Villagers would join in on the conversation and story-telling. It was not uncommon for the topic to find it's way to a "What do you call this?' or "How do you say that?" marathon.


Here is the list of the interesting differences:

G'day: Hello!
No worries: Expression of forgiveness or reassurance (No problem; Forget about it; Yeah, I'll do it)
Trollies: Shopping cart
Lollies: Candy
The shits: A fit/tantrum
Swimmers: Swim suit
Jumper: Sweatshirt
Sloppy joes: Crewneck sweatshirt
Thongs: Flip-Flops
Whipper snippers: Weed wackers
Bogan: Hick/ Redneck
Bloke: Male
Mate: Friend
Heaps: A lot
Keen: Excited about
I Reckon: 'I think'
Fringe: Bangs (hair)
Spewin': Angry
Aluminum: they pronouce it 'al-u-min-yum'
Mozzies: Mosquitos
Brekkie: Breakfast
Soft drink: pop/soda
Lift: Elevator
Footy: Aussie Rules Football (AFL) or Rugby
Maccas: McDonald's
Barbie: barbeque
Budgie smugglers: Speedos
Skull: Chug
Goon: Cheap wine/boxed wine
Car park: Parking lot
Mum: Mom
Tomato sauce: (pronounced toe-mot-o) Ketchup
Hire: Rent
Aussie: Australian
Arvo: Afternoon
Bastard: term of endearment
Dickhead: Silly person, goof, idiot
Bludger: Lazy person
Bush: Unpopulated area, The Outback
Prawn: Shrimp
Jug: Pitcher
Pokies: Gambling machines
Roo/Roo bar: Kangaroo/ Bars to deflect Kangaroos
Bin: Wastebasket
Rubbish: Garbage
Aussie salute: Swatting flies
Petrol: Gas
Station: Large farm
Swag: Roll up bedding
Trackies: Track suit

Meanwhile, hanging out around the lounge gave me the opportunity to meet and get to know so many friends from all over the world: Turkey, Norway, Australia, France...to name a few. By the end of my time in Australia, I found myself able to say the Turkish alphabet and a few token phrases (thanks to Mert, Merve, Bugra, Onur, Yigit, Yasin, and Herman), like iyi geceler (good night), nasılsın? (How are you?), iyim (good), sakar (clumsy), tatali (sweet/dessert/cute), multi yillar (happy birthday), and sisko patatas (fat sack of potatoes...you know...the important phrases). It was also on the porch were I found myself trying hookah, doing the apache dance, attemping the worm, staying up until the twilight hours, listening to neighbors throw up off their porches, laughing ridiculously loud, trying new foods/familiar foods with twists (like pizza with a bbq sauce base?), and making those Australian memories.

Beach weather, by the end of March, was becoming increasingly difficult to come by, so I made the most of ooportunities when they presented themselves. I was still on a quest to visit as many beachs of the 16 in the Sydney area. One Wednesday, being the most dedicated scholar I am, I skipped Uni to head to Dee Why via several bus rides (by then I had become a master of the public transportation...and boy, did I miss driving!). Dee Why reminded me heaps of Manly, being another northern beach, but lacking the volleyball population. It was a longer beach and a lot less populated, the perfect escape from the hustle and bustle of the city. After a much needed nap, Laura and I headed on a little excursion over to the wave pools. Just beyond the pools filled with Aussie's parttaking in their swimming rituals, there were a series sandstone obstacles, weather-beaten structures, and natural pools of water remaining perfectly glass-like. We found a spot up some old stairs carved out of sandstone, past a man who looked oddly like Enrique Iglesias and an old man napping with his dog, and watched the tide roll in, crashing against the natural barriers of sandstone. And I thought to myself, there is no way I am leaving.

That was March in a nutshell, just hitting the highlights. Up next: April.

G'day

World, Togas, St. Patty's...

Sorry it has taken so long for me to write...needless to say I realized that I was here for school and actually had to read and write papers. But, oh the places I have been...

The World Bar is a bar located on the infamous King's Cross district. The was a ton of students who went down there on a Tuesday night for some drinks and karaoke. At the World bar they have these drinks called teapots. There are many different kinds, like skittle, long island, etc. etc. What the bartenders do is pour a mixture of shots and juice into a teapot and give you tiny shot glasses. The etiquette is you cannot drink directly from the teapot, but pour drinks into these shot glasses. Interestinggg. Then I was signed up for karaoke..naturally for Shania Twain's "Man I Feel Like A Woman" First karaoke experience. Basically going to be the next American...Australian Idol.

Toga Toga Toga! At the Ubar there was the huge Toga party...The whole university and their grandmothers showed up so when we arrived at 10 there was no room for us. Instead, a few of us headed to the Ranch in our togas and made our own gathering of sheets. Overall, great night. When I got home I was already wearing a sheet so no extra effort to get ready for bed.

On St. Patty's day a group of us dressed in green and travelled into the city to have dinner at Pancakes on the Rocks. This was the first sit down restaurant I have been to since I left the States. I had ribs and a giant dessert of chocolate pancakes topped with ice cream, strawberries, and chocolate drizzle. Very low cal--needless to say the plate was licked clean. After the filling meal, we headed for The Rocks. The Rocks is Australian's oldest point of the city, filled with bars, shops, cobble-stone streets--a great atmosphere for celebration. We went to the rooftop and afterward "Wizard of Oz'd" out to Circular Quay.

The summer weather apparently coming to an end, although by Michigan standards it is still pretty nice. Still on my mission to discover all the beaches here in Sydney, this week the crew went to a quaint, local beach south of Bondi, named Bronte. The waves would make a surfer drool, and the rock pool was beautiful. After being chased off the beach by threatening clouds, we started our journey home, where I was almost shut in the train doors. Surprised? Probably not.

I headed back to The Rocks to check out a market, where several vendors line the streets selling souvenirs, food, and "Johnny Fart Pants" (really hideous towel pants that are apparently useful and stylish?).

Still loving my time here! Still meeting lots of great people from all around the world and locally. This weekend I am heading south to Melbourne to see the city, an Aussie Rules Football game, and tour the Great Ocean Road. In 2 weeks time, my parents, grandma, and aunt will be joining me on this side of the world for a trip of a lifetime! Cannot wait!

Rainbows and Chinese Food

Mardi Gras. Traditionally, in the US, it is largely carnival festivities. Here in Australia, it is the largest gay/lesbian pride festival around. On Saturday (March 7, 2011), a group of us ventured into the city to see the parade.

On the way there, a few friends were asked to get off the train for the possession of alcohol. So naturally, our whole group got off the train to see them receive a "friendly" warning to not bring alcohol on the trains. We caught the next train to Town Hall, where we walked a few blocks to Stratton Hotel. The group of us sang along to the music and downed a few drinks, before setting off toward the parade.

Along the way, amongst all the colorfully and/ or scantily dressed mobs of people, I accidentally stepped on my friend's shoe, breaking it. She walked around the rest of the night with one shoe on, one shoe off. Thankfully, she didn't step on any glass! The crowd of people around Oxford Street was insane! Rainbows everywhere! The only way I could catch a glimpse of the parade was to sit on top of one of my guy friend's shoulders. The floats weren't your typical floats: Half naked men in speedos or chains and whips danced on top of trucks. Needless to say, it was interesting. The sights definitely packed the house.

After I saw about fifteen minutes of the parade, we met up with our lost friends at The Gaff. The Gaff is a multi-level club, with tons of room for dancing. So naturally, we danced the night away, until our feet gave out. Exhausted, we caught the last train back to Mac Uni.

Sunday is generally my designated homework day, just like back home. But to mix it up a little, my friend Lei from China, prepared an authentic Chinese meal for a few of us. I arrived at her apartment early, which might have been a mistake. For those of you who know me, I am not a patient person when it come to eating...I watched her prepare food for almost two hours, and I was almost dying from the anticipation. Trust me, it was well worth the weight ;) Afterward, I laid on the floor (Lei told me that the position I was laying in was the symbol in Chinese for big haha)

Until next time, G'day!

Just another day at the beach.

Sorry, it has been heaps of time since my last post. Good news: I haven't been bitten/attacked my anything poisonous (knock on wood), and I am still alive and kicking! Bad news: For all you Finding Nemo fans out there...It is unfortunate, but 42 Wallaby Way, Sydney does not exist.

Classes have started up. It has taken a little getting used to. The weather is still absolutely amazing, and I feel like I am on vacation, so focusing has taken a little getting used to. I am taking a Consumer Behavior class, Marketing Research, International Business, and Introduction to Cinema. All of them seem pretty interesting. The first week of classes didn't even seem like the first week, since the tutorials, just the lectures were scheduled. Therefore, I spent a majority of the week exploring a small sampling of the beaches around here.

Manly Beach is where all the volleyball is at, not to mention the waters are pristine. I have been there twice, and I highly recommend taking the fairy ride from Circular Quay to Manly Wharf. I have taken some killer shots of the harbor. There is a cute little beach town that you have to walk through to get to the beach, with delicious ice cream! Guaranteed you will leave there with a smile on your face and a small desert in your suit.

Coogee Beach hast to be one of my favorites. It's a quaint little beach, surrounded by towering cliffs. The waves crash further in shore, so if you swim out far enough you can just float, weightless for hours. These pictures from this beach were phenomenal (check them out on Facebook). There is a small ocean side pool, and I hiked along the cliff base for a good while. Kelli, you were right, its beautiful!

Coming up: Tonight we are going into the city to experience Mardi Gras! Should be quite the experience!

G'Day Mates!