Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Day 11: Charlie Boorman!!
Jim Dunham, this is for you...
For anyone who has been following the Long Way Round and Long Way Down cross-country motorcycle escapades of Charlie Boorman and Ewan McGregor, then you may or may not know that while Ewan is in the States filming a new movie, Charlie continued the series of adventures by traveling Ireland through Indonesia, then caught a boat ride into Australia. I couldn't have asked for better timing to be in Sydney, since Charlie's ride ended in Sydney today. I heard it on the news today that he was preparing to leave for the last 45 minute journey into Sydney, leaving 30 minutes later. I did the math and guessed that he would be arriving about the same time we were on our way to the Sydney Opera House and wouldn't it be cool if...
Then I forgot about it.
Our group was walking through the Botanical Gardens just southeast of the Opera House, taking photos like nobody's business. When we reached the harbour, the students went left towards the Opera House and I went right looking for a better photo angle. I got to a point on the sidewalk where someone asked me to stay behind the makeshift barrier. I maneauvered for my perfect shot and got it. As I was turning to head back to the Opera House for the tour, I noticed that the VIPs behind the barrier had motorcycle helmets sitting on the ground in front of them. A memory flashed back to me. No, it couldn't be! But if Charlie was coming to Sydney, where better to go than to a beautiful view of the Harbour Bridge and Opera House in the background. Less than 5 minutes later, I found myself standing almost alone as Charlie Boorman and others cruised into the park and down to the waterside, right in front of me. Camera at the ready, I got incredible video footage and still photos. I can't wait to upload, and I can't wait to get back to High Point to relay the complete story to my good friend, Jim, who has been following the Boorman/McGregor adventures with me for the past 2 years!
For anyone who has been following the Long Way Round and Long Way Down cross-country motorcycle escapades of Charlie Boorman and Ewan McGregor, then you may or may not know that while Ewan is in the States filming a new movie, Charlie continued the series of adventures by traveling Ireland through Indonesia, then caught a boat ride into Australia. I couldn't have asked for better timing to be in Sydney, since Charlie's ride ended in Sydney today. I heard it on the news today that he was preparing to leave for the last 45 minute journey into Sydney, leaving 30 minutes later. I did the math and guessed that he would be arriving about the same time we were on our way to the Sydney Opera House and wouldn't it be cool if...
Then I forgot about it.
Our group was walking through the Botanical Gardens just southeast of the Opera House, taking photos like nobody's business. When we reached the harbour, the students went left towards the Opera House and I went right looking for a better photo angle. I got to a point on the sidewalk where someone asked me to stay behind the makeshift barrier. I maneauvered for my perfect shot and got it. As I was turning to head back to the Opera House for the tour, I noticed that the VIPs behind the barrier had motorcycle helmets sitting on the ground in front of them. A memory flashed back to me. No, it couldn't be! But if Charlie was coming to Sydney, where better to go than to a beautiful view of the Harbour Bridge and Opera House in the background. Less than 5 minutes later, I found myself standing almost alone as Charlie Boorman and others cruised into the park and down to the waterside, right in front of me. Camera at the ready, I got incredible video footage and still photos. I can't wait to upload, and I can't wait to get back to High Point to relay the complete story to my good friend, Jim, who has been following the Boorman/McGregor adventures with me for the past 2 years!
Monday, July 21, 2008
Day 10: Back to Sydney & SCG/Aussie Stadium
We awoke this morning and packed up to leave our Surfers Paradise paradise. Caught the shuttle to the airport under gorgeous blue skies. Not Carolina blue, but a much deeper, more vivid color of blue. Almost like a holographic sticker that shifts colors as it reflects the color around it.
The flight was quick as was lunch (Part 1: ham & cheese panini on the plane; Part 2: whatever we wanted from the Sydney airport). I've already pointed out the egg on burger scheme, but I must note that their milkshakes taste like raw egg, too.
Running out of internet time. I'll touch on Sydney Cricket Ground and Aussie Stadium tour next time...
The Sydney Cricket Ground was astounding with its old traditions and way of making every other sports venue seem impersonal and overrated. From the simplicity of the "changing rooms" to the flaky paint, every bit of the Ground added character and prestige to the sport and those who play and watch it.
Then to Aussie Stadium, next door to the Cricket Ground, where Aussie rules football is played. I was happy to stand beneath the goal post, as Aussie football has become my favorite sport. Yes, even more so than Rugby Union and Rugby League. With all three sports, the athletes hit one another with such force and precision as to pop a ball loose, yet the protection they wear is no more than a tight jersey, short shorts, and a pair of cleats. Very seldom do they dispute an official's call, although one rugby official was "reassigned" after his supervisor and many others agreed that a call was inexcusably incorrect. Professional (and college) athletes in the U.S. could learn a few things from the prowess and composure these men demonstrate each week on the pitch.
The flight was quick as was lunch (Part 1: ham & cheese panini on the plane; Part 2: whatever we wanted from the Sydney airport). I've already pointed out the egg on burger scheme, but I must note that their milkshakes taste like raw egg, too.
Running out of internet time. I'll touch on Sydney Cricket Ground and Aussie Stadium tour next time...
The Sydney Cricket Ground was astounding with its old traditions and way of making every other sports venue seem impersonal and overrated. From the simplicity of the "changing rooms" to the flaky paint, every bit of the Ground added character and prestige to the sport and those who play and watch it.
Then to Aussie Stadium, next door to the Cricket Ground, where Aussie rules football is played. I was happy to stand beneath the goal post, as Aussie football has become my favorite sport. Yes, even more so than Rugby Union and Rugby League. With all three sports, the athletes hit one another with such force and precision as to pop a ball loose, yet the protection they wear is no more than a tight jersey, short shorts, and a pair of cleats. Very seldom do they dispute an official's call, although one rugby official was "reassigned" after his supervisor and many others agreed that a call was inexcusably incorrect. Professional (and college) athletes in the U.S. could learn a few things from the prowess and composure these men demonstrate each week on the pitch.
Photos!!!
It's like Where's Waldo, avian-style:
The inland view from my Surfers Paradise hotel room balcony:
The beach view from Surfers Paradise:
My little Getz:
Me driving on the left:
Alpaca stud, who like my pup, enjoys soaking his feet on a hot day:
View of mountains upon mountains upon mountains in McPherson Range, Lamington National Park:
My new friends:
Sunset from Lamington:
Sunrise from Springbrook:
The inland view from my Surfers Paradise hotel room balcony:
The beach view from Surfers Paradise:
My little Getz:
Me driving on the left:
Alpaca stud, who like my pup, enjoys soaking his feet on a hot day:
View of mountains upon mountains upon mountains in McPherson Range, Lamington National Park:
My new friends:
Sunset from Lamington:
Sunrise from Springbrook:
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Day 9: Surf & Turf
I rose at 5am and was on the road by 5:15. Destination: Springbrook National Park and Natural Bridge. After leaving the main drag of Surfers Paradise, I didn't pass a single car for more than 2 hours. But I passed a few dozen more 'roo and at Natural Bridge I saw what looked like a cross among a chicken, a wild turkey, and a peacock. You'll have to see the photos. I didn't have any intention of hiking to the bridge, since a few of the students, Dr. Z, and I had plans to take a surf lesson at 10am. So I drove through, stopped periodically taking photos, and backtracked my way into town to refill with gas (very fuel efficient) and return my car keys. I hated to see the little car go, but I know now that I can drive on the left. And if I decide to hire a campervan in NZ, I will enjoy driving it!
I was running late, and the taxi was waiting for the group. Instead, I agree to meet them at the beach. I ran upstairs, changed quickly into my swim gear and Wal-mart crocs, grabbed a towel, and started the long jog to the beach. Surprisingly, I didn't tire, and I didn't have a problem running in crocs--Wal-mart brand or otherwise. I arrived just in time, was given a rash guard, and signed the waiver. Evidently, anything fun you do in Australia also requires a waiver. We learned the basics about maneuvering a board in the water, what to do, what not to do, and then we were off. It was an exhausting 2 hours, but well worth it! We purchased photos of the "ordeal" so others could laugh at us, too.
A quick dip in the hotel pool and saltwater lagoon washed away the chaffing feeling of sand in our shorts. And now we've all gone our different ways for our last evening in Surfers Paradise. We'll leave in the morning for Sydney in the wake of World Youth Day and the Pope's visit. I hope everyone has gone home before we arrive (fat chance).
As a side note, the students were the hit of the conference, and Dr. Z was the hero for being the only prof who brought students. The students' presentation went very well, and other attendees told me it was among the best at the conference. I wasn't part of the conference, so I didn't get to see it, but I'm told they videotaped it! Yea, HPU publicity stuff that I didn't have to compile or write!!
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Day 8: The Drive
In less than 20 minutes, I'll find myself behind the wheel of a 2-door, sub-sub-sub-compact rental car with the driver's seat on the right, driving down the left side of the street. Oh, and did I mention it's a manual? I'm hoping that all those drives to high school with my brother will pay off for me. Paint this picture: him driving, eating sweetarts, and telling me when to shift gears from the passenger's seat. I'm really counting on that experience to get me from Surfers Paradise about 2 hours away to Lamington and Springbrook National Parks and back. Stay tuned for the nerve-shattering conclusion of this post.
And I lived!! Not only did I live, I thrived! I had a Hyundai Getz which is the size of a new hybrid Prius. Ok, so to complete the picture above, consider this: Wheel on the right, driving on the left, stick-shift on the left, turn signal on the right. Thank goodness the pedals were in the same place!! I was quite nervous when I started out. Michael (concierge) and Kelsey (Bond Univ, from MN) gave me a few pointers that came in handy. I approached the car to get in. Yes, I went to the left side of the car, so I played it off by dropping my stuff (maps, driving directions, travel book, nalgene, apple, etc.) into the passenger seat then walked around to the other side.
It was nerve-shattering at first, but once I realized that Gold Coast roads (and maybe Australian roads in general) are VERY well signed, I calmed down. Before too long, I was driving the speed limit (which is really saying something, see below), with the windows down, radio up, singing random music at the top of my lungs. For those from the GSO area, 98.7 Simon plays everything? NO! Gold Coast radio plays everything! As foreshadowed by the music video selection. I commented to Dr. Z that Gold Coast isn't the place that time forgot because they play new stuff, too. Instead, it's the place that never forgets! I heard Amy Grant followed by Beastie Boys followed by Willie Nelson with a couple of other local acts mixed in. Incredible!
Ok, so here comes the hard part... I decided to head for Lamington National Park and a place called O'Reilly's (hotel, outdoor retreat). Once off the Surfers Paradise spit, I went through a quaint little town called Nerang on a road that changed names at least a dozen times, but easily named for the towns on the road. Nerang-Beaudesert Road. I saw a turn-off for Mt. Tambourine with a "steep" warning sign and accepted the challenge. It was incredible how quickly I climbed. Forget WV switchbacks, this road went straight up! It was difficult to tell while I was white-knuckling the steering wheel, but I'm guessing that a few short distances were as much as 30%, with most others at least 20%. The view was spectacular but mostly crowded by tree growth. Not sure how good my photos are because I can't download my photos from my camera at this cafe.
Then back to the main road and down to Canunga, where I found a Ned Kelley motorcycle shop (but no t-shirts with the shop name and location). Took the long way round. Yes, I was a little lost, but using the road names I actually found my destination after being lost without any problems. In the meantime, I visited Beaudesert, which was almost as far into the Gold Coast Hinterland you can go before hitting the bush. I should mention that we you get out of town, you get out of town quickly!
The best part of the trip was the sometimes 2-lane, sometimes 1-lane road that changed with little or no notice, blind curves, no shoulder, 200-300ft drop-offs, speed limit 60km/h and people expect you to do it, too. I now know that the cattle racks on the front of Australian vehicles are not really for cattle. They are to push cars from behind when they are driving too slow on winding roads. And most Hinterland road wind sharply. I stopped for a late lunch, a latte, and a stretch at an alpacha (sp?) stud farm with a gorgeous view and lots of locally handmade merchandise! Of course, I had to buy a shawl. Then back on the road. Unfortunately, the first 5 kangaroo I saw were also the first 5 roadkill I saw. I started to wonder whether 'roo had some habits in common with deer or possum in the U.S. I was hoping that "come out at dusk" was among them. And I was right. I hadn't gotten more than a few km down the road when I spotted a 'roo in the road right in front of me. I screamed "moose!" then realized I wasn't in Alaska anymore. (For AK trip highlights, see www.explearn.blogspot.com). I fumbled for my camera and couldn't get the flash turned off before it hopped out of the way and over the hill. Maybe I'll see another one. Yeah, right. I saw at least 50 more before I got back to civilization. Great photos of a couple of them. Can't wait to show my nephew the video!
I watched the sunset from the McPherson Range (named for a brilliant coworker and friend of mine, just kidding but it is spelled correctly). I slowly made my way back to the hotel with crazy talk about seeing so many 'roos. I hit the sack early after watching a little Australian football--much more athletic and fast-paced that American football. I had full intentions of another drive the following morning before returning the car at noon.
And I lived!! Not only did I live, I thrived! I had a Hyundai Getz which is the size of a new hybrid Prius. Ok, so to complete the picture above, consider this: Wheel on the right, driving on the left, stick-shift on the left, turn signal on the right. Thank goodness the pedals were in the same place!! I was quite nervous when I started out. Michael (concierge) and Kelsey (Bond Univ, from MN) gave me a few pointers that came in handy. I approached the car to get in. Yes, I went to the left side of the car, so I played it off by dropping my stuff (maps, driving directions, travel book, nalgene, apple, etc.) into the passenger seat then walked around to the other side.
It was nerve-shattering at first, but once I realized that Gold Coast roads (and maybe Australian roads in general) are VERY well signed, I calmed down. Before too long, I was driving the speed limit (which is really saying something, see below), with the windows down, radio up, singing random music at the top of my lungs. For those from the GSO area, 98.7 Simon plays everything? NO! Gold Coast radio plays everything! As foreshadowed by the music video selection. I commented to Dr. Z that Gold Coast isn't the place that time forgot because they play new stuff, too. Instead, it's the place that never forgets! I heard Amy Grant followed by Beastie Boys followed by Willie Nelson with a couple of other local acts mixed in. Incredible!
Ok, so here comes the hard part... I decided to head for Lamington National Park and a place called O'Reilly's (hotel, outdoor retreat). Once off the Surfers Paradise spit, I went through a quaint little town called Nerang on a road that changed names at least a dozen times, but easily named for the towns on the road. Nerang-Beaudesert Road. I saw a turn-off for Mt. Tambourine with a "steep" warning sign and accepted the challenge. It was incredible how quickly I climbed. Forget WV switchbacks, this road went straight up! It was difficult to tell while I was white-knuckling the steering wheel, but I'm guessing that a few short distances were as much as 30%, with most others at least 20%. The view was spectacular but mostly crowded by tree growth. Not sure how good my photos are because I can't download my photos from my camera at this cafe.
Then back to the main road and down to Canunga, where I found a Ned Kelley motorcycle shop (but no t-shirts with the shop name and location). Took the long way round. Yes, I was a little lost, but using the road names I actually found my destination after being lost without any problems. In the meantime, I visited Beaudesert, which was almost as far into the Gold Coast Hinterland you can go before hitting the bush. I should mention that we you get out of town, you get out of town quickly!
The best part of the trip was the sometimes 2-lane, sometimes 1-lane road that changed with little or no notice, blind curves, no shoulder, 200-300ft drop-offs, speed limit 60km/h and people expect you to do it, too. I now know that the cattle racks on the front of Australian vehicles are not really for cattle. They are to push cars from behind when they are driving too slow on winding roads. And most Hinterland road wind sharply. I stopped for a late lunch, a latte, and a stretch at an alpacha (sp?) stud farm with a gorgeous view and lots of locally handmade merchandise! Of course, I had to buy a shawl. Then back on the road. Unfortunately, the first 5 kangaroo I saw were also the first 5 roadkill I saw. I started to wonder whether 'roo had some habits in common with deer or possum in the U.S. I was hoping that "come out at dusk" was among them. And I was right. I hadn't gotten more than a few km down the road when I spotted a 'roo in the road right in front of me. I screamed "moose!" then realized I wasn't in Alaska anymore. (For AK trip highlights, see www.explearn.blogspot.com). I fumbled for my camera and couldn't get the flash turned off before it hopped out of the way and over the hill. Maybe I'll see another one. Yeah, right. I saw at least 50 more before I got back to civilization. Great photos of a couple of them. Can't wait to show my nephew the video!
I watched the sunset from the McPherson Range (named for a brilliant coworker and friend of mine, just kidding but it is spelled correctly). I slowly made my way back to the hotel with crazy talk about seeing so many 'roos. I hit the sack early after watching a little Australian football--much more athletic and fast-paced that American football. I had full intentions of another drive the following morning before returning the car at noon.
Day 7: Bond University & the Markets
On Friday morning, I hired a pricy taxi to take me to Bond University to meet with reps about a potential study abroad program. The campus is absolutely breath-taking! The view, the lakes, the modern architecture and new buildings (the university is just over 20 years old)! From the moment I arrived, I knew I was in the right place. Simon & Garfunkel's "Mrs. Robinson" playing on speakers in the quad! After a campus tour with a study abroad admissions liaison, I had a wonderful lunch of fish and chips in the university dining area with the head of the program. The parallels between HPU and Bond are staggering, and they compliment HPU in terms of programs/courses that we don't have available. I can't wait to move forward with the arrangement!
After an equally expensive ride back to the hotel, I hopped in with Dr. Zarick for a trip to the local Harley Davidson shop. Once there, I realized that I don't (think I) know anyone who rides a Harley Davidson other than Dr. Z, so I had no one to buy for.
Every Wednesday and Friday evenings, the beach boardwalk opens up to vendors, craftsmen, and other services. It's quite a festive occasion. I purchased a boomarang for my nephew (or maybe I'll keep this one for myself). Sorry, Leigh Ann. No pink boomerangs yet, but I'm still looking. Then I went looking for dinner. At the convenience store/grill, I had seen an assortment of burgers and promised myself that I would try one before I left. Now, along the crowded boardwalk was my chance. I ordered a hamburger, loaded. I must note that I knew what was going to be on it when I ordered, and I was suspicious to say the least. But I'm sure I would find these toppings on a Top Chef Australia dish, so I tried it. Keep reading and you'll quickly figure out why I had ice cream for dinner that night...
Surfers Paradise is a place where:
- a can coke costs $3 and people buy them anyway
- Asian punk and goth are not only accepted but celebrated
- my WV slang "right on" is being replaced by Aussie slang "spot on"
- the place to be on Friday night is the boardwalk market
- the music videos playing on every flatscreen at the market are:
Rod Stewart's Young Hearts
U2's Angels of Harlem
Cindy Lauper's Girls Just Wanna Have Fun
New Edition's Candy Girl
- Cadbury is king of chocolate
- Madonna is queen of cool
- surfers trade boards for business suits and return to work after their breaks
- women change clothes in the parking lot after a day on the beach with no one holding a towel
- if you're right, you're wrong... on the roads and on the sidewalks
- countless numbers of cultures intermingle without confrontation, sideways looks, or prejudice
- a drunken teenager may fall over you at any given time as you eat in an outdoor cafe
- the crosswalks chirp when it's time to walk and click when it's not
- American and British 80s music is played and enjoyed by all ages and nationalities
- if housekeeping thinks you're messy, they will "help" you organize yourself
- toilets have 1 button that depresses in 2 different ways and the water goes down without spinning or going down... chug, chug, chug
- old Jon Voight movies are shown during prime time
- use of an electrical outlet requires flipping a switch to turn it on
- turning on light, outlets, and A/C in a hotel room requires the patron to slip the room key into a slot by the front door, thus turning off everything when the patron takes the key and leaves
- vendors tie-dye with mud
- a 20-something man wearing silver sparkling fairy slippers on a city street is not an uncommon sight
And finally...
- a hamburger consists of meat, lettuce, grilled onions, a slice of beet, a fried egg, and a side of bacon the size of a center cut of country ham steak. "Sauce" available upon request... mayo, tomato (not ketchup).
After an equally expensive ride back to the hotel, I hopped in with Dr. Zarick for a trip to the local Harley Davidson shop. Once there, I realized that I don't (think I) know anyone who rides a Harley Davidson other than Dr. Z, so I had no one to buy for.
Every Wednesday and Friday evenings, the beach boardwalk opens up to vendors, craftsmen, and other services. It's quite a festive occasion. I purchased a boomarang for my nephew (or maybe I'll keep this one for myself). Sorry, Leigh Ann. No pink boomerangs yet, but I'm still looking. Then I went looking for dinner. At the convenience store/grill, I had seen an assortment of burgers and promised myself that I would try one before I left. Now, along the crowded boardwalk was my chance. I ordered a hamburger, loaded. I must note that I knew what was going to be on it when I ordered, and I was suspicious to say the least. But I'm sure I would find these toppings on a Top Chef Australia dish, so I tried it. Keep reading and you'll quickly figure out why I had ice cream for dinner that night...
Surfers Paradise is a place where:
- a can coke costs $3 and people buy them anyway
- Asian punk and goth are not only accepted but celebrated
- my WV slang "right on" is being replaced by Aussie slang "spot on"
- the place to be on Friday night is the boardwalk market
- the music videos playing on every flatscreen at the market are:
Rod Stewart's Young Hearts
U2's Angels of Harlem
Cindy Lauper's Girls Just Wanna Have Fun
New Edition's Candy Girl
- Cadbury is king of chocolate
- Madonna is queen of cool
- surfers trade boards for business suits and return to work after their breaks
- women change clothes in the parking lot after a day on the beach with no one holding a towel
- if you're right, you're wrong... on the roads and on the sidewalks
- countless numbers of cultures intermingle without confrontation, sideways looks, or prejudice
- a drunken teenager may fall over you at any given time as you eat in an outdoor cafe
- the crosswalks chirp when it's time to walk and click when it's not
- American and British 80s music is played and enjoyed by all ages and nationalities
- if housekeeping thinks you're messy, they will "help" you organize yourself
- toilets have 1 button that depresses in 2 different ways and the water goes down without spinning or going down... chug, chug, chug
- old Jon Voight movies are shown during prime time
- use of an electrical outlet requires flipping a switch to turn it on
- turning on light, outlets, and A/C in a hotel room requires the patron to slip the room key into a slot by the front door, thus turning off everything when the patron takes the key and leaves
- vendors tie-dye with mud
- a 20-something man wearing silver sparkling fairy slippers on a city street is not an uncommon sight
And finally...
- a hamburger consists of meat, lettuce, grilled onions, a slice of beet, a fried egg, and a side of bacon the size of a center cut of country ham steak. "Sauce" available upon request... mayo, tomato (not ketchup).
Day 6: Surfers Paradise Beach
I spent all day Thursday walking the streets of Surfers Paradise and checking and responding to email. I suppose the travel agent would like to be paid for the lovely hotel rooms that we're staying in, and this is the first time I've walked someone through Datatel purchasing over phone. Good job, Chris! I've already had to charge the phone credit, and did so without a problem. These phones are so user-friendly. Thanks, Janet!
I saw a Japanese music video being filmed on the beach. Fake head shots of playing sand volleyball and playing in the water. I'm guessing that I'll never see the final version after it's released.
I saw a Japanese music video being filmed on the beach. Fake head shots of playing sand volleyball and playing in the water. I'm guessing that I'll never see the final version after it's released.
Day 5: Fix Espresso & Jody's Own Personal Hell
Note: Names have been changed to protect the humiliated.
I set off walking down the road to see what Surfers Paradise had to offer and didn't get far before I realized that I was hungry. For brunch, stopped at a small cafe on the side of the walk in the CBD (central business district). Fix Espresso had a variety of items, but a ham and cheese croissant caught my attention. Here we go, my first purchase in Australia (other than an $11 purchase of milk, bananas, and apples). I ordered. No problem. Then she asked me if I wanted it "squished in the thing (gesturing to the grill behind her) or..." as her gaze went to the microwave. I wish now that I wouldn't have answered so quickly, so I could have heard what she called the microwave. Now, I'll never know. The next morning the Fix Espresso was closed, long-term but temporary, due to construction on the front of the building.
Two dinner events were planned in conjunction with the sport management conference. One of which I agree to attend: the Australian Outback Spectactular. Anyone who has ever been to the Dixie Stampede (Pigeon Forge, TN; Myrtle Beach, SC; and others) ore really bad dinner theatre will understand my disappointment. I had imagined perhaps a cheesy "outback barbie" with jokes and performances by local artists, but never did I expect horses, cattle, sheep, and a character so corny that I wanted to strangle myself every time he made an incredibly predictable comment. However, my pain wasn't nearly as intense as "Jody" who not only wasn't having the good time that others were, but she also refused to wear the "genuine outback hat" provided as we entered the venue. All in all, it was a learning experience. Puffy dessert good, entertainment bad. Next time, just say no thanks.
I set off walking down the road to see what Surfers Paradise had to offer and didn't get far before I realized that I was hungry. For brunch, stopped at a small cafe on the side of the walk in the CBD (central business district). Fix Espresso had a variety of items, but a ham and cheese croissant caught my attention. Here we go, my first purchase in Australia (other than an $11 purchase of milk, bananas, and apples). I ordered. No problem. Then she asked me if I wanted it "squished in the thing (gesturing to the grill behind her) or..." as her gaze went to the microwave. I wish now that I wouldn't have answered so quickly, so I could have heard what she called the microwave. Now, I'll never know. The next morning the Fix Espresso was closed, long-term but temporary, due to construction on the front of the building.
Two dinner events were planned in conjunction with the sport management conference. One of which I agree to attend: the Australian Outback Spectactular. Anyone who has ever been to the Dixie Stampede (Pigeon Forge, TN; Myrtle Beach, SC; and others) ore really bad dinner theatre will understand my disappointment. I had imagined perhaps a cheesy "outback barbie" with jokes and performances by local artists, but never did I expect horses, cattle, sheep, and a character so corny that I wanted to strangle myself every time he made an incredibly predictable comment. However, my pain wasn't nearly as intense as "Jody" who not only wasn't having the good time that others were, but she also refused to wear the "genuine outback hat" provided as we entered the venue. All in all, it was a learning experience. Puffy dessert good, entertainment bad. Next time, just say no thanks.
Day 4: Int'l Date Line to Sydney to Surfers Paradise/Gold Coast
We boarded the plane on time and were off on time, which means we arrived in Sydney on time. Keep in mind that "on time" meant more than 14 hours in the air on a packed airplane with about 75 very loud and somewhat unsupervised kids on their way to World Youth Day in Sydney. FYI: Day 3 (July 15) didn't exist for us because we crossed the international date line. I'll make up for it by living August 7 twice on the way back to the U.S.
While standing in line for the restroom on the plane, I had a flashback to a high-seas day on a boat from Ft. Lauderdale to Freeport. Motion sickness got the best of a marked majority of passenger, and the results of that sickness were sitting in bags and ground into the carpet everywhere. Yuck. Day 4 witnessed its fair share of illness. Some in the form that spatters at your feet unexpectedly. I felt the effects of air travel in my ankles. I did my in-flight exercises as instructed, but I awoke from a restful sleep with ankles significantly larger and more squishy than when I feel asleep. I suspect it has something to do with the fact that I was dehydrated before I left, I didn't drink much on the flight, I was taking allegra for my newly-found allergies, and I was also taking benedryl for a recent attack of poison ivy, courtesy of the path to my weekend platform, which I was not supposed to let slip as I entered the country because people have been kept out for lesser reasons. KP and Ashley have since inherited that lovely platform and its plants. And I am humbled after taunting that I haven't gotten poison ivy in more than 20 years! Those words tasted quite good with a little salt and a smothering of ranch dressing.
A short flight from Sydney to Surfers Paradise, with an aerial view of the Sydney Opera House in sight over the wing of the plane, and we had arrived at our first destination.
We arrived in drizzling rain, gathered our bags in pouring rain, and attempted to board our shuttle in pounding rain. The shuttle to the hotel was nice but somewhat uneventful, other than the fact that a couple of students really thought we were driving on the "wrong" side of the road. I guess they didn't notice that note in the fine print during trip prep.
The hotel is absolutely gorgeous. Large lobby with bambo fans waving back and forth from 25-foot ceilings. The staff are incredibly helpful and courteous, in fact putting southern hospitality to shame, and most of them had learned our names and responsibilities on the trip by the end of our first day there. And we knew them also: Katie at the front desk, Vanessa in activities, Michael the concierge.
The trip was made, in my mind at least, when I arrived at my 21st floor room to a breathtaking view of the Surfers Paradise coast. And it was solidified when I opened what I expected to be the door to an average-sized bathroom only to find the ultimate luxury bathroom, complete with heated mirrors, glass shower, and very much oversized bathtub in the middle of the room. Absolute heaven!
About 4:00pm I hit the bed for a quick nap before dinner. Right. I woke up at 4:00am the next morning and watched the sun come up.
While standing in line for the restroom on the plane, I had a flashback to a high-seas day on a boat from Ft. Lauderdale to Freeport. Motion sickness got the best of a marked majority of passenger, and the results of that sickness were sitting in bags and ground into the carpet everywhere. Yuck. Day 4 witnessed its fair share of illness. Some in the form that spatters at your feet unexpectedly. I felt the effects of air travel in my ankles. I did my in-flight exercises as instructed, but I awoke from a restful sleep with ankles significantly larger and more squishy than when I feel asleep. I suspect it has something to do with the fact that I was dehydrated before I left, I didn't drink much on the flight, I was taking allegra for my newly-found allergies, and I was also taking benedryl for a recent attack of poison ivy, courtesy of the path to my weekend platform, which I was not supposed to let slip as I entered the country because people have been kept out for lesser reasons. KP and Ashley have since inherited that lovely platform and its plants. And I am humbled after taunting that I haven't gotten poison ivy in more than 20 years! Those words tasted quite good with a little salt and a smothering of ranch dressing.
A short flight from Sydney to Surfers Paradise, with an aerial view of the Sydney Opera House in sight over the wing of the plane, and we had arrived at our first destination.
We arrived in drizzling rain, gathered our bags in pouring rain, and attempted to board our shuttle in pounding rain. The shuttle to the hotel was nice but somewhat uneventful, other than the fact that a couple of students really thought we were driving on the "wrong" side of the road. I guess they didn't notice that note in the fine print during trip prep.
The hotel is absolutely gorgeous. Large lobby with bambo fans waving back and forth from 25-foot ceilings. The staff are incredibly helpful and courteous, in fact putting southern hospitality to shame, and most of them had learned our names and responsibilities on the trip by the end of our first day there. And we knew them also: Katie at the front desk, Vanessa in activities, Michael the concierge.
The trip was made, in my mind at least, when I arrived at my 21st floor room to a breathtaking view of the Surfers Paradise coast. And it was solidified when I opened what I expected to be the door to an average-sized bathroom only to find the ultimate luxury bathroom, complete with heated mirrors, glass shower, and very much oversized bathtub in the middle of the room. Absolute heaven!
About 4:00pm I hit the bed for a quick nap before dinner. Right. I woke up at 4:00am the next morning and watched the sun come up.
Days 1 - 2: LA and Camp LaJolla
My trip started off on an incredible note as my shuttle to the airport didn't show up at 4:45am. Instead, I loaded my luggage into my car and drove quickly. On less than an hour of sleep, it probably wasn't a great idea, but you gotta do... I made arrangements with good friend Chris to pick up my spare set of keys and bring my car back to the house. (Thank you, Chris!) That's much better than paying for long-term parking for 26 days.
The flight left a few minutes late since the electrical system for running the air conditioner (and the airplane engine starter) wasn't working. We all agreed that was worth turning around to get fixed. After a short delay, I was on my way! No snags other than having to run through the Cincinnati airport to catch my connection, but I made it.
I arrived in Los Angeles about 10am, rented a car, and hit the road. Some people say that driving in Los Angeles is scary, but I strongly disagree. It's very similar to any other highway, except the roads are in worse condition and most drivers don't tailgate, so there's none of that riding the brake or worse, slamming on the brakes seconds before hitting the car just inches ahead. It was quite pleasant, even during heavy traffic, so I pointed northwest and drove the Pacific Coast Highway through Malibu into the ___ National Park. (I'll complete the blanks as I remember the names. I'm on information overload.)
Then a long drive past Legoland, where they wouldn't let me run in and buy a shirt for my nephew. Sorry, Clay. I finally arrived in San Diego and on Coronado Island, only to discover that Camp LaJolla is not on Coronado Island, just the office. So the next morning, after 20 minutes trying to find my way off the island, passing Hotel Del Coronado at least 4 times, and seeing a woman in a pristine blue and white dress and matching hat as big as a UFO eat the pavement on the steps of the Coronado Island Republican Headquarters (not so pristine anymore). Anyway, I drove to the LaJolla village exit. Makes sense that Camp LaJolla is in LaJolla! The visit went well, and I got to catch up and talk HPU with some folks who hadn't been there in awhile: Jessie formerly of ResLife, Erryn, Lauren, and Meg MaHONey. Mary Beth was there, too, but I didn't see her.
After a short sight-seeing trip through Hollywood and by Dodger Stadium, I met the HPU students and Dr. Zarick at LAX for dinner and a long wait to catch our flight to Sydney. Leave time: 11:50pm on July 14.
The flight left a few minutes late since the electrical system for running the air conditioner (and the airplane engine starter) wasn't working. We all agreed that was worth turning around to get fixed. After a short delay, I was on my way! No snags other than having to run through the Cincinnati airport to catch my connection, but I made it.
I arrived in Los Angeles about 10am, rented a car, and hit the road. Some people say that driving in Los Angeles is scary, but I strongly disagree. It's very similar to any other highway, except the roads are in worse condition and most drivers don't tailgate, so there's none of that riding the brake or worse, slamming on the brakes seconds before hitting the car just inches ahead. It was quite pleasant, even during heavy traffic, so I pointed northwest and drove the Pacific Coast Highway through Malibu into the ___ National Park. (I'll complete the blanks as I remember the names. I'm on information overload.)
Then a long drive past Legoland, where they wouldn't let me run in and buy a shirt for my nephew. Sorry, Clay. I finally arrived in San Diego and on Coronado Island, only to discover that Camp LaJolla is not on Coronado Island, just the office. So the next morning, after 20 minutes trying to find my way off the island, passing Hotel Del Coronado at least 4 times, and seeing a woman in a pristine blue and white dress and matching hat as big as a UFO eat the pavement on the steps of the Coronado Island Republican Headquarters (not so pristine anymore). Anyway, I drove to the LaJolla village exit. Makes sense that Camp LaJolla is in LaJolla! The visit went well, and I got to catch up and talk HPU with some folks who hadn't been there in awhile: Jessie formerly of ResLife, Erryn, Lauren, and Meg MaHONey. Mary Beth was there, too, but I didn't see her.
After a short sight-seeing trip through Hollywood and by Dodger Stadium, I met the HPU students and Dr. Zarick at LAX for dinner and a long wait to catch our flight to Sydney. Leave time: 11:50pm on July 14.
Sunday, July 6, 2008
One week out...
Those of you who followed the HPU in Alaska 2007 blog from last June know that blogging can be a great way to pass along information, photos, and news of a traveler's adventures while s/he is away.
Unfortunately, I'm less than one week out from departure, and I know little more now than I knew at the time of my first post. The more recent news is that I will be flying into Cairns, Australia, on July 25. Then into Auckland, New Zealand, on July 31. Leaving Auckland the morning of August 7, which is the same morning I leave Sydney for LAX, and yes, it's also the same morning I depart LAX for Greensboro, peppering in 22+ hours of travel time, of course. Isn't flying over the international date line fun?!
After returning to the U.S. I'm hoping to demonstrate unhumanly human strength and fortitude by overcoming jetlag in a mere few hours, so I can roadtrip to TN in time to make my grandmother's 80th birthday party. She'll be turning 80 on 8/8/08. You just can't make up this stuff!
For now, I'm still on a whitewater high after yet another gorgeous weekend on the New River in West Virginia.
<--insert shameless plug for Wildwater Expeditions here-->
www.wvaraft.com
They have been so good for me!
Unfortunately, I'm less than one week out from departure, and I know little more now than I knew at the time of my first post. The more recent news is that I will be flying into Cairns, Australia, on July 25. Then into Auckland, New Zealand, on July 31. Leaving Auckland the morning of August 7, which is the same morning I leave Sydney for LAX, and yes, it's also the same morning I depart LAX for Greensboro, peppering in 22+ hours of travel time, of course. Isn't flying over the international date line fun?!
After returning to the U.S. I'm hoping to demonstrate unhumanly human strength and fortitude by overcoming jetlag in a mere few hours, so I can roadtrip to TN in time to make my grandmother's 80th birthday party. She'll be turning 80 on 8/8/08. You just can't make up this stuff!
For now, I'm still on a whitewater high after yet another gorgeous weekend on the New River in West Virginia.
<--insert shameless plug for Wildwater Expeditions here-->
www.wvaraft.com
They have been so good for me!
Friday, June 6, 2008
How this trip came to be...
Less than a week ago I got word that I had a chance to go to Australia. 2 days ago, I found out that I could spend some additional time exploring the country (and surrounding countries) for potential internship sites. I'll be accompanying a good friend and colleague, Dr. Jim Zarick, as he leads a group of graduate and undergraduate students from the Department of Exercise & Sport Science on a facilities/event management study abroad trip through Sydney and Gold Coast.
Australia and New Zealand have so much to offer that I don't even know where to start. Other than to contact a couple of traveling friends I met in Skagway, Alaska. Amy and James are mean pool sharks and noted adventurers. Both are from New Zealand, and James still lives and works in Sydney (although I'm not sure which part). Amy is in the UK, moving to Canada soon, I think. I'm hoping they can help find a remedy for my little dilemma. So with very little notice and way too many options, I'm beginning to think about starting to put together a tentative skeleton of a preliminary plan for my part of the trip that I will later re-review and change at least a dozen times.
At this point, I know 2 things for certain: 1) I'm scheduled to leave the U.S. on July 14, and 2) I'm scheduled to return to the U.S. on August 7. Everything in between is a bit muddy.
Australia and New Zealand have so much to offer that I don't even know where to start. Other than to contact a couple of traveling friends I met in Skagway, Alaska. Amy and James are mean pool sharks and noted adventurers. Both are from New Zealand, and James still lives and works in Sydney (although I'm not sure which part). Amy is in the UK, moving to Canada soon, I think. I'm hoping they can help find a remedy for my little dilemma. So with very little notice and way too many options, I'm beginning to think about starting to put together a tentative skeleton of a preliminary plan for my part of the trip that I will later re-review and change at least a dozen times.
At this point, I know 2 things for certain: 1) I'm scheduled to leave the U.S. on July 14, and 2) I'm scheduled to return to the U.S. on August 7. Everything in between is a bit muddy.
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