"We wander for distraction, but we travel for fulfillment." -Hilaire Belloc

Easter Break came and went so fast that it almost seems like it didn’t happen. I didn’t have much time to anticipate it’s arrival because I spent the 2 weeks before departure in the library or locked in my room trying to finish 3 hugeeee Uni assignments. I tried to finish them before the trip so that I might not stress during vacation. The work load was too huge and I ended up finishing only ¾ of my work, but when Good Friday came I put my work on the shelf and out of my mind, stuffed my pack, and flew to Cairns!


Cairns is in Northern Queensland, about a 3-hour flight from Sydney. On Friday April 10th Lauren and I anticipated a full day of hell with at least a few hiccups. With my previous travel experiences I made sure to leave for the airport at 10am, a full 4 hours before departure, leaving room for traffic on the bus, train delays, check-in issues, and security lines. Little did we know, Australian airports are heaven on earth compared to American airports. I’ve forgotten what it’s like to not have terrorist threats ruling every step. We were sitting in the Quantas domestic gate by 11:30. Baggage checked and ready to go. I really wish it was that easy at home. Reason #1108 that I love Australia more than the US.



If the ease of travel isn’t enough to convince anyone that Australia > US, then how about the fact that I got a delicious hot meal on the flight (vegetarian catered and all!), hot coffee/tea, and free headphones to watch the in-flight movie. My 5 hour trip from Washington DC to San Francisco didn’t even have peanuts! Step it up, America.

We were safely in Cairns and checked in at our Hostel by 6:00. Cairns is run on tourism, so it is fullll of backpackers. There are about 30 hostels to choose from and with a bit of research we were able to find a hostel for $17/night, including free dinner, where we slept in a 4-person girls-only room. It was a small hostel that was a 10-minute walk from the center of town, but Lauren and I didn’t really care! The owner of our hostel worked the front desk where he checked people in and gave great advice for booking activities in Cairns. We spent our first hours there chatting with him about the best things to do and by the end of the night we had our whole week planned and booked. It was going to be epic…

April 11th
So Saturday morning we woke up at 6:30 and got picked up at 7:10 from the hostel. We were driven up and over the mountain that overlooks Cairns to an adorable horse farm in the bush. This horse farm had a bit more pizzazz then most, for all through its surrounding lands are mud-covered trails that are constantly torn apart by travelers speeding around on little red ATVs. The weather was forecasted to be rainy so Lauren and I took the advice of our hostel owner who had said that ATVing was the most fun that he’d ever had in his life. Lauren and I were itching to get muddy and tear through the woods on our 4-wheelers, so once our group purged the timid drivers from the back of the line we were flying through the mud and laughing the whole way. The guide in the front of the line would go around the mud puddles but I made my own path through the center every time. Whoever happened to be behind me in line got absolutely drenched in mud….it was beautiful! The morning session was a total blast and after a sausage sizzle we were carted back down the mountain and back to Cairns.

The ATV/Horse farm.

We're muddy and happy.

Lauren's shirt is proof that she was behind me as I tore through the puddles.

Lauren and I took the rest of the day to go grocery shopping and relax around the Hostel. That night we went to the Woolshed, the local pub where we had the free dinner vouchers. At dinner we managed to meet a few really great fellow travelers, 2 Germans, and 1 Norwegian, who all provided some great conversations and a fun night that ended at the Cairns "beach".

Our new German friends Justus and Manuel

Manuel and I discovered that we have the same eye color...

We discovered that the YMCA song is an international hit. The entire pub lit up with excitement when it came on. Our Norwegian and German friends knew the YMCA better than Lauren.

The "beach" at Cairns edge is really just quicksand-like mud. Lauren sunk into her thigh and needed to get rescued by Manuel.

Sunday, April 12th- Happy Eastaaaaaaaaahhhh!!!
11am the AJ Hackett bus picked us up for our day at the Bungee Jump site in Cairns. The tower that we jumped off of was the first purpose built bungee tower in the world, with zero injuries or deaths in it’s past. AJ Hackett is from New Zealand, and is one of the first pioneers in the sport of bungee jumping. He has jumping sights all over the world including New Zealand, Macau, Kuala Lumpur, Germany, France, and Bali. The tower overlooks Cairns and a beautiful view of the long coastline, and at its base is a nice building complete with a bar, observation deck, live band, and a pond to dip into on your dive.

The view from the top. This is a stitch of 5 photos. Click on it to see a bigger version...

Another photo stitch. This is the view from the deck.

All morning I waited to have a bit of nervousness in the pit of my stomach. Anticipation is always the best part of an experience, but it was as if I was immune to it. I thought for sure that if I wasn’t feeling it at the bottom while watching others jump that it would hit me as I was being strapped in. Nothing. As I stood on the edge of the platform and looked to the pond 50 meters (165 feet) below me all I could feel was excitement. I’m not really sure where my fear has disappeared to, but as the man behind me said “Okay, Jump!”, there was zero hesitation and I dove straight off into the air. The free fall was a feeling that is so indescribable but leaves you feeling intoxicated with happiness. It is an addicting sensation and I am already looking ahead to a skydiving session in my near future! As I fell closer and closer to the pond I realized that I was not slowing down and with a quick reaction I was able to close my eyes a second before my upper body got dunked in the water. I didn’t think I was going to go under because we were supposed to request the dunk and I had forgotten to mention it during the excitement of getting strapped in. But, the dunk made it all the more epic and I flew back up into the air almost next to the platform I had just jumped from. The view of the Pacific ocean took on a whole new perspective as I bounced through the air. It was so beautiful! I wish that I had photos of my jump because the smile on my face as I flew through the air was in rare form. The weather was going in and out of a heavy downpour of rain and a temporary stop/parting of the clouds all day. I had heard that the view from the top was amazing, so I said to Lauren “I’m praying that the clouds part as I am going up the tower. I don’t care if they close back over me as I’m jumping…I just want it to be pretty when I jump!” Sure enough…the clouds parted for the 20 minutes around my jump. Someone upstairs was listening to me!!

Lauren and I at the top.

I had to take some photos of the action, even if I wasn't in them.

Back in Cairns, a really colorful sunset to say goodbye to Easter!

Monday, April 13th
Another early start with our 6am pickup to go White-water Rafting at the Tully River. The bus ride led us about 2 hours North West into the rainforest that surrounds the river. This rainforest is one of only eleven sites worldwide to fulfill all four of the available criteria that allow inclusion for World Heritage Listing. The criterion for this listing is for the area to show examples of: Major stages in the Earth’s evolutionary history, On-going biological evolution, exceptional natural beauty, and Habitat for threatened species. The most stunning part of this rainforest was the mighty Tully that tears through the center. This river is home to class 3 and 4 rapids and I’m happy to say that we made it out alive with no bumps or bruises. Our boat was the only one that did not overturn or lose a member while making it down the big rapids. I also found out later that the water in the Tully river is home to salt-water crocs who have been known to interfere with some rafting adventures. I most definitely would have had a heart attack if I had seen a 6 foot croc swimming toward our inflatable raft.

Look at Lauren's face in this picture. Epic!

This rapid is where most boats flipped. We had to get inside the boat to stabilize.

Where did the raft go?!

Halfway down the river we pulled over to have a lunch break (another sausage sizzle….of course), but we had to eat in a changing area because the rain that had been coming down all morning continued to fall. We were supposed to be transported to another location to launch the second half of our tour, but we were then rushed back out on to the river because a giant wave of water was apparently heading our way. If we had waited much longer to get back out then the rapids would have been too huge and too dangerous to continue through. We made it out in one piece and passed out from exhaustion on the ride back to Cairns.

At lunch: Our raft team with instructor Vinnie.

Tuesday/Wednesday, April 14th –15th
I had been anticipating this day since the moment I found out I was going to Australia. We were setting sail on a 2 day Great Barrier Reef voyage and at 7am we boarded our new temporary home, the Rum Runner. The 16 passenger boat came equipped with 1 Skipper, 1 Scuba Instructor (in addition to skipper), 2 Hands, and 1 Hostie (hostess/cook). Besides the crew, the passengers were Lauren and Me, two Aussie families of 4- one with young twin girls, a couple from Scotland, and a guy & girl from Holland. The dynamic was a bit strange with the families because I had been so used to young backpackers, but in the end they got along with us young folk quite well.
So we left a rainy and overcast Cairns expecting the same weather on the reef, but within an hour of sailing the clouds parted to reveal stunning blue water illuminated by the sun. The trip out to the reef was about a 2.5-hour ride and everyone on the boat got seasick but me, Eelco the Dutch boy, and the crew. I guess I’m born to be on the ocean?

Leaving Cairns and the bad weather

The waves breaking in the distance is the edge of the reef. The bright green is the reef that sits only a few feet from the top of the water.

My reflection on the deep blue water

"Willie"- A Great Barrier Reef local...
Stay tuned for other pictures of this big guy.

A quick de-brief from Skipper Jason.

We got in the water for our first introductory dive and got comfortable with equalizing and breathing through the tanks. I was immediately hooked. We had the option to go for 3 more dives at an extra cost, but I had zero hesitation- the whole reason I came to the Great Barrier Reef was to dive and explore! We came back up, ate lunch and went back out for a quick snorkel, then loaded the boat to move to our next dive spot. After another 20 minute dive we dropped our gear and went back to the reef to discover more underwater splendor. The different species of fish and the colors of the coral reveal a world so intricate and mysterious to the human form. Nothing in the reef is unimpressive and if it weren’t for my snorkel mask or scuba gear, my mouth would be wide with amazement.

OK! The underwater symbol to show that you're good to go.

Meet Willie, the GBR local.
Apparently this big guy always visits the Rum Runner & other boats and loves to be fed rock-melon (Cantelope).

I finally got to be the Mermaid I always dreamed about.

Lauren and Me (bottom), loving the reef.

Willie again.

Me and a sea cucumber!

Then we anchored the boat and claimed our resting spot in the middle of the reef. The sunset behind us was especially great because there was no land in any direction to stop the light show prematurely, just the horizon line drawn by calm water. After sunset the dinner bell rang and we all piled our plates with delicious food cooked by Beverly, our hostie. The best part of the meal was the fresh fish that had been caught hours earlier by our Skipper.

Lounging at the end of our day

Sunset behind our boat. No land in sight.

Beverly's spread.


The stars above us seemed to multiply in numbers from previous on-land stargazing nights. I was exhausted from this long day so I headed for bed but when I made my way down to the cabin it was so stuffy that I could hardly breathe. I grabbed my mattress pad and seized a piece of open deck space where I was to set up camp. Sleeping on the deck in the middle of the Great Barrier Reef was an experience that I will never ever forget. I was so close to the edge of the boat that when I would wake up in the middle of the night to the boat gently rocking side to side, the only thing I could see was the moon’s reflection on the water. Getting nearly stepped on woke me up for good and when I got up to see what the fuss was about I was happy to have my Nikon at arms length. The sun was rising directly opposite from where I had last seen it set. Orange light poured over the water and the clouds turned a pink color that sat beautifully next to the blue sky. I can think of no better way to start the day.



An hour later we were at a new spot on the reef and I was scuba diving through caves made of coral and seeing things I could never dream up…and this was all before breakfast. The day moved forward, we did another dive, totaling 4 for the whole trip, and some more snorkeling sessions as well. The best moment of this trip was stumbling across a lazy sea turtle munching on the reef for brekky and getting to pet him as he continued on, un-phased. On every dive we saw Finding Nemo characters whose personalities proved to correspond perfectly to the movie. I’m dying to watch it again!

We found something cool....


We found Nemo in his anemone!!
My finger is the one on the top.

Marieke, Lauren, and Me on the ride home.

Land Ho!

One of my fellow sailors

In the end, this was the most memorable two days of my entire life. I get to tick off a biggie on my bucket list and I have some really great pictures to remember it by. There are rumors circulating that the reef will be closed to all human interaction within the next 5-10 years because of the drastic amounts of bleaching that is happening. In my heart I know I will never again get the opportunity to see the reef as I just have, so I thank my lucky stars to have had an experience like this. It was hands down the coolest thing I’ve ever done or seen.


Thursday/Friday, April 16th -17th
Cairns' location makes for a diverse trip because on one side sits the Great Barrier Reef and to the other is the vibrant Daintree Rainforest. Lauren and I set out another two day adventure, but this time we would be sleeping under a canopy of leaves instead of stars. On the first day of our expedition we saw a number of key attractions in warp speed. Our tour guide had packed so much stuff into one day that we had a minimal amount of time at each place, but there was just enough time to soak it all in. There was so much beauty seen, so to accurately explain my day I’ll use pictures…

Hiking through the rainforest to get to the Mossman Gorge.

Mossman Gorge

Bushwalking through the Daintree Rainforest.

These next photos were all taken in a Wildlife Refuge that was located near Port Douglas.

A Cassowarys are endangered so througout Queensland rainforest areas you can see roadsigns warning drivers to slow down and keep their eyes peeled for these giant birds. Click HERE for an example.

Salt Water Crocs, Queensland's deadliest predator.

Different species of crocidile and not as dangerous.

The Cookland Orchid- Queensland's State flower

Cookaburra

Momma and her Joey!
This literally made my trip... I was sooo excited to meet these little roos.

I was reaaaally happy.

About to cross the Daintree River. This ferry is the only way to cross into the rainforest and it stops at 8pm every night. If anyone needs to cross for medical reasons they must use the emergency helicopter that sits at the water's edge. Also, on the other side there is no electricity system so all residents must use generators for power.

Walu Wugirriga
The mouth of the river on the right is the one that we just crossed.

Late afternoon bushwalk through the rainforest in Cape Tribulation, our night's resting spot.

The local swimming hole where we took a dip after bushwalking. The best part was the rope swing!

After the long day, we made it back to our rainforest hostel and layed down at 7:30pm for what we planned to be a quick evening nap. The level of our exhaustion took us by extreme surprise when we woke up at 8am the next morning in the same position. Our bodies were happy and refuelled, and we were ready for another 3 full days in Queensland!

Rainforest Day 2: Cape Tribulation
This was a 10 minute walk from where we spent the night.

At the Cape Trib overlook with our new friends from Canada and Holland.

New mate we made at Cape Trib.

I love my life!

PK's Jungle Village: The hostel in the Rainforest

Lauren graciously using her hand for a size comparison...

....of a GIANT spider. These are everywhere in Queensland.

After we left our hostel we stopped back on the Daintree River for a Croc Cruise where we rode around searching for these guys. We saw about 5 in various places, all laying in the sun to warm up.

This little guy also joined us on our cruise.

Our rainforest adventure came to an end but our day did not. That night we met up with the Rum Runner crew at the Woolshed, where Skipper treated us to some pizza and beer. Perfect Friday night, if you ask me!

The Rum Runners!
Bev the Hostie on the left end and the deck-hand, Amile, on the right end.

Look who we found!! Dan from Newcastle.
You know you are really at home in a new country when you run into multiple people you know in another state. This night we found 5 people we knew, all of whom have nothing to do with each other...

We are really loving this vacation from our vacation.

Saturday, April 18th
Our long and exciting week ended in the best way possible: a day of nothing. We planned to have nothing planned. The best part of a vacation is getting that chance to relax and although our week was extremely fun, it was far from relaxing. So Lauren and I slept in and leisurely made our way to the Lagoon. Cairns doesn't have a nice beach access within walking distance, so the city built a nice public lagoon that sits at the end of their main street in downtown. We layed by the pool with water, an apple, sunscreen, and a book...it was perfect. After a few hours a street festival was set up at the waters edge complete with live music and local-made jewelry and crafts. I found myself a great shell necklace that will forever remind me of this incredible vacation and the way Australia has made me feel really alive for the first time.

The Cairns Lagoon

Sunday, April 19th
All good things come to an end and Sydney was calling us home. I have to admit that even through the adventures, I was excited to rest my head in my bed once again. The best part about living in Australia is that "going back to the real world"= Sydney. How did I ever get this lucky?

Bye Great Barrier Reef!

In every trip that I've made in my life I have found something within myself that I never before knew existed. It's like a light turns on in a compartment of my heart, opening it to exploration. I am reminded through each experience that I am still growing every day and molding into the real me. This trip helped me to learn the art of going with the flow, not stressing, and letting myself enjoy the little things. In comparison to others, my travel experience is lacking, but I pride myself in the growth that comes in each adventure. My love for travel is ingrained in my soul and trips like this make me excited about my future and all that it holds. Life is filled with mystery, much like any trip. You may think you have it planned, but you really don't know who you will encounter or where you will end up. Stay open to everything that is presented to you and always remember to have fun.

So to you, my loves back home:

Remember to live your life like a trip. Enjoy every bit!
And as always.... I never stop thinking about or missing you.

The Loveliest Farewell to Summer

This week has proven to be exceptionally hard because my progress in Uni work has been put to a near standstill as I cope with a pretty serious cold (but not TOO serious…stop worrying Mom). With a big group presentation on Thursday, my head is running a mile a minute while my body works as though my veins are circulating with cement. I can’t find much motivation to leave my apartment and the change in weather isn’t helping much either. The drop in temperature might also be blamed for this head/chest cold, but I’ll go ahead and put the blame on myself for not packing a jacket. My hope-filled soul denied that Australia could be cold and merely prayed that all the people who tried to warn me were merely cold-natured and didn’t know what cool weather was. I am from Boone, afterall.

So in my standard of denial, I spent Saturday on the beach trying to snag the last bit of summer rays before Fall was in full force. The weather held and with only a few clouds and a forecast of at least 75 degrees, I was ready to soak in the sun. After a terribly frustrating and looonng drive to Coogee (which is a bit funny, in retrospect), I finally got to relax in the sand to the soft sound of waves crashing beside me. In accordance to my amazing luck… it was almost instantly that a cloud rolled in and dropped 10 degrees. I was beginning to question my day as I “layed out” in a bundled position, but just then the cloud moved away. I plugged my ears with some good music, closed my eyes, and….another cloud. So at this point I began to accept that the summer has officially left Australia.
My friends came in from the water and it was not long after that we couldn’t stand the breeze, so we packed our beach things and headed to a local seaside restaurant called 5-Ohs for some of our crew to grab a quick dinner. An hour later as we walked out of 5-Ohs we all lingered for a minute in a collective but unspoken pause, knowing that no one really wanted to go home yet. We looked behind us to the setting sun and knew that walking up the headlands was going to reveal a most beautiful sight.
Once we reached the top, all conversations ceased and we each found a separate resting spot to sit and marinate ourselves in this moment. The scene was picturesque with the rising tide bringing the linear swells, each one carrying a dark blue wave to crash onto the rocks below me. The whitewash over the rock looked like vanilla icing being spread over a plate of oddly shaped brownies. In the far-off distance to my right sat a collection of rocks in the middle of the sea that would normally not catch my attention, but a bon-fire’s flicker and the outline of human forms were turned a shade of pink from the setting sun. The town of Coogee and it's buildings were silhouetted by the deep orange rays on it’s backside. My instant reaction to this beauty was a tinge of regret for not charging my camera from the previous night’s draining of the battery. This sunset was not the most beautiful that I have seen in Australia, but there was something about that moment that I was desperate to capture. It was as if I was bidding adieu to the last day of summer by giving my full attention to it. In the end I am glad I didn’t have my camera because no photo could possibly contain my feelings of love for Australia and the beauty it continually presents me.

My intention that morning was to “soak” in the sun, but by the end of the day I was perfectly content finding a new personal definition of soaking in the sun.













Because of my cold and the setbacks at Uni that it’s caused, I don’t have enough time to do my Easter Break update, but I will do it by the end of this weekend. Pinky Promise!

March Madness

As of 5:00 today the constant anxiety that has haunted me for weeks has vanished and my chest can finally rise and fall to its full capacity again. At least for now…
Uni is really giving me hell while showing me what most other people have to deal with during their college career. No wonder everyone else was so ready to graduate. It’s a good thing that this is my final semester in school, because it is wearing me down to my wits end. I’m so grateful to have had such a fun major at Appalachian. Learning anything in the Graphic Arts department never felt like work. I wouldn’t change a thing if I were to do it all again…

But my existence in Sydney is not only about school (although it should probably take a liiiittle more of my time. This is debatable though). This past month has absolutely flown by and my time here continues to speed. I'm already more than halfway done with my exchange here in Australia and the thought of leaving really makes me sick. I want to try to recount my last month but that might take ages to write, so I’ll write with light (for those who don’t already know, that is the breakdown of the word “Photography.” See, you read my blog and get to learn new things! ).

So, starting from where I last left off- Early March.

St. Patty’s Day: Because last year I was only 20, I have never been able to celebrate St. Patty’s along with the masses. If I was in Australia last year, or the year before, or the year before that….I could have celebrated. But alas, I am here now and I must not think of what could have been because it’s a wasted thought.
So, I suited up in my best green outfit, met up with my international crew at the Irish pub in Newtown, and we proceeded to have as much fun as we could on a school night.

St. Patrick's Day is perfect for me because I looove Guinness.

"Uni Sucks"

Amen!

The next fun event was Irene’s birthday. My beautiful Italian friend decided the theme of her evening BBQ would be a “pink party” and everyone had to come dressed in something pink. I always love a theme, so I came equipped. The night was really lovely with good friends and delicious Italian food & birthday sweets to be eaten under the speckled night sky.

Me & Paola

Josanne, Me, Roos, Jane, & Marietta

The rest of that weekend was filled with a few fun excursions around the city: Glebe Market, Paddys, an evening with the wake board & water ski club, visiting Massimo’s high rise apartment, and a Sunday afternoon ferry to Manly beach.

Looking out from Massimo's World Tower Apartment balcony.

The people look like ants. Vertigo?

Out with the Wakeboard & Water ski club.

Ferry to Manly Beach

Then came the weekend of Surf Camp. I’ve always wanted to learn to surf, but living 4+ hours from a beach my whole life has been quite the roadblock. This was such a golden opportunity- 2 full days of surfing punctuated by wild nights and really fun people. It was hands-down one of the most fun weekends I’ve had in Australia, and also in my entire life.
On Friday night when I was boarded on to a charter bus that was brimming with Americans I had a little apprehension about the weekend ahead. I don’t know who I’m kidding, it was more than a little apprehension…I had full on culture shock. Lauren and Paola were the only Americans that I have had any contact with in Australia, so a busload was really overwhelming. It was the first time I’ve been able to step into the shoes of a foreigner and feel the uncomfortable anxiety that comes with being surrounded by a giant group of loud laughing/screaming/obnoxious American 20-somethings. The only non-Americans on the bus were my friends and my frustration rose as I saw all of my hard work melt away, for I have spent the past 2 months trying to convince them that not all Americans suck. Despite the initial shock, I managed to make a couple of friends on that bus and our “middle-of-the-bus crew” ended up staying close the entire weekend.

The camp was located about 3 hours North of Sydney in the small town of Seal Rocks, population 26. The beaches in Sydney are pretty nasty and super overcrowded, but when it's all you see for months you get used to it and stop complaining. Once my feet touched the soft and clean sands of the Seal Rocks beaches I was instantly addicted.

Saturday morning at camp.
A breathtaking view after spending 2 months in the cement-filled city. I sure missed the wilderness. This was followed by a troop of wallabys hopping through the misty field. If you don't know what a wallaby is, Google it and you shall see what would happen if a bunny and kangaroo mated... So adorable.

The Middle of the Bus Crew.
Federico (Italy), Eddie (Oz), Xavier (France), Fabian (Germany), Me, Sasha (US), Gabby (US), Irene (Italy), Lauren (US)

Lighthouse beach, Seal Rocks NSW
Voted in top 10 most beautiful beaches in Australia

Eddie and Fabi getting on their wettys

Fabi, Eddie, Lauren, Me, Irene

Considering this was before our first lesson, my position on the board isn't that bad.

We had the beach to ourselves.

Lighthouse Beach

The campsite wasn't exactly four-star and it's water system produced brown water that smelled like eggs. To avoid an egg-shower, we stopped at a national park and "showered" in a freshwater lake. This was the first time I've experienced clear water in a lake- it was breathtaking.

Night #2 at the camp with Fabian

The first day of surfing was less than successful, but how good can anyone be the first time out? I didn't really expect anything better, so I wasn't frustrated and had a real blast. I spent the majority of my time fighting the giant waves to get out far enough to catch one that wasn't crashing right on shore, but in the process I wasted most of my energy. I came back to camp cut up, bruised, and 2 shades darker, but happy as a clam. What can be better than a full day on the beach with beautiful weather? The answer is: 2 days...

Day #2 on another beach. Equally as beautiful, but smaller/gentler waves.

Lauren, Gabi, Sasha, & I with our babe instructors

Sydney Uni Peeps in Team Epic.
Federico, Irene, Lauren, Fabian, Me, Eddie


Team Epic!!!
This picture is rumored to be used in the next Waves brochure. I'm leaving my legend in Australia...

One of the best parts about being in Australia is that when you come "back to reality" after a great weekend away, reality= Sydney. I love it.
So Lauren and I made our way through a few more days of school and hopped a train for another weekend adventure. This week's destination? Newcastle for a Deep Sea Fishing excursion!
When Lauren and I flew into Sydney in February we met some really great study abroad students from Kansas who were going to school in Newcastle. After spending our first night in Australia together we all exchanged information and have managed to keep in touch since then. They graciously invited us on their deep sea fishing trip and we didn't hesitate for a second to accept.
So the plan was this: I finished class on Thursday at 9pm, we were to get the 10:15 train to Newcastle and arrive around 1:15. Then on Friday morning we would rise before the sun at 5:30 and meet the boat's captain at 6:45 in a neighboring town. This was to be followed by a day of sunbathing, catching sharks, and having an afternoon on the blue ocean that we would never forget. That was the plan....

Safely on the 10:15 pm train. Scheduled arrival in Newcasle: 1:15 am

The 3 hour trainride got a little dull, so my trusty D40 kept me entertained.

About 30 minutes from our destination the train stopped and everyone was required to get off and ride the remainder of the trip on a charter bus. I would normally have been upset but this was a charter bus like no other. Leather seats, silk curtains, blue mood lights. How could anyone be mad as they cruise through Australian roads in high class? Lauren's excitement in this picture just about captures our amazement...

Our arrival in Newcastle now became 2:15 am.

So we snagged as much sleep as we could, but the alarm at 5:30 seemed to go off the second my head hit the pillow. Our excitement got us up and going and we made it to the dock just in time to see the sun rise...



And after about 30 minutes of no Skipper in sight, a few phone calls were made and it was soon discovered that the trip was canceled due to a huge swell from flooding in Queensland and a rip caused by a broken sandbar. Our boat wouldn't be able to make it past the giant waves that were being created where the swell and rip collided. Needless to say, I was disappointed. We had gone all that way for nothing! BUT, Lauren and I were determined to have fun regardless. So, our gracious hosts spent the day showing us around Swansea and Newcastle. Because our day began at 5:30 we had a rather full day of activities. In the end, really enjoyed spending my day with some new faces and my camera...

Pups making friends by the waterside.

Morning Catch

Lauren

Dan

Josh

This picture is funny because I spent a good part of the morning taking pictures of this boat because of the way it was being reflected in the water, and not long after we discovered that it's the boat we were supposed to go out on.

Australian spiders are never small. Ever.

We found shade from the Aussie sun while waiting for the bus.

We were so determined to have fish that at the end of the day we trekked to the Newcastle fish market and bought the fresh catch. In traditional Aussie fashion, we had a Barbeque. It was the highlight of my weekend.

I take a lot of pictures of food, don't I? I've been floored by the great meals I've had here. This pot of tea and chickpea curry was was from an adorable local organic/locally grown-only restaraunt by the train station in Newcastle. If I ever make it back to Newcasle to attempt the deep sea fishing again, I will definitely eat here once more.

I should have gone in to meet my Australian relatives...

Stay tuned, because I have another massive post about my most recent travels to Queensland.
As always, I miss everyone heaps! Keep in touch...

I wonder how I will feel in another 12 months...

Exactly a year ago my life was changed forever. Not changed for the better or for the worse, just changed. I see it as a metaphorical skipping of tracks… I am the same person, just headed in a different direction parallel to where I was once traveling.
In that very moment, twelve months ago, I helplessly watched the world that meant so much to me crumble to my feet. Climbing from the hole that my life had become was the toughest journey of my life. The hardest part of reaching the top of this hole was discovering that although I had made it out, there was still a life to rebuild from there.
I still find myself hopelessly stuck on this voyage of redefinition and discovery, but it has taken me to levels of living I could never have anticipated. I have found serenity, maturity, independence, and self-love on my path. However, I carry these not as assets but as weapons against the outside world. I fear that this moment in my past will define my world outlook as a battle against pain rather than an odyssey for love.


I remember when the yearly anniversaries were happily celebrated, but here before me now is a bittersweet celebration of survival. I have so many to thank for helping me… You are my heroes.

Dear friends in Boone:

Dude, how pissed are you right now that it is snowing in Boone? I'm pissed and I'm on the other side of the planet! So it is officially official that the last 4 years in a row Boone has produced a snow in the first 2 weeks in April. Its predictability more than freaks me out.
Anyways, I'm super jealous that when the snow stops you have a glorious spring to enjoy with the hopes of summer around the corner. Me? I get increasingly cold weather as I watch the summer that I didn't get to enjoy slip through my fingers...

BUT when I feel a tinge of self pity, an instant remedy is the single phrase: "You are in Sydney, Australia!" It always does the trick.


I wish you all the best. Remember that this is the LAST snow and you have a beautiful spring that will be in full bloom in no time at all.
Do me a favor and take a trip to the parkway and look West over the mountains that are waking from their winters hibernation. I'll be looking back to the East, gaze over the crashing waves, and sending all my love...



Always from my heart,
Laura

A Quick Hello / Australian Lesson #2

So I haven’t been that good at updating this blog but I must admit that I see this as a good thing because it is proof of my lack of free time to sit at my computer. My days are pretty jam-packed with fun things, or the more recent piles of schoolwork, but either way I have no time to really get lost in my head thinking about the life that moves on back home. I do hate that I’m missing out on participating in the lives of my closest friends, but I am here making my own memories and doing something to make myself a better person/friend/daughter. I love the person that Australia is making me into: More independent, less uptight, and generally more fun. My happiness here is unparalleled by anything in my past, but I can only see this as a platform from which my joy will continue to soar.

I have heaps of work to do this week, but when Easter Break is over I will do a massive post with pictures describing my last few weeks including: beach days, crazy nights, surfcamp, trip to Newcastle, etc…

Getting homework done at the office...

So, just to keep my audiences entertained (I love that you guys actually read this!):


Lessons learned in Australia
• Always ask a second opinion on directions, no matter how sure someone may sound.
• Aussies have no idea how to make coffee…or I haven’t yet cracked the secret code on how to order it. (Flat White? Tall Black? No such thing as Drip.... See what I'm saying!?)
• It’s wayyy harder to make friends with girls than boys. Although, this may not be a culture thing, but more an international rule in all westernized societies. Fact: Girls are territorial. The only girl friends I’ve made who are not international students were introduced to me through the other international students. These girls are the coolest though, so I’m content.
Either way, the only girl friends who really matter are coming to visit me in May! (Coutdown: 41 days)
• I am really ready to finish school. The 3 months of idleness turned my brain and attention span to mush. I would probably do just fine at ASU with this brain capacity, but I’m beginning to worry about how this semester might pan out. USyd > ASU
• Australians, boys and girls alike, know how to dress! My side of town is particularly hip and it has definitely upped my idea of fashion a few notches. It takes a lot to keep up with these hipster kids! Not only do they dress well, but everyone is beautiful too. Hell, everyone could be naked and still look great (although I definitely would not prefer that). But, that already halfway happens at Bondi Beach…mainly because of all the Euro travelers though.
• Aussies love to be healthy and organic but at the same time it is near impossible to find a recycling bin anywhere. Contradictory? A bit self-centered? The eco/recyclable bags have caught on but the reusable water bottles have not. I wonder if it is the same outside of the city? Speaking of water bottles- I left my precious camelback nalgene bottle in the airport not 15 minutes after arriving in Sydney and I purchased another one a week later just to have it stolen. I’m not having much luck with water bottles these days.
•”Sexy” is a descriptive word that seems to be very versatile. I’m not sure if this Australian word usage is one that I’ll bring back with me to the states.



I LOVE:
• Being able to get things accomplished while sitting outside on campus- ie not getting interrupted every 10 minutes
• Having class 3 days a week
• Public transport to school
• Freedom
• The traveler’s mindset
• Discovering new parts of the city almost every time I go out
• The mixing of cultures in Sydney and the ambiguity of “Typical Australian Identity” that it creates
• Living in such a vibrant city
•Being utterly alone

I HATE:
• Sitting in Usyd’s poor excuse for a coffee shop and not ever running into anyone I know. That was the real reason I ever went to crossroads… Coffee is wonderful, but a good conversation is better.
• Not recognizing a single person in the city or on campus(although this seems to be getting a little better with time…)
• Reading Reading Reading
• The way nobody looks into anyone’s eyes. No smiles. No simple “hello” or nods to strangers. This makes me miss Boone more than anything.
• Not knowing shortcuts
• Having to leave no later than 30 minutes before class to arrive on time. I’m used to only needing 10 minutes from Winkler-Adams!
• Being utterly alone


Another Lingo Lesson:
-Jumpers= Jackets or Hoodies, which is the strangest thing to me because Aussies have the tendency to put the “ies” to shorten everything. For example: Footies= Football, Wetties= Wet suit, Rashie= Rash Guard
-Mackers= McDonalds
-Gum Boots= Rain Boots
-“H” is pronounced “heaatch” and “Z” is pronounced “Zed”




Thanks for keeping up with me, guys. I think about you every day!