I'm catching up this blog now that I am back to happy quick internet. It's been a long spell of travelling to places where internet was scarce or very $$, so we went off the cyber map for awhile, and good or bad, we're back on! (we're home!! -more on that later!! It's sooo nice!)
Rotorua is known for it's steamy bubbling mud pools and hot spots of sulphur smelling Mother Nature! The city is literally steaming here and there in the hillsides and in the park downtown. The city park is spotted here and there with hot pools, bubbling puddles, and full on public spas, free for the asking - if one dares! We spent as much time as we could stand with our noses plugged, checked into a medical clinic for Ross' ear troubles (nothing a few drops and antibiotics couldn't handle), and we were off for the ocean up in the Coramandel.
If you have a bucket list, I'd add the Coramandel Coast to it. Right now.
Friday, December 31, 2010
Glow Worms R Gr8
Who knew?? We toured in a pitch-black cave down many stairs and there on the ceiling were little twinkle lights. They could have been artificially set there, says the Hollywood American in me. It felt very Disneyland without the smiling 12 year old taking my ticket at the door.
In fact, it was the real deal. The tour bloke talked for awhile about these worms spinning a web that hangs below like a chain. The worm then lights itself up which attracts the insects. The insect is caught in the web, the worm pulls the "chain" up and feasts then makes a new web and waits for its next meal. Ingenious. He then turned on an actual light that showed the many "chains" hanging from the low cave ceilings. Unreal!! This was no Indiana Jones ride afterall!
I have a whole new respect for Glow Worms. Thank you, Pat!
In fact, it was the real deal. The tour bloke talked for awhile about these worms spinning a web that hangs below like a chain. The worm then lights itself up which attracts the insects. The insect is caught in the web, the worm pulls the "chain" up and feasts then makes a new web and waits for its next meal. Ingenious. He then turned on an actual light that showed the many "chains" hanging from the low cave ceilings. Unreal!! This was no Indiana Jones ride afterall!
I have a whole new respect for Glow Worms. Thank you, Pat!
Sunday, December 19, 2010
New Zealand or Bust
We are now traveling in New Zealand until Christmas day, seeing the north island a little slower than we saw the south island back in April. We flew into Auckland Friday night. Saturday we visited the Auckland Museum and watched the Maori cultural performance. I have always loved their history and lore and this did not disappoint. The carvings are fantastic, as is their music, I think.
We got out of the big city as fast as we could after that and drove south to the Waitamo Caves - Glow Worms! This is Pat's wish, and I have to say, I'm not a big fan of the Glow Worm.
More when I can get internet all!
We got out of the big city as fast as we could after that and drove south to the Waitamo Caves - Glow Worms! This is Pat's wish, and I have to say, I'm not a big fan of the Glow Worm.
More when I can get internet all!
Saying Farewell for Now
We weren't alone at the airport, of course! Debbie, Graeme, Caroline, Debbie's mum, Jane met us there. Matt, Cassie, Daniel, Drew, and Jack brought Ross. There we were, one year later, with our friends seeing us off - the same friends that were standing there with our name on a big card as we stepped off the plane on Christmas Eve, 2009.
Good thing we had many hands on deck for the baggage. I'd like to say it's all Ross' important school papers, but it's mostly our lovely momentos to take back. We've pitched most of our clothes (they've had it by now!). It's Aussie books, coasters, mugs, CDs, night-vision goggles (wait a minute, Ross!!), and a sweatshirt each for when we arrive in Portland!
The good news is that now it's Our Turn to meet friends at the airport and treat them like royalty!! Bring it on!!
Good thing we had many hands on deck for the baggage. I'd like to say it's all Ross' important school papers, but it's mostly our lovely momentos to take back. We've pitched most of our clothes (they've had it by now!). It's Aussie books, coasters, mugs, CDs, night-vision goggles (wait a minute, Ross!!), and a sweatshirt each for when we arrive in Portland!
The good news is that now it's Our Turn to meet friends at the airport and treat them like royalty!! Bring it on!!
A Beach a Day
This was my mantra for the last two weeks of our stay here. But with record rainfall it was going to be tricky to keep the promise. We also wanted to see dolphins again, but I decided (like I would know) that it must not be their season since we hadn't seen any this month. We also needed to see roos one more time - I did anyway!
Monday, instead of going to the gym, Annie and I snuck into MacDonald's, got our coffees and headed to walk the beach. Once we got down to the sand, we decided it was too lovely to not go in the water. Clothes and all (mostly), we swam in the beautiful warm waves. That's it, we were doing this Thursday, as well! "But I have to be cleaning that day, Annie!" "Stuff it. We'll swim early and have you back for cleaning by 8 a.m." "Deal."
Thursday then Kat, Annie and I stopped by "Macker's" again, got our coffees and headed out to the beach and shared hugs and tears one more time. Absolute perfection. Cleaning began at 8:30! Pat took his hour out for one last beer at the pub with Neil. Probably no tears, but a hug, anyway, I'd bet.
That night was the pub choir concert, and as we chatted about our beautiful swim, the girls all said they'd like to go tomorrow morning! It was settled. Friday morning, 5:30 a.m., Kat, Annie, Debbie, Jenny, Jeanette, Caroline, and I would walk the Urunga boardwalk out to the beach.
It was a fantastic sunrise (I've never seen the sun rise at the beach, West Coast girl that I am), with pinks and oranges in the sky. We cried and hugged and walked and laughed and cried and took photos and hugged more. We ended with Dead Ants on the sand (I'll include a photo and really can't explain it any better than that). More perfection. What amazing friends we've made. I keep saying that. I have to.
Monday, instead of going to the gym, Annie and I snuck into MacDonald's, got our coffees and headed to walk the beach. Once we got down to the sand, we decided it was too lovely to not go in the water. Clothes and all (mostly), we swam in the beautiful warm waves. That's it, we were doing this Thursday, as well! "But I have to be cleaning that day, Annie!" "Stuff it. We'll swim early and have you back for cleaning by 8 a.m." "Deal."
Thursday then Kat, Annie and I stopped by "Macker's" again, got our coffees and headed out to the beach and shared hugs and tears one more time. Absolute perfection. Cleaning began at 8:30! Pat took his hour out for one last beer at the pub with Neil. Probably no tears, but a hug, anyway, I'd bet.
That night was the pub choir concert, and as we chatted about our beautiful swim, the girls all said they'd like to go tomorrow morning! It was settled. Friday morning, 5:30 a.m., Kat, Annie, Debbie, Jenny, Jeanette, Caroline, and I would walk the Urunga boardwalk out to the beach.
It was a fantastic sunrise (I've never seen the sun rise at the beach, West Coast girl that I am), with pinks and oranges in the sky. We cried and hugged and walked and laughed and cried and took photos and hugged more. We ended with Dead Ants on the sand (I'll include a photo and really can't explain it any better than that). More perfection. What amazing friends we've made. I keep saying that. I have to.
A Week of Lasts and Firsts, as Always!
My last day with the children at school was Wednesday. I said goodbye to everyone at Macksville that afternoon since our plane flys out Friday afternoon. Immigration said our time was up midnight, Friday night, so we had two days to clean up, pack up, and load up. We were complaining at first at having to leave before Christmas, but after a reality check, we decided we're pretty darned lucky. If immigration wanted to play hardball, they just could. We weren't going to lose any more precious Australia time worrying about it. So we made this week our week of celebrations and lasts - which in this year also means more "firsts!"
I guess I wasn't allowed to leave school before more teasing and Aussie antics. Dame Edna arrived, "fresh from chatting with Oprah in Sydney and having a time with Hugh Jackman after his stage injury," in full purple hair, glasses, blinking Christmas lights and heels. Rumour has it our (male) third grade teacher, missing that morning, was seen putting on the panty hose down the hall before "her" arrival. Perfect photo opportunity, and perfect way to keep tears from coming!
Pat and Graeme had one more fishing night. This time with bamboo poles - he'll have to tell you. I had my last choir practice and (first and last) performance on our last night. I can tell you about that. Ross had his last bonfire party. He tells us a little about those, so you can get the idea! We had one last dinner with our wonderful Urunga friends. We had one last walk on the beach, swim in the ocean, and hugs and kisses goodbye.
The choir concert was held at the Bellingen pub and included a little Abba, a little Queen, some African drumming chants, and some lovely sweet songs that feel good to the soul! The choir claps, moves, sways, and has a really good time. I knew about 50% of the music, since I've only been going since October, but it was fantastic, anyway!
Sure enough, our sweet friends came en masse for the music and we stayed for dinner after with the kids as well. Tell Aussies there's a choir concert and they might consider it. Tell them it's at the pub and they all arrive with bells on. As we arrived after warming up at the library next door, several choir members bellied up to the bar to purchase their beer before we started. The beers were perched on window sills behind where we were singing, and between songs they would take a swig before going on. That is a first for me!
I guess I wasn't allowed to leave school before more teasing and Aussie antics. Dame Edna arrived, "fresh from chatting with Oprah in Sydney and having a time with Hugh Jackman after his stage injury," in full purple hair, glasses, blinking Christmas lights and heels. Rumour has it our (male) third grade teacher, missing that morning, was seen putting on the panty hose down the hall before "her" arrival. Perfect photo opportunity, and perfect way to keep tears from coming!
Pat and Graeme had one more fishing night. This time with bamboo poles - he'll have to tell you. I had my last choir practice and (first and last) performance on our last night. I can tell you about that. Ross had his last bonfire party. He tells us a little about those, so you can get the idea! We had one last dinner with our wonderful Urunga friends. We had one last walk on the beach, swim in the ocean, and hugs and kisses goodbye.
The choir concert was held at the Bellingen pub and included a little Abba, a little Queen, some African drumming chants, and some lovely sweet songs that feel good to the soul! The choir claps, moves, sways, and has a really good time. I knew about 50% of the music, since I've only been going since October, but it was fantastic, anyway!
Sure enough, our sweet friends came en masse for the music and we stayed for dinner after with the kids as well. Tell Aussies there's a choir concert and they might consider it. Tell them it's at the pub and they all arrive with bells on. As we arrived after warming up at the library next door, several choir members bellied up to the bar to purchase their beer before we started. The beers were perched on window sills behind where we were singing, and between songs they would take a swig before going on. That is a first for me!
Monday, December 13, 2010
Merry Christmas!
Oh the weather outside is frightfully hot! What part of Christmas am I not getting?
Today a teacher at school was wearing a big wide-brimmed sun hat with a tinsel "ribbon" around. The Christmas themed food magazine at the market featured a cover photo of a decorated holiday dinner table and a large bowl of cherries. The decorations at K-Mart are next to the sundresses and flip flops. Everyone's planning their beach bonfires and camping trips during the holidays. I'm still wearing shorts to work. Pat only puts his long jeans on to go fishing in and not get eaten by mozzies (mosquitos).
Even today at school Santa came in onto the playground on a firetruck with the siren going. All the children cheered and ran over for their token candy canes. The teachers asked me if Santa comes to our school. I said yes, but not on a fire truck! "How does he come in?" "Well, it's cold and raining, so we're usually inside, so he just, well, walks in."
Since it's summer here, it stays light until 8:30 p.m., so to see Christmas lights you have to wait up past my bedtime to go driving around! No driving home from work in the dark, running an errand at Fred's and being cheered on with the twinkling lights.
It's the one thing about being here this year (okay there are two - the darned turn indicator/windshield wipers) that I just can't get used to - the seasons being at a different part of the year. Cherries and Christmas don't go together in my book! Wading pools in the backyards with the Christmas tree in the window just don't match! No mitttens, no scarves, no sweaters, not even citrus!
Even the teachers don't wear the proverbial Christmas sweaters to school. The crazy holiday earrings, yes. But instead they wear sundresses and holiday themed tee shirts that say, "On Dasher . . . " Who knew?
Today a teacher at school was wearing a big wide-brimmed sun hat with a tinsel "ribbon" around. The Christmas themed food magazine at the market featured a cover photo of a decorated holiday dinner table and a large bowl of cherries. The decorations at K-Mart are next to the sundresses and flip flops. Everyone's planning their beach bonfires and camping trips during the holidays. I'm still wearing shorts to work. Pat only puts his long jeans on to go fishing in and not get eaten by mozzies (mosquitos).
Even today at school Santa came in onto the playground on a firetruck with the siren going. All the children cheered and ran over for their token candy canes. The teachers asked me if Santa comes to our school. I said yes, but not on a fire truck! "How does he come in?" "Well, it's cold and raining, so we're usually inside, so he just, well, walks in."
Since it's summer here, it stays light until 8:30 p.m., so to see Christmas lights you have to wait up past my bedtime to go driving around! No driving home from work in the dark, running an errand at Fred's and being cheered on with the twinkling lights.
It's the one thing about being here this year (okay there are two - the darned turn indicator/windshield wipers) that I just can't get used to - the seasons being at a different part of the year. Cherries and Christmas don't go together in my book! Wading pools in the backyards with the Christmas tree in the window just don't match! No mitttens, no scarves, no sweaters, not even citrus!
Even the teachers don't wear the proverbial Christmas sweaters to school. The crazy holiday earrings, yes. But instead they wear sundresses and holiday themed tee shirts that say, "On Dasher . . . " Who knew?
Cultural Goodness
During October and November, we attended a variety of social events. First, I was invited to a theater show. Maureen, our administrative assistant, suggested I might like it. Her dance group was performing as "back up" girls. The main show would include incredible costumes and headdresses handmade by Rocky. Yup. Pat declined the invitation, assuring me he'd seen plenty of theater at Darcell's. It was an absolute hoot, and I wouldn't have missed it. We had a beautiful dinner before at the Bowraville Pubjust across the street and had intermission at the Bowraville Pub, as well, where the "back up" girls were waiting patiently for their final act. After slurping down our refreshments, we scurried back across the street, with the back up girls, to continue on with the show!
Girls Night In is an international event to raise money for breast cancer research. This was held at a friend's ranch. Pink balloons, pink food, pink champagne, pink outfits, even on the puppies. We brought gifts to "purchase" and paid gold coins ($1 and $2) to play the games, such as Pin the - oh, right, what happens at a Girls Night In stays there. You'll just have to host one yourself or go online to get ideas for next year! All for a good cause . . .
More sophisticated, by far, was Caroline's art opening at the Bellingen Art Gallery. Her fabric art is breath taking, as you can begin to see on the picture I'll include here. Her pieces are in galleries all over the country and overseas, including, as of August, Oregon, U.S.A. Her website is inspiring! www.carolinesharkey.com
Girls Night In is an international event to raise money for breast cancer research. This was held at a friend's ranch. Pink balloons, pink food, pink champagne, pink outfits, even on the puppies. We brought gifts to "purchase" and paid gold coins ($1 and $2) to play the games, such as Pin the - oh, right, what happens at a Girls Night In stays there. You'll just have to host one yourself or go online to get ideas for next year! All for a good cause . . .
More sophisticated, by far, was Caroline's art opening at the Bellingen Art Gallery. Her fabric art is breath taking, as you can begin to see on the picture I'll include here. Her pieces are in galleries all over the country and overseas, including, as of August, Oregon, U.S.A. Her website is inspiring! www.carolinesharkey.com
Friday, December 10, 2010
Only a week left??
Pat has taught me something lovely. He says, rather than be sad about having only 7 days left, think of it as one whole week of holiday! Don't we love having a week of vacation? Yes! So, I'm so glad I get a whole week of vacation in Australia everyone!
My motto is: "A beach a day."
My motto is: "A beach a day."
Aqua
Friday mornings at 7 a.m. is water aerobics at the Macksville Pool. As Karen and Ellen discovered when they visited from Corvallis, it's no "tea bag workout." It's the best part of the work week for me, and I've been going all year. Friday was the last one for me, so I brought the camera and we "had a play." I particularly love the mermaid and the core work. It's been one way to fight the effects of the Pavlova!!
Roadkill Count
Yesterday's roadkill list on the way to work included a fruitbat and a goanna. The fruitbats here are huge, ask Aaron. The goanna was once probably 4 ft. long, beautifully patterned, and harmless say the Aussies, not me.
Now, on the top ledge of the shower last night was an e.n.o.r.m.o.u.s grasshopper. This does not qualify as roadkill, but it was removed shortly after my sighting and enlisting my fearless tall husband to deal with it. Pat thinks if they get to that size they must be considered a locust. Eww.
Then today, not a roadkill sighting, but to the side of the road in the trees were massive numbers of ibis and herron/egret/tern (we don't know!) hanging around in the tops of the trees. Can you picture that? We didn't have the camera, or we'd show you. They looked like big white flowers or fruits, but they moved and fluffed wings and changed from branch to branch - lots and lots of them. The things you see on the way to the supermarket around here.
p.s. Do I have to call it roadkill if it's a koala? I call that one just sad.
Now, on the top ledge of the shower last night was an e.n.o.r.m.o.u.s grasshopper. This does not qualify as roadkill, but it was removed shortly after my sighting and enlisting my fearless tall husband to deal with it. Pat thinks if they get to that size they must be considered a locust. Eww.
Then today, not a roadkill sighting, but to the side of the road in the trees were massive numbers of ibis and herron/egret/tern (we don't know!) hanging around in the tops of the trees. Can you picture that? We didn't have the camera, or we'd show you. They looked like big white flowers or fruits, but they moved and fluffed wings and changed from branch to branch - lots and lots of them. The things you see on the way to the supermarket around here.
p.s. Do I have to call it roadkill if it's a koala? I call that one just sad.
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
What's lurking in the Grass?!
Monday, I went on a short ride with Neal to see his boats. The first was out on Yellow Rock Rd. north of Urunga, where he & Cat are having work done on it. As you can see, the boat is sitting in tall grass. When we arrived, Neal drove into the grass, backed up, turned to the left, drove forward, backed up, drove forward more to the left, backed up.....etc., etc., etc.... I couldn't figure out what he was doing. He looked over at me & probably saw the look of bewilderment on my face. He smiled, laughed & said, gotta chase the snakes out of this tall grass before we walk up to the boat. When he said that was enough, & parked the car about 10 yards from the boat, I was, needless to say, not happy about getting out of the car to check out his boat. He assured me this old Aussie trick ran the snakes off! Yeah, right! Pat
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
17 Days Left
It's almost time to be leaving Australia this time. The suitcases are out in the living room, and we're cleaning inside and outside. I'm wrapping up things in the classroom, sending home report cards and finished assignment books. Friends are inviting us for "one more" tennis game, karaoke night, luncheon, fishing night, game of bowls, and more.
Last weekend we made sure to get to Paul and Diana in Port Macquarie to visit for the afternoon. This weekend will be Christmas dinner with some friends, starting at noon and lasting till ??? as usual! I'm gathering thank you and goodbye gifts for the special people here. Wow. Where did this year go? Oh, if I scroll down I guess I can read where it went!
We're looking forward to being home again, but it's very, very hard to say goodbye here for now. Very.
Last weekend we made sure to get to Paul and Diana in Port Macquarie to visit for the afternoon. This weekend will be Christmas dinner with some friends, starting at noon and lasting till ??? as usual! I'm gathering thank you and goodbye gifts for the special people here. Wow. Where did this year go? Oh, if I scroll down I guess I can read where it went!
We're looking forward to being home again, but it's very, very hard to say goodbye here for now. Very.
Mom, can I drive?
Ross knows I will always say yes if he asks to drive me to the beach for a walk. We're 5 minutes or 20 minutes to a beach, depending on which one we choose. The 5 minute one goes straight out a wooden boardwalk from downtown (all two blocks) Urunga. The next one means driving through the kangaroo park area. Others are down the road a little further. Each one is long, unspoiled, unpopulated, and fantastic.
We're able to have "car talks" when we walk on the beach. You know, those talks we've all had throughout the years with our own folks, maybe, where you're in the front seat and can discuss things without too much eye contact and with no way to leave! I guess that makes these "beach talks." It's also the time we talk about plans for next year or what's going on with different things for us. Some walks have been chances to watch dolphins playing in the surf and cruising along the shoreline just out from the wave line. We've also laughed together over the comical Aussies fishing or camping very rustic-style on the beach. It's such a fun lifestyle.
Our goal before we go? A beach a day. Hmmm. With record rainfall, that may make it tricky for every day. Wish us luck!
We're able to have "car talks" when we walk on the beach. You know, those talks we've all had throughout the years with our own folks, maybe, where you're in the front seat and can discuss things without too much eye contact and with no way to leave! I guess that makes these "beach talks." It's also the time we talk about plans for next year or what's going on with different things for us. Some walks have been chances to watch dolphins playing in the surf and cruising along the shoreline just out from the wave line. We've also laughed together over the comical Aussies fishing or camping very rustic-style on the beach. It's such a fun lifestyle.
Our goal before we go? A beach a day. Hmmm. With record rainfall, that may make it tricky for every day. Wish us luck!
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Here Today Gone Tomorrow
Jetting back to the states for this quick trip was eye-opening in a couple of ways. First of all, everyone talked like I talk! The money looked really weird, too. I rented a car so was driving right out of the airport, but that didn't seem strange at all, like I expected, to be on the right side of the road. I couldn't get the turn indicators or wipers at all, though. And now that I'm back in Australia, I really can't get them. Like I don't even try. I just hit one and hope! My head won't make the change this time, I guess!
I took back lots of bags (read souveniers, sweaters and Lacross sticks . . . )to leave there until January. So on the way back, I carried only my small day pack. I got the funniest looks in line at the check in counter and later in customs. That's the way to travel, I've decided! No cart necessary for me! Actually, the immigration folks were not amused and questioned me a little longer than some others!
As the folks were sad leaving Australia on the way out, I had the happy feeling of getting to come back in a few days. But I did think of how it will feel in 3 weeks, when it's our turn to be leaving and saying goodbye to this beautiful place. I guess I'll do the same again, think how happy it is that we will come back - some day.
I took back lots of bags (read souveniers, sweaters and Lacross sticks . . . )to leave there until January. So on the way back, I carried only my small day pack. I got the funniest looks in line at the check in counter and later in customs. That's the way to travel, I've decided! No cart necessary for me! Actually, the immigration folks were not amused and questioned me a little longer than some others!
As the folks were sad leaving Australia on the way out, I had the happy feeling of getting to come back in a few days. But I did think of how it will feel in 3 weeks, when it's our turn to be leaving and saying goodbye to this beautiful place. I guess I'll do the same again, think how happy it is that we will come back - some day.
A Weekend Away
Well, but this time it was a hemisphere away, too! The trip back to San Francisco for my dad's celebration was a good trip, and I'm so thankful I could do it. Seeing everyone was so heart-warming, and it was a beautiful time to remember Dad. I spent the last day in Sonoma where my mom's family roots are, which was also a warm hug all the way around.
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Saying Bye to My Dad
It's been over a week now, and you can imagine I've been reluctant to type the words out. But my dad passed away in Sacramento, California, and we've all been working to come to terms with it.
He was an amazing man, quite a character, a talented musician, horseman, marksman, and private investigator. He'd been ill for a few weeks fighting off this and that in the hospital, and finally wasn't able to fight off this last bit. No matter that one expects it coming, it is always a shock, isn't it? And of course it brings up so many human emotions. That's probably a good thing. Some of them need to be felt again if it's been awhile.
So there is a beautiful celebration of his life being planned by my sister and step family there, and I'll come out for the weekend before flying back to finish up work here at Macksville.
So the blog has been quiet for awhile as we've teetered between phonecalls, conversations, memories, and arrangements. I'm glad that Dad is at peace now, and I take comfort in knowing that his life was rich and full with wonderful friends and an adoring family near and far.
He was an amazing man, quite a character, a talented musician, horseman, marksman, and private investigator. He'd been ill for a few weeks fighting off this and that in the hospital, and finally wasn't able to fight off this last bit. No matter that one expects it coming, it is always a shock, isn't it? And of course it brings up so many human emotions. That's probably a good thing. Some of them need to be felt again if it's been awhile.
So there is a beautiful celebration of his life being planned by my sister and step family there, and I'll come out for the weekend before flying back to finish up work here at Macksville.
So the blog has been quiet for awhile as we've teetered between phonecalls, conversations, memories, and arrangements. I'm glad that Dad is at peace now, and I take comfort in knowing that his life was rich and full with wonderful friends and an adoring family near and far.
Back to the Grind - Urunga Style
So Monday it was back to work, back to school, and back to the washing. Ross' pack from his trip was full of dirty laundry, cheap sunglasses, souveniers, and I'm sure I don't even know. His room was as if a bomb had hit and he'd been home 24 hours.
The students at school were putty in my hands, all rested, refreshed and once again amazed at my clever teaching strategies. That usually lasts one and one half days. This time, this country, this hemisphere it was no exception.
Pat, inspired by Aaron's backyard river fishing, had a pole in the water each day this week.
Peaceful in Paradise.
The students at school were putty in my hands, all rested, refreshed and once again amazed at my clever teaching strategies. That usually lasts one and one half days. This time, this country, this hemisphere it was no exception.
Pat, inspired by Aaron's backyard river fishing, had a pole in the water each day this week.
Peaceful in Paradise.
Monday, November 8, 2010
The Last Night in Urunga Pub Tradition
In honor of the long-standing, 11 month tradition of the Last Night in Urunga spent at the Pub, we had to take the "kids" there as their final evening in our town. Friends met us there and listened to our travel tales.
Ross was home from Viet Nam, so it was a reunion all around. He missed eating with chop sticks, even though the meal was hot chips (fat french fries). He harrassed his stepbrother who harrassed him back. And he caught up through the window with his buddy working in the kitchen.
The best part about having family visit is that family visits! The worst part is that they leave to go back home. It was a glorious time, and each day was like gold to both Pat and me. Hugs and kisses till we get back!
Ross was home from Viet Nam, so it was a reunion all around. He missed eating with chop sticks, even though the meal was hot chips (fat french fries). He harrassed his stepbrother who harrassed him back. And he caught up through the window with his buddy working in the kitchen.
The best part about having family visit is that family visits! The worst part is that they leave to go back home. It was a glorious time, and each day was like gold to both Pat and me. Hugs and kisses till we get back!
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
October 10 - Seal and Dolphin Kisses!
Picture torrential rains. That was our day with the seals and dolphins! Nevermind! We're true Oregonians, and we never let a little rain dampen our spirits, even if it is the "kids'" last day in Australia, darn it!
The Pet Porpoise Pool is a local attraction that features a dolphin show and sea lions on stage. The good news is that it is small, intimate, and uncrowded. We each got a kiss from the dolphin, we each got a kiss from the seal, we each fed fairie penguins (eew - the feeding part, not the penguin part), and we each petted the dolphins as they swam by in the waist-high pool. The park is very interactive. We were even able to feed shrimp to the sea turtle and gigantic fish. Let's just say they were plenty hungry and I dropped my whole tongs in when the fish snatched the prawn I was saving for the turtle! Nevermind the explicative I used with the nice small-child family standing nearby! Yikes. Fun, but always a surprise in store, that's the story of this year!
The Pet Porpoise Pool is a local attraction that features a dolphin show and sea lions on stage. The good news is that it is small, intimate, and uncrowded. We each got a kiss from the dolphin, we each got a kiss from the seal, we each fed fairie penguins (eew - the feeding part, not the penguin part), and we each petted the dolphins as they swam by in the waist-high pool. The park is very interactive. We were even able to feed shrimp to the sea turtle and gigantic fish. Let's just say they were plenty hungry and I dropped my whole tongs in when the fish snatched the prawn I was saving for the turtle! Nevermind the explicative I used with the nice small-child family standing nearby! Yikes. Fun, but always a surprise in store, that's the story of this year!
October 9 - Museum of Interesting Things
Did you know Russell Crowe owns a museum? Neither did we. He lives in our area and owns a pub and museum about 1 1/2 hrs from here in Nymboida. We took a drive out to see his place and enjoy the countryside, or as the Aussies call it, the bush.
Nymboida is a beautiful setting northwest from here, with a river flowing by. In the summer you can rent a tube and PFD and float the river - but it' more like a water park float, so you have to be prepared for action! Next to the river is his historic pub and museum. Next to that, well there isn't much next to that but more bush!
The museum is a barn out back with some of Crowe's collectibles, including costumes from some of his movies, like Gladiator. Antique motorcycles, gold records from Cash and others, replicas of stage coaches, and early domestic items and tools are on display. It's a hodge podge of things, but fun anyway. Aaron and Pat, being the movie buffs they are, could share bits and pieces from the different movies represented.
Late that night was a Fishing Trip. Graeme took Pat and Aaron out, but no luck. No one seemed too disappointed, though. I'm learning that's okay with them!
Jolyn and I enjoyed a cozy evening at home reading and talking until late. The only thing missing was a couple of quarts of Haagan Daz! Next time, Jolyn!
Nymboida is a beautiful setting northwest from here, with a river flowing by. In the summer you can rent a tube and PFD and float the river - but it' more like a water park float, so you have to be prepared for action! Next to the river is his historic pub and museum. Next to that, well there isn't much next to that but more bush!
The museum is a barn out back with some of Crowe's collectibles, including costumes from some of his movies, like Gladiator. Antique motorcycles, gold records from Cash and others, replicas of stage coaches, and early domestic items and tools are on display. It's a hodge podge of things, but fun anyway. Aaron and Pat, being the movie buffs they are, could share bits and pieces from the different movies represented.
Late that night was a Fishing Trip. Graeme took Pat and Aaron out, but no luck. No one seemed too disappointed, though. I'm learning that's okay with them!
Jolyn and I enjoyed a cozy evening at home reading and talking until late. The only thing missing was a couple of quarts of Haagan Daz! Next time, Jolyn!
October 8, Brissie to Urunga
After plane-ing to Brisbane (or Brissie, as the locals call it), we checked in late to the Youth Hostel, got a few hours of sleep, and caught the early morning train to Urunga. The train was smooth, comfortable, and very easy to finish our night's sleep on as the photo suggests! We were met at the train station by Graeme who brought us home and enjoyed our photos that Pat popped onto the laptop straight up! I was able to make sandwiches right away since Graeme had also stocked our fridge for us with bread, meat, cheese, and milk. There were even fresh flowers on the counter, and the windows were opened for fresh air. So sweet.
Weather in Urunga? Cold and rainy! What! Aaron and Jolyn had three days until they were to leave back for the States, and it couldn't be raining! But it was. Like good Oregonians, we made the best of it.
Weather in Urunga? Cold and rainy! What! Aaron and Jolyn had three days until they were to leave back for the States, and it couldn't be raining! But it was. Like good Oregonians, we made the best of it.
Monday, October 25, 2010
Next Stop: Cairns - The Great Barrier Reef Oct. 2
We flew the next day from the center of the continent to the northern part of the east coast, Cairns. Each of our visitors has been here. Ross has been here. Now we get to be here!
We checked in to a funky hostel (aren't they all? but they're affordable!) and were welcomed by rain. Wait a minute. We're boarding a boat tomorrow for three days of snorkeling. It can't rain! But it was. So we tried to keep a stiff upper lip, spend time shopping for souveniers and enjoying the free hostel spaghetti meal up the street. It was a contrast to go from hot, dry desert to moist, drippy rainforest along the coast!
Our tour boat drove us out-the next day in the sunshine-2 hours to the "host boat" anchored out on the Reef. We were able to eat a scrumptious lunch (which settled my very queasy tummy), set our bags into our cabins and then get right into the water for our first snorkel experience. The color of the water is magnificent. Turquoise, aqua, blue, green. We snorkeled again before dinner.
Each day we had 5 chances to go out in the water. Between the different swims we were able to see sea turtles, fish of all kinds, coral, coral and more amazing different shaped/colored coral, anemones, and even a White-Tip Reef Shark (harmless I'm told (but not convinced)).
Inbetween the swims we could read on the deck, "sunbake," as the Aussies call it, and watch the fish swimming around the boat.
I think I speak for Pat as well when I say that we feel extremely lucky to have this chance to see an amazing part of the world and spend it with our family. The time we're spending with each one is gold.
We checked in to a funky hostel (aren't they all? but they're affordable!) and were welcomed by rain. Wait a minute. We're boarding a boat tomorrow for three days of snorkeling. It can't rain! But it was. So we tried to keep a stiff upper lip, spend time shopping for souveniers and enjoying the free hostel spaghetti meal up the street. It was a contrast to go from hot, dry desert to moist, drippy rainforest along the coast!
Our tour boat drove us out-the next day in the sunshine-2 hours to the "host boat" anchored out on the Reef. We were able to eat a scrumptious lunch (which settled my very queasy tummy), set our bags into our cabins and then get right into the water for our first snorkel experience. The color of the water is magnificent. Turquoise, aqua, blue, green. We snorkeled again before dinner.
Each day we had 5 chances to go out in the water. Between the different swims we were able to see sea turtles, fish of all kinds, coral, coral and more amazing different shaped/colored coral, anemones, and even a White-Tip Reef Shark (harmless I'm told (but not convinced)).
Inbetween the swims we could read on the deck, "sunbake," as the Aussies call it, and watch the fish swimming around the boat.
I think I speak for Pat as well when I say that we feel extremely lucky to have this chance to see an amazing part of the world and spend it with our family. The time we're spending with each one is gold.
Uluru/Ayers Rock and Alice Springs, October 1
After the guys climbed the rock and we rocked with taking their photos, the bus took us to watch the sunset from a view point. 17 different colors are said to show on the rock as the sun makes its descent. It was beautiful. We stood with our cold beers while Mulga whipped up a stew out the back of the trailer. We took turns photographing each other with the spectacular background and sharing the climbing stories with our tour mates. The swanky tour groups arrived to champagne glasses on tableclothed picnic tables, the people all fresh and showered (we still hadn't . . . ), the waiters standing unimpressed and seemingly inconvenienced. I think we had the better vibe! Smelly and all!
We camped that night with real live showers, but again, sleeping just with our swags on the ground under the stars. My favorite.
When we got up the next day, Pat and I climbed the mound to watch the sun rise at the Rock. After coffee, Weet Bix in a mug and more pb and bread, we went back for a chance to walk around the base of Uluru.
The guys were finished with heroic deeds, so Jolyn and I were left to attempt the serious hike around the base. I'm telling you. Flat. And wide. And beautiful. Only true athletes attempt such a feat, and we succeeded! Everyone was duely impressed, as they should have been. Our finish photos tell it all. In all seriousness, I learned I have a powerwalking buddy! Two hours and we could have gone on longer. We certainly had another hour of conversation in us, at least!
We loaded up and drove back to Alice, stopping at Curtain Springs for a trip to the loo and road-side lunch from the trailer. Once back into Alice we were able to get cleaned up before meeting everyone back at the pub for dinner and farewells.
We camped that night with real live showers, but again, sleeping just with our swags on the ground under the stars. My favorite.
When we got up the next day, Pat and I climbed the mound to watch the sun rise at the Rock. After coffee, Weet Bix in a mug and more pb and bread, we went back for a chance to walk around the base of Uluru.
The guys were finished with heroic deeds, so Jolyn and I were left to attempt the serious hike around the base. I'm telling you. Flat. And wide. And beautiful. Only true athletes attempt such a feat, and we succeeded! Everyone was duely impressed, as they should have been. Our finish photos tell it all. In all seriousness, I learned I have a powerwalking buddy! Two hours and we could have gone on longer. We certainly had another hour of conversation in us, at least!
We loaded up and drove back to Alice, stopping at Curtain Springs for a trip to the loo and road-side lunch from the trailer. Once back into Alice we were able to get cleaned up before meeting everyone back at the pub for dinner and farewells.
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Ayers Rock Climb
Jolyn, Diantha, Aaron & I, with our tour group, had been on a pretty hefty hike thru the Olgas, about 25 miles west of Ayers Rock, early in the day. We drove to Ayers Rock only to find the hike route to the top was closed due to high winds. So, we took a short hike around to a beautiful pool of water at the base of the Rock, then back. At about 330pm, Mulga, our guide, had started up the bus to head for the resort. We were sitting in the bus, exhausted, when Mulga said he thought the hike route to the top was going to be opened & if it were, we should go ahead with the hike because it could be closed tomorrow, that he would wait if we wanted to go up. Sure enough, the park rangers opened the gate. Aaron & I looked at each other & said, 'we're going'!!! So 8 of us from the tour started out up the rock face trail.
The first 50 yards is easy enough, geting you to a chain posted all the way up the trail. The chain is a good thing, great to hang onto when taking one of several breathers up the steep face of the rock. Obviously, it didn't look that steep from the bottom. When we finally got up past the chain, a white dashed lined continued for us to follow. We passed small pools of water, bunches of wild flosers during our ascent. The top by definition was the top, but it was an indulating top, up and down thru rock troughs and ripples. All you had to do was follow the white dashed line to the top. Aaron & I were the 4th & 5th to get to the 865 meter summit. Very magnificent view, to the east Mt. Conner, often mistaken for Ayers Rock, & the Olga Mts. to the west. At the top, is a monument with a brass, octagonal plate atop it identifying Ayers Rock, Geodetic Station, Australian National Survey, established in 1958. We hung out up top for 15 minutes or so, had our pictures taken, then started our decent. Much easier getting back across the rolly top going down. We hit the chain on the face and headed down.
This was a hike I would not have missed. Aaron & I had about 2 liters of water when we started up & had finished it before we got back to the bottom. We also had very good climbing shoes, which were a definite must for traction and balance. Hats, sunscreen & camera a must as well & we didn't hesitate to take frequent breaks going up the face.
The next day however, Aaron & I elected to check out the cultural center while Diantha & Jolyn hiked around the base of the Rock. We were done with hiking for a while!!!!
The first 50 yards is easy enough, geting you to a chain posted all the way up the trail. The chain is a good thing, great to hang onto when taking one of several breathers up the steep face of the rock. Obviously, it didn't look that steep from the bottom. When we finally got up past the chain, a white dashed lined continued for us to follow. We passed small pools of water, bunches of wild flosers during our ascent. The top by definition was the top, but it was an indulating top, up and down thru rock troughs and ripples. All you had to do was follow the white dashed line to the top. Aaron & I were the 4th & 5th to get to the 865 meter summit. Very magnificent view, to the east Mt. Conner, often mistaken for Ayers Rock, & the Olga Mts. to the west. At the top, is a monument with a brass, octagonal plate atop it identifying Ayers Rock, Geodetic Station, Australian National Survey, established in 1958. We hung out up top for 15 minutes or so, had our pictures taken, then started our decent. Much easier getting back across the rolly top going down. We hit the chain on the face and headed down.
This was a hike I would not have missed. Aaron & I had about 2 liters of water when we started up & had finished it before we got back to the bottom. We also had very good climbing shoes, which were a definite must for traction and balance. Hats, sunscreen & camera a must as well & we didn't hesitate to take frequent breaks going up the face.
The next day however, Aaron & I elected to check out the cultural center while Diantha & Jolyn hiked around the base of the Rock. We were done with hiking for a while!!!!
Ayers Rock, Northern Territory - Sept. 30
After our sunrise wake-up in the bush, and our hike through the Olgas, we felt we'd had a full day (and one without a shower . . .). It was windy, and our next stop would be Ayers Rock. We were hoping to climb it, but the park folk will close it if the wind is too high. Our fingers were crossed. The temperature was climbing, so after our hike, some salami and cheese sandwiches and plenty of water, we made our way across the desert to the Rock itself.
p.s. $25 per person entry fee to come into the National Park of Ayers Rock. I'm just sayin'.
Anyway, once at the base of the rock I saw two things. First, it was closed due to wind. Second, there would have been no way I could have climbed up, for reasons everyone is well familiar with after reading this blog. The rock is exactly that, a rock that shoots straight up. There is a chain that one hangs on to to go up. My hands are literally sweating just typing this right now! No boulders on the "pathway." No brush or bush along the "pathway" to break a fall. Just sheer cliff drop off if you dropped. Sweat, sweat. Not for me. But the guys, at least were disappointed. Jolyn was quiet in the seat behind! Was she shaking her head to Aaron? Whispering, "I don't think so?" Mouthing, "Darn, I'm disappointed?" I didn't know. I just knew I wasn't going up for nothin'!
To appease his tour group, Mulga took us on a walk along the paths at the base of the rock nearby to sacred areas and discussed mystique and lore surrounding the amazing rock. It is truly incredible, jutting out from the earth with miles and miles and kilometres and kilometres to go before reaching anything in any direction (except for the Olgas and Kings Canyon, but they dwarf in comparison).
We walked and took photos, but it was really hot. We'd hiked the morning, the rock was closed, and we were ready for the visitors' center and a Coke. We loaded up the bus, settled in to make our way for the quenching drinks and necessary postcards.
The rangers turned the signs around and opened the Climb.
Pat and Aaron practically leaped over us to clamour their way out the bus and up that rock. They were among the first of any of the tourists (most had driven on, as it was now 3 p.m or later). They were beat by Mulga's son, Tiger, aged 10. He made it up and down wearing Crocs plenty ahead of anyone. Little Ruby hung back with us, making sure the bus was safe. She'll climb it next year when she's 8. Diantha and Jolyn were the support team and photographers . . .
Now, I'll post some photos, since it's a-maz-ing. But I'll let Pat tell the story. Let's just say Aaron and Pat's faces in the photos say it all!
p.s. $25 per person entry fee to come into the National Park of Ayers Rock. I'm just sayin'.
Anyway, once at the base of the rock I saw two things. First, it was closed due to wind. Second, there would have been no way I could have climbed up, for reasons everyone is well familiar with after reading this blog. The rock is exactly that, a rock that shoots straight up. There is a chain that one hangs on to to go up. My hands are literally sweating just typing this right now! No boulders on the "pathway." No brush or bush along the "pathway" to break a fall. Just sheer cliff drop off if you dropped. Sweat, sweat. Not for me. But the guys, at least were disappointed. Jolyn was quiet in the seat behind! Was she shaking her head to Aaron? Whispering, "I don't think so?" Mouthing, "Darn, I'm disappointed?" I didn't know. I just knew I wasn't going up for nothin'!
To appease his tour group, Mulga took us on a walk along the paths at the base of the rock nearby to sacred areas and discussed mystique and lore surrounding the amazing rock. It is truly incredible, jutting out from the earth with miles and miles and kilometres and kilometres to go before reaching anything in any direction (except for the Olgas and Kings Canyon, but they dwarf in comparison).
We walked and took photos, but it was really hot. We'd hiked the morning, the rock was closed, and we were ready for the visitors' center and a Coke. We loaded up the bus, settled in to make our way for the quenching drinks and necessary postcards.
The rangers turned the signs around and opened the Climb.
Pat and Aaron practically leaped over us to clamour their way out the bus and up that rock. They were among the first of any of the tourists (most had driven on, as it was now 3 p.m or later). They were beat by Mulga's son, Tiger, aged 10. He made it up and down wearing Crocs plenty ahead of anyone. Little Ruby hung back with us, making sure the bus was safe. She'll climb it next year when she's 8. Diantha and Jolyn were the support team and photographers . . .
Now, I'll post some photos, since it's a-maz-ing. But I'll let Pat tell the story. Let's just say Aaron and Pat's faces in the photos say it all!
Friday, October 22, 2010
Random notes for the moment:
Just because it's occurring to me, I thought I'd share. Two things you won't find very easily here, but they'll humor you if you ask: Napkins and ice. First of all, they're called 'serviettes' which I find funny (and they do, too, naturally) because that's French, and they're all originally convicts from England, or here for thousands of years speaking other languages. It's typical for me to politely ask/rummage through cupboards at school or at someone's house to find a paper towel or some napkin to wipe my messy hands on from the goodies I've been eating . . .
Ice, forget it. You get cold water from their lovely bottle in the fridge, no problem. Ice in the restaurant, sure, but only if you ask.
And another thing. The pool was beautiful today, first day since last summer/March. Ross and I tried it last week, but we were absolutely ice upon entry. Not even the kind of Pinecrest ice that gets better if you stay in. This just got worse. But today it's officially usable, once again!! Hooray!!
And one more thing. I have to include a photo of fabulous Pat doing our washing. He is the domestic god around here, and there is a real Australian art to hanging washing on the line, we've learned. The neighbors have been secretly laughing at us all year, they've now admitted. But dryers are only used on those rare rainy weekends. Otherwise, every back yard has a rack and everyone hangs wash. A friend at school has family in Northern California. She was amazed to hear that NO ONE has a laundry tree in the back yard. Amazing.
Still another, pumpkins are now in the grocery store. That is orange, traditional, jack-o-lantern pumpkins. Except that it's Spring here. Halloween is apparently becoming more popular, but most think it's a weird American-ism that we can do without here.
Last thing. We do have a due date back home. We will be coming into Portland December 30 in the evening. There, I said it! Bitter sweet. Yes! Fantastic to be back with our family and be back in our beautiful town and home. Fantastic to see our friends again and hear more about what everyone's been doing. Oh! It will be so very hard to say goodbye for now to our amazing friends we've made here. Hard to leave this beautiful climate and darling town. Sad to think our afternoons walking on the beaches after school or hearing the kookaburras laughing wildly in the trees out back will be over for now. We'll visit again. But it is truly a dream come true, and I'm a real sap when it comes to things ending!!
Now that's all I'll say about that!
Ice, forget it. You get cold water from their lovely bottle in the fridge, no problem. Ice in the restaurant, sure, but only if you ask.
And another thing. The pool was beautiful today, first day since last summer/March. Ross and I tried it last week, but we were absolutely ice upon entry. Not even the kind of Pinecrest ice that gets better if you stay in. This just got worse. But today it's officially usable, once again!! Hooray!!
And one more thing. I have to include a photo of fabulous Pat doing our washing. He is the domestic god around here, and there is a real Australian art to hanging washing on the line, we've learned. The neighbors have been secretly laughing at us all year, they've now admitted. But dryers are only used on those rare rainy weekends. Otherwise, every back yard has a rack and everyone hangs wash. A friend at school has family in Northern California. She was amazed to hear that NO ONE has a laundry tree in the back yard. Amazing.
Still another, pumpkins are now in the grocery store. That is orange, traditional, jack-o-lantern pumpkins. Except that it's Spring here. Halloween is apparently becoming more popular, but most think it's a weird American-ism that we can do without here.
Last thing. We do have a due date back home. We will be coming into Portland December 30 in the evening. There, I said it! Bitter sweet. Yes! Fantastic to be back with our family and be back in our beautiful town and home. Fantastic to see our friends again and hear more about what everyone's been doing. Oh! It will be so very hard to say goodbye for now to our amazing friends we've made here. Hard to leave this beautiful climate and darling town. Sad to think our afternoons walking on the beaches after school or hearing the kookaburras laughing wildly in the trees out back will be over for now. We'll visit again. But it is truly a dream come true, and I'm a real sap when it comes to things ending!!
Now that's all I'll say about that!
Monday, October 18, 2010
Good Morning, Sunshine! Sept. 30
We woke up to the sun, cozy in our swags on the ground. A quick trip to the bushes, yummy Nutella on bread and coffee in a mug, roll up the swags and we were off to see The Rock. All on board (well most) were hoping to climb it today if it wasn't closed for wind, spirits or the like.
First stop, though, The Olgas. The rocks in this region are the result of a crater in the earth being filled with this rocky conglomerate. As time has passed, they have shifted. In the Olgas' case, they shifted at a 45 degree angle, somewhat. In the case of Ayers Rock, it has shifted a complete 90 degree angle! In the photos, the ridges you see are the layers of earth, tipped!
So we hiked for the day going through these beautiful rocks. There has been record rainfall in the country this year, and the entire area was lush with growth and particularly wildflowers, which many haven't seen in perhaps 25-30 years. Good for us in the campground that morning . . .
First stop, though, The Olgas. The rocks in this region are the result of a crater in the earth being filled with this rocky conglomerate. As time has passed, they have shifted. In the Olgas' case, they shifted at a 45 degree angle, somewhat. In the case of Ayers Rock, it has shifted a complete 90 degree angle! In the photos, the ridges you see are the layers of earth, tipped!
So we hiked for the day going through these beautiful rocks. There has been record rainfall in the country this year, and the entire area was lush with growth and particularly wildflowers, which many haven't seen in perhaps 25-30 years. Good for us in the campground that morning . . .
Friday, October 15, 2010
Meanwhile, back in Vietnam . . .
While we are dodging Mulga Pythons and petting Thorny Devils, Ross was exploring in Vietnam.
The question before he left was, had he decided whether or not to eat dog? He was undecided at departure.
In any case, we did know he was visiting Hanoi, doing Tai Chi in the early morning with the locals around Hoan Kiem Lake. They hired cyclos (tandem bikes?) for a day to sightsee. They dodged traffic to cross the very busy streets, and shopped for souveniers. At one point they took an overnight train and slept three bunks high. That night their train hit another, due to floods, and with a few bumps, they made out fine. Ross claims it was safe because he was sandwiched into his bunk, feet up on his backpack at the foot, head on whatever at the front, sleeping like a V, with no where really to budge to. This is why mothers aren't allowed to go along, too.
They visited with local kids who met up with them acting as vendors and tour guides. Ross now chats with at least one on Facebook. Of course!
We did get one email midway that said he wished the trip would never end. Another reason why moms don't go . . .
The question before he left was, had he decided whether or not to eat dog? He was undecided at departure.
In any case, we did know he was visiting Hanoi, doing Tai Chi in the early morning with the locals around Hoan Kiem Lake. They hired cyclos (tandem bikes?) for a day to sightsee. They dodged traffic to cross the very busy streets, and shopped for souveniers. At one point they took an overnight train and slept three bunks high. That night their train hit another, due to floods, and with a few bumps, they made out fine. Ross claims it was safe because he was sandwiched into his bunk, feet up on his backpack at the foot, head on whatever at the front, sleeping like a V, with no where really to budge to. This is why mothers aren't allowed to go along, too.
They visited with local kids who met up with them acting as vendors and tour guides. Ross now chats with at least one on Facebook. Of course!
We did get one email midway that said he wished the trip would never end. Another reason why moms don't go . . .
The Fish Was How Big, Pat??
Pat's blog entry of fishing in Australia is down the list here on Sept. 5. If you're wanting to hear from him, check it out!
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Alice Springs, Northern Territory - Sept. 28
If you look on a map, Alice Springs in almost exactly in the very center of Australia. It's called the Red Centre for a good reason. The dirt is red. Beautifully red. The rocks are red, orange, grey, depending on the hour of the day and the direction of the sun. It's home to the Mulga Python, Thorny Devils, and camels, of all things. Kangaroos and wallabies are big out there, too, but that goes without saying.
We checked into the Youth Hostel and spent the day poking around the town. Early the next morning we were on our camping trip tour with Mulga, owner of Mulga's Tours. His employee called in sick, so he threw his two kids in the bus, packed a box of chips, lollies, and kids books (I was impressed!), and picked us all up for the 3 day tour. Mulga is like a 2010 version of Crocodile Dundee without the actual "knoife." He began his career doing Australian Outback Tours, "mostly doing outback survival," and has now retired from the the actual camping group part - except for us. So we got the real deal. He could spend as much time as he wanted with us, gave us his version of the Aboriginal art on the rocks and 'Dingo Took the Baby' story. He was very knowledgable, down-to-earth, quirky and hilarious, as usual.
At one point, out in the middle of nowhere, he slowed the bus down and stopped. We all strained our necks to see what he could be stopping for. He said, "Watch the road!" We looked, we looked. He backed up a ways, then got out. He reached down and picked up something in his hands. He climbed back into the bus with a Thorny Devil. Just like that. It was the size of Aaron's hand (I know cuz he held it). People passed him up and down the bus until we got out to collect firewood (while we're stopped). Some tried to pet it. I mean it's a Thorny Devil people! It's prickly! We collected firewood, although, we watched carefully for snakes! We didn't see one, but you can't tell me they weren't watching us!
We drove out to Kings Canyon and hiked the rim and down to the water hole called Garden of Eden. Pat swam, as did others, but the frigid water felt just fine on our toes, we decided! Because there has been record rainfall in Australia this year, lakes are full that haven't seen water in 30 years. In the Red Centre this means there are wild flowers that some have never seen. The desert was actually lush with growth and greenery, which is different than many pictures I've seen. I am not complaining, just re-thinking what the Northern Territory can look like. We did see random abandoned cars along the highway **I'll write more on this later!!** that were thoroughly rusted and dated, perhaps, back to the 50's.
At the campsite, Mulga whipped up spaghetti out the back of his trailer, like a pioneer wagon. We ate seated on our rolled-up swags. Swags are sleeping bags with a pad on the bottom and a canvas cover over the whole thing. Mulga had even brought marshmellows, which the Aussies didn't really know how to deal with. The kids in the group attempted to burn down the outback with the 'mellow flames at the firepit, but we didn't have the heart to tell them that's not really how it's done. In Australia, if you show or say that you know it all, they'll cut you down with a laugh and a joke. "The Tall Poppy Syndrome," they call it (don't let one poppy grow taller than the rest), and they'll tell you, "We'll take the p*%@ outta ya! Ha Ha!" We mentioned how one can roast it brown and gooey, but the kids had more fun watching the melting flames, so we smiled along with them!
We unrolled our swags and climbed in right there near the fire.
That night I didn't want to close my eyes. The stars were incredible! Here we see the Southern Cross, and Venus is bright as ever. Sunrise the next morning was surreal, and the colors of the earth were fantastic. No facilities, or much privacy, if you can imagine in the desert, but we managed just fine without any close snake encounters in the bushes! That's my second reference to snakes. Can you tell what was on my mind??
We checked into the Youth Hostel and spent the day poking around the town. Early the next morning we were on our camping trip tour with Mulga, owner of Mulga's Tours. His employee called in sick, so he threw his two kids in the bus, packed a box of chips, lollies, and kids books (I was impressed!), and picked us all up for the 3 day tour. Mulga is like a 2010 version of Crocodile Dundee without the actual "knoife." He began his career doing Australian Outback Tours, "mostly doing outback survival," and has now retired from the the actual camping group part - except for us. So we got the real deal. He could spend as much time as he wanted with us, gave us his version of the Aboriginal art on the rocks and 'Dingo Took the Baby' story. He was very knowledgable, down-to-earth, quirky and hilarious, as usual.
At one point, out in the middle of nowhere, he slowed the bus down and stopped. We all strained our necks to see what he could be stopping for. He said, "Watch the road!" We looked, we looked. He backed up a ways, then got out. He reached down and picked up something in his hands. He climbed back into the bus with a Thorny Devil. Just like that. It was the size of Aaron's hand (I know cuz he held it). People passed him up and down the bus until we got out to collect firewood (while we're stopped). Some tried to pet it. I mean it's a Thorny Devil people! It's prickly! We collected firewood, although, we watched carefully for snakes! We didn't see one, but you can't tell me they weren't watching us!
We drove out to Kings Canyon and hiked the rim and down to the water hole called Garden of Eden. Pat swam, as did others, but the frigid water felt just fine on our toes, we decided! Because there has been record rainfall in Australia this year, lakes are full that haven't seen water in 30 years. In the Red Centre this means there are wild flowers that some have never seen. The desert was actually lush with growth and greenery, which is different than many pictures I've seen. I am not complaining, just re-thinking what the Northern Territory can look like. We did see random abandoned cars along the highway **I'll write more on this later!!** that were thoroughly rusted and dated, perhaps, back to the 50's.
At the campsite, Mulga whipped up spaghetti out the back of his trailer, like a pioneer wagon. We ate seated on our rolled-up swags. Swags are sleeping bags with a pad on the bottom and a canvas cover over the whole thing. Mulga had even brought marshmellows, which the Aussies didn't really know how to deal with. The kids in the group attempted to burn down the outback with the 'mellow flames at the firepit, but we didn't have the heart to tell them that's not really how it's done. In Australia, if you show or say that you know it all, they'll cut you down with a laugh and a joke. "The Tall Poppy Syndrome," they call it (don't let one poppy grow taller than the rest), and they'll tell you, "We'll take the p*%@ outta ya! Ha Ha!" We mentioned how one can roast it brown and gooey, but the kids had more fun watching the melting flames, so we smiled along with them!
We unrolled our swags and climbed in right there near the fire.
That night I didn't want to close my eyes. The stars were incredible! Here we see the Southern Cross, and Venus is bright as ever. Sunrise the next morning was surreal, and the colors of the earth were fantastic. No facilities, or much privacy, if you can imagine in the desert, but we managed just fine without any close snake encounters in the bushes! That's my second reference to snakes. Can you tell what was on my mind??
Saturday, October 9, 2010
September 24 - to Sydney
We landed in Sydney and found our first youth hostel of the trip. Welcome to budget travel in Australia, Team USA! As all of our American visitors have learned, Australia is very expensive! Hotels are easily $300 per night. So, we've opted for the backpackers' lifestyle! We share a bunk room, share a shower room down the hall, make coffee in the central kitchen with other international travelers, and use our own towels! Pat and I have grown to prefer this type of traveling, anyway. We've met all kinds of random folks, watched a variety of cultures make their morning and evening meals, and saved cash while we're at it. Even still, a bunkroom in Chinatown runs us $90 per night. Not exactly Motel 6 prices!
Sunday we jumped on an all day tour to the Blue Mountains. This is a beautiful area just west of Sydney. We stopped first at a wild life park to see the koalas and emus up close. We saw dingoes, Tasmanian Devils, crocs, roos, quolls, and more. Pat re-united with his former flame, the Brolga. Last visit with Barbara and Natalie in April was hilarious when Pat decided to flirt with the ostrich-sized bird. She'd been most flirtatious back. This time I was ready with the video camera for their reunion.
He walked up to her, fluttered his arms a bit, and she swayed, side-stepped, and bobbed her neck with him. She did her dance up the back to her little hill, stared right at him, and waltzed back down to meet him at the fence again. Unfortunately, she was not as enraptured with him, and their encounter was brief this time; perhaps she sensed the Other Woman with the video camera. When he left, I moved in front of her and waved my arms seductively at her. She was nonplussed.
At the Blue Mountains we did a great hike down through the rain forest. The tour ended with a ferry ride back into Sydney proper with the sun setting.
Monday we drooled into our Starbucks cups, licking and lapping up every delectable morsel of caffeine and frothy milk yummi-ness. Then we hopped a bus to Bondi Beach to have a look around. Evening flight to a quick overnight in Melbourne - then on to the Red Center!!
Sunday we jumped on an all day tour to the Blue Mountains. This is a beautiful area just west of Sydney. We stopped first at a wild life park to see the koalas and emus up close. We saw dingoes, Tasmanian Devils, crocs, roos, quolls, and more. Pat re-united with his former flame, the Brolga. Last visit with Barbara and Natalie in April was hilarious when Pat decided to flirt with the ostrich-sized bird. She'd been most flirtatious back. This time I was ready with the video camera for their reunion.
He walked up to her, fluttered his arms a bit, and she swayed, side-stepped, and bobbed her neck with him. She did her dance up the back to her little hill, stared right at him, and waltzed back down to meet him at the fence again. Unfortunately, she was not as enraptured with him, and their encounter was brief this time; perhaps she sensed the Other Woman with the video camera. When he left, I moved in front of her and waved my arms seductively at her. She was nonplussed.
At the Blue Mountains we did a great hike down through the rain forest. The tour ended with a ferry ride back into Sydney proper with the sun setting.
Monday we drooled into our Starbucks cups, licking and lapping up every delectable morsel of caffeine and frothy milk yummi-ness. Then we hopped a bus to Bondi Beach to have a look around. Evening flight to a quick overnight in Melbourne - then on to the Red Center!!
Friday, October 8, 2010
A Welcome American/Aussie BBQ
Invite them and they will come! Friday night we hosted a great night to welcome Aaron and Jolyn. Pat and the guys put snags, burgers and chicken on the barbie. Everyone came to have a great time, as usual! The Aussies arrive with their "eskies," their coolers with what they like to drink. They also brought "potato bake," a barbie staple, like our potato salad might be, but we would call this Scalloped Potatoes. They also brought "a pav," or "pavlova," another Aussie beautiful dessert, made with merangue and cream with fruit on top, such as blueberries and passion fruit. We threw in watermelon and baked beans for Kate, my boss' daughter, who wanted to see for herself "a real American barbeque!" I also made a birthday cake for the masses celebrating their birthdays all week long. I think we counted 12 birthdays represented, so I wrote "Happy Birthday Y'All" for good measure!
Many who came have traveled to the U.S. either recently (just two weeks back, Chico, California, believe it or not!), or in the past (3 month road trips, etc.). My boss and his family made the trip last April, including staying in Corvallis, in our home with Maureen and Rod, so there were lots of travel stories and laughing at each others' cultures! We're learning to do that very well - particularly at our own!
No time to lose, so our next morning we were up and packed ready for our two week holiday!
Many who came have traveled to the U.S. either recently (just two weeks back, Chico, California, believe it or not!), or in the past (3 month road trips, etc.). My boss and his family made the trip last April, including staying in Corvallis, in our home with Maureen and Rod, so there were lots of travel stories and laughing at each others' cultures! We're learning to do that very well - particularly at our own!
No time to lose, so our next morning we were up and packed ready for our two week holiday!
September 23 - "The Kids" Arrive!
Well, they aren't kids, but they are "our" kids, so that's what we call 'em! Aaron, our oldest, and Jolyn, our future daughter-in-law, arrived on Thursday, straight in from Portland, LAX, Sydney, and into Coffs Harbour. Pat scooped them up and within their first six hours here, they had seen roos in the park, caught Pippis in the sand, seen a 5 ft Carpet Python on the road, heard the Kookaburras going off, and watched a huge kangaroo bounce through the water at the Urunga boardwalk! Oh, and we had lasagna.
Just when they thought it was safe to go to bed at - what time is it anyway??, the doorbell rang, and the first of our many amazing friends here dropped in, wine bottles in hand, to say hello and welcome the Americans! Debbie and Graeme Rose, Caroline and Wayne, and their son Ben and sweet friend Mel came by and gave the "kids" a warm Aussie welcome!
It's so good to have them here!!
Just when they thought it was safe to go to bed at - what time is it anyway??, the doorbell rang, and the first of our many amazing friends here dropped in, wine bottles in hand, to say hello and welcome the Americans! Debbie and Graeme Rose, Caroline and Wayne, and their son Ben and sweet friend Mel came by and gave the "kids" a warm Aussie welcome!
It's so good to have them here!!
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Pause
We've paused on the blog for our two week holidays! We'll update in the next few days. Think Sydney Opera House, kangaroos and koalas, sleeping under the stars in the Outback of the Red Centre, and three days snorkeling in the Great Barrier Reef - with Aaron and Jolyn!! We're so lucky!! We'll catch you up after we get a load of laundry started!! Make that six!!
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
p.s.
On a side note, the birds here must go to sleep every night with their little beaks tucked under their wings EXHAUSTED. The noise, noise, noise, noise! They wake up just before the sun comes up, and they do not stop until it is dark outside.
They fly, they chirp, they sing, they call, they twitter, they hop, they go on and on! The other morning I thought the smoke alarm was going off - it was a bird. They are beautiful and darling, and the whole thing is very endearing!
One of the magpies, a huge black and white thing, comes into the yard when Pat is hanging out the washing (yes, I wrote that right!). He wanders around right up close like a neighborhood cat!
Rainbow Lorikeets make a crowd in the trees out the back, particularly at dusk. They sing/squawk/squeal until each one has made it's own place in the tree. The Kookaburras "go off" regularly throughout the day, but particularly at dusk. They claim their territory, and this seems to be a long and important process that takes quite the discussion outside! The Galahs are in the fields pulling worms at school or on the roadside. The Rosellas! They're beautiful.
Mind you, before coming here, I did not like birds. Did not. Now I do.
And today was the best! At school, I'd sent two boys on an errand, and when they returned they were in stitches laughing. "Mrs. Mollahan! We have a funny story to tell the class!" (pronounced 'clahhss') Apparently two Ibis were flying (or running? It was hard to understand through their laughter) and they both banged into a pole out in the patio!
They fly, they chirp, they sing, they call, they twitter, they hop, they go on and on! The other morning I thought the smoke alarm was going off - it was a bird. They are beautiful and darling, and the whole thing is very endearing!
One of the magpies, a huge black and white thing, comes into the yard when Pat is hanging out the washing (yes, I wrote that right!). He wanders around right up close like a neighborhood cat!
Rainbow Lorikeets make a crowd in the trees out the back, particularly at dusk. They sing/squawk/squeal until each one has made it's own place in the tree. The Kookaburras "go off" regularly throughout the day, but particularly at dusk. They claim their territory, and this seems to be a long and important process that takes quite the discussion outside! The Galahs are in the fields pulling worms at school or on the roadside. The Rosellas! They're beautiful.
Mind you, before coming here, I did not like birds. Did not. Now I do.
And today was the best! At school, I'd sent two boys on an errand, and when they returned they were in stitches laughing. "Mrs. Mollahan! We have a funny story to tell the class!" (pronounced 'clahhss') Apparently two Ibis were flying (or running? It was hard to understand through their laughter) and they both banged into a pole out in the patio!
Wow
What a difference a generation makes: I'm excited for my son to go to Vietnam!
Ross leaves this Saturday for three weeks in Vietnam with his Society and Culture class. 25 students will travel to Singapore and then on to Hanoi. They'll train to Sapa and then Mai Chau. They'll see the beaches at Sam Son, then to Danang. They come home via Singapore, spending two days there.
They'll do tai chi in the parks at 6 a.m., ride rickety bikes through the cities, attend cooking school, visit holy places, trek through rice fields and do a home stay.
He's taking his Malaria tablets and has had the appropriate shots (gulp). Camera and bug repellent, check. Money belt and toothbrush, check.
I'd love to be a fly on the wall when this trip takes place. I'll wait to see the photos (fit for Mom) when he returns!
Ross leaves this Saturday for three weeks in Vietnam with his Society and Culture class. 25 students will travel to Singapore and then on to Hanoi. They'll train to Sapa and then Mai Chau. They'll see the beaches at Sam Son, then to Danang. They come home via Singapore, spending two days there.
They'll do tai chi in the parks at 6 a.m., ride rickety bikes through the cities, attend cooking school, visit holy places, trek through rice fields and do a home stay.
He's taking his Malaria tablets and has had the appropriate shots (gulp). Camera and bug repellent, check. Money belt and toothbrush, check.
I'd love to be a fly on the wall when this trip takes place. I'll wait to see the photos (fit for Mom) when he returns!
Saturday, September 11, 2010
In the Kitchen
I do not like to cook. But I am having fun with some of the Aussie ingredients around here. Is it the soil? The blue sky and beautiful sunshine? The lack of serious hormones fed to the cattle? The food here tastes great.
I tried Thai last week with not much success, save for yummy coconut milk and lemon grass! The lasagna recipe I've learned here is made with cheese sauce and cream! What's not to love?? The carrots are sweet. The potatoes are small and tender, not big husky Idaho skins! And Pat's fish! Last night I put it in some foil with butter and lemon ("Ross, can you go pick me two lemons from the tree in the yard?"). Dreamy.
We're missing Bisquick pancakes like no other, but we've learned they will remove a box at customs if you (Stephanie) try to send it. And they will hassle you (Tim) in the airport if you try to carry it in your suitcase. So we will wait till January for pancakes American style.
We have solved the chicken enchilada mystery. One store north of here carries enchilada sauce - in a jar and for a price!
I need to stick to learning Thai while we're here!
Some food funnies:
Cheddar cheese is called "Tasty Cheese."
Sharp cheddar is "Strong and Bitey."
One can buy marshmellows in small candy bags to nibble on like gummy bears.
One can buy a bag of "Pineapple Lumps." wow.
Cereal squares the size of brownies, made like particle board but with raisin bran flakes are called Weet Bix. One breaks them in a bowl with milk like Shredded Wheat.
You cannot find Shredded Wheat. Or Cream of Wheat.
The vegie section is tons of fun with all kinds of crazy new fruits and vegies!
It's hard to find skim milk.
It's easy to find cream, custard, cream, and cream!
Bacon is like Canadian bacon - beautiful.
Feta cheese and Ricotta cheese is sold in bulk. They use it in everything.
I bought a kangaroo roast this week.
To buy crocodile I have to go to a butcher 20 minutes in the country.
The icecream is made by Cadbury. That's like having Ghiradelli Ice Cream!
Aussies are all about chicken salt. They put it on fries, potato chips, and popcorn. It's delicious!
Sweet Chili sauce is put on everything like we do with Ranch, but Ranch is hardly ever used, except by us!
Ketchup is called Tomato Sauce (pronounced to-mah-to sauce).
Coca Cola is $30 for a 24 pack.
Don't get me started on prices!!
I tried Thai last week with not much success, save for yummy coconut milk and lemon grass! The lasagna recipe I've learned here is made with cheese sauce and cream! What's not to love?? The carrots are sweet. The potatoes are small and tender, not big husky Idaho skins! And Pat's fish! Last night I put it in some foil with butter and lemon ("Ross, can you go pick me two lemons from the tree in the yard?"). Dreamy.
We're missing Bisquick pancakes like no other, but we've learned they will remove a box at customs if you (Stephanie) try to send it. And they will hassle you (Tim) in the airport if you try to carry it in your suitcase. So we will wait till January for pancakes American style.
We have solved the chicken enchilada mystery. One store north of here carries enchilada sauce - in a jar and for a price!
I need to stick to learning Thai while we're here!
Some food funnies:
Cheddar cheese is called "Tasty Cheese."
Sharp cheddar is "Strong and Bitey."
One can buy marshmellows in small candy bags to nibble on like gummy bears.
One can buy a bag of "Pineapple Lumps." wow.
Cereal squares the size of brownies, made like particle board but with raisin bran flakes are called Weet Bix. One breaks them in a bowl with milk like Shredded Wheat.
You cannot find Shredded Wheat. Or Cream of Wheat.
The vegie section is tons of fun with all kinds of crazy new fruits and vegies!
It's hard to find skim milk.
It's easy to find cream, custard, cream, and cream!
Bacon is like Canadian bacon - beautiful.
Feta cheese and Ricotta cheese is sold in bulk. They use it in everything.
I bought a kangaroo roast this week.
To buy crocodile I have to go to a butcher 20 minutes in the country.
The icecream is made by Cadbury. That's like having Ghiradelli Ice Cream!
Aussies are all about chicken salt. They put it on fries, potato chips, and popcorn. It's delicious!
Sweet Chili sauce is put on everything like we do with Ranch, but Ranch is hardly ever used, except by us!
Ketchup is called Tomato Sauce (pronounced to-mah-to sauce).
Coca Cola is $30 for a 24 pack.
Don't get me started on prices!!
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Urunga Ball
Yes, the two words are in the same title! Little tiny Urunga had a Ball last Saturday night, and it was fantastic! Black tie, sit down dinner, the works. Pat was loaned a suit and shoes by a friend's tall son. The coat didn't quite work, so after one trip to the Salvation Army he was set with a $5 coat! A trip to Target for a shirt and bow tie and done. My ensemble was a team effort of friends loaning me dresses, bling, and shoes, all for $0!
Anyone who was anyone was there, city counsil members, the bank tellers, the pharmacist, the hardware store man, the hair salon girls, the teachers, the nurses, the police department, the ambulance drivers, the restaurant owners, everyone. 180 people in large tents that were set up on the river front. The kitchen arrived in a truck and served up a fine dinner. A famous cricketer spoke (over our heads, for sure), a comedian performed, and then a band played dance music for the rest of the night. The energy was terrific, and by song #2 the floor was full until they stopped at 1 a.m.
Pat was able to talk with the guys from the local department, which was great for him. I came over and was introduced, made some small talk, and then was basically distracted away so the guys could "really talk!" Australians aren't very subtle, and I should have known better anyway!
At one point I said to someone, "If all of us are here, and we all have children, do we really know what ALL the children are doing this evening??!"
Very fun night!
Anyone who was anyone was there, city counsil members, the bank tellers, the pharmacist, the hardware store man, the hair salon girls, the teachers, the nurses, the police department, the ambulance drivers, the restaurant owners, everyone. 180 people in large tents that were set up on the river front. The kitchen arrived in a truck and served up a fine dinner. A famous cricketer spoke (over our heads, for sure), a comedian performed, and then a band played dance music for the rest of the night. The energy was terrific, and by song #2 the floor was full until they stopped at 1 a.m.
Pat was able to talk with the guys from the local department, which was great for him. I came over and was introduced, made some small talk, and then was basically distracted away so the guys could "really talk!" Australians aren't very subtle, and I should have known better anyway!
At one point I said to someone, "If all of us are here, and we all have children, do we really know what ALL the children are doing this evening??!"
Very fun night!
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Ho Hum
So what do we do when we aren't sightseeing or traveling or enjoying beers in a pub with no beer? Most of our year here is the day-to-day schedule and routine. I leave for work each morning around 7:30 - 8, except for three mornings when I go with my carpool girls, Annie and Kat, to the gym. We either do a cardio/weight workout, or we do aqua-aerobics. I have American witnesses who have come with me who will vouch for the fact that it is not "tea bag" aerobics! It's a really fun, hard workout, and I wish we had something similar in Corvallis. If we do, let me know!
Ross leaves the house around 8, either by big white plush school bus or by one of his mate's newly acquired car (driving age here is 17). He's at school till 4 or so depending on free periods. Tuesday nights he stays for a late class, Society and Culture, which ends at 6:30. I pick him up those nights since the great fruit and veg market is up near his school (out in the countryside).
I stay at school till 4 or so, and get to drive home most days with the carpool girls. It's a great way to learn even more about the area, the education system, and Australia in general. Last week we laughed ourselves silly the whole way home to terrible jokes, some Aussie, some naughty, some neither. Most days, though, we're rehashing the day's events, discussing issues, logistics, and students. Mix that with a little raising-teenager commiserating, recipe exchanging, and I took the dog to the vet/where does one buy new tires cheaply sharing, and you've got our car rides.
This sounds like home, right? The cool thing, though? Monday when I got home, I asked Ross if he wanted to go walk on the beach, and he took me up on it. We drove 7 minutes, past the kangaroos in the park, to the beach and walked while the sun set (not at the beach - we're on the east coast!). Some other evenings I arrive home to a note that says, "I'm at the jetty fishing. Come find me! Pat" I drive downtown, all of 4 minutes and walk out the boardwalk across the river to find Pat along the jetty rocks. Other afternoons I have to run errands. Like home? Well, here it means going the 4 minutes into town to the one street to get to the post office, the bakery next door, the bank across the street, and say hi to the girls at the hair salon next to the bank. It's wonderful!!
It reminds me of when we lived without a microwave years ago. We got along just fine. I'd had one for years and used it. I use the one I have now all the time. But when you don't have one, it's actually okay. Living without Fred Meyer store is like that. We're fine without, but as soon as we go home, I'll love Fred's again!
Wednesday nights Ross plays basketball with a community team.
Most afternoons, though, we're at home like boring usual, checking email, facebook, watching Australian Idol and hilarious Australian commercials (they have the most interesting sense of advertisements).
You've probably gathered that Pat is either fishing, or at lawn bowls, or doing every part of the housework and yardwork that can be done. He's also been doing all the paperwork and phone calling for our travels and our visa stuff. The visa stuff has been a super headache, which isn't worth going into, but let's just say it's all good, all solved, and was all-consuming for a period of weeks! He spent time on it that I didn't have with teaching, so thanks to him for making it all work out!
Ross leaves the house around 8, either by big white plush school bus or by one of his mate's newly acquired car (driving age here is 17). He's at school till 4 or so depending on free periods. Tuesday nights he stays for a late class, Society and Culture, which ends at 6:30. I pick him up those nights since the great fruit and veg market is up near his school (out in the countryside).
I stay at school till 4 or so, and get to drive home most days with the carpool girls. It's a great way to learn even more about the area, the education system, and Australia in general. Last week we laughed ourselves silly the whole way home to terrible jokes, some Aussie, some naughty, some neither. Most days, though, we're rehashing the day's events, discussing issues, logistics, and students. Mix that with a little raising-teenager commiserating, recipe exchanging, and I took the dog to the vet/where does one buy new tires cheaply sharing, and you've got our car rides.
This sounds like home, right? The cool thing, though? Monday when I got home, I asked Ross if he wanted to go walk on the beach, and he took me up on it. We drove 7 minutes, past the kangaroos in the park, to the beach and walked while the sun set (not at the beach - we're on the east coast!). Some other evenings I arrive home to a note that says, "I'm at the jetty fishing. Come find me! Pat" I drive downtown, all of 4 minutes and walk out the boardwalk across the river to find Pat along the jetty rocks. Other afternoons I have to run errands. Like home? Well, here it means going the 4 minutes into town to the one street to get to the post office, the bakery next door, the bank across the street, and say hi to the girls at the hair salon next to the bank. It's wonderful!!
It reminds me of when we lived without a microwave years ago. We got along just fine. I'd had one for years and used it. I use the one I have now all the time. But when you don't have one, it's actually okay. Living without Fred Meyer store is like that. We're fine without, but as soon as we go home, I'll love Fred's again!
Wednesday nights Ross plays basketball with a community team.
Most afternoons, though, we're at home like boring usual, checking email, facebook, watching Australian Idol and hilarious Australian commercials (they have the most interesting sense of advertisements).
You've probably gathered that Pat is either fishing, or at lawn bowls, or doing every part of the housework and yardwork that can be done. He's also been doing all the paperwork and phone calling for our travels and our visa stuff. The visa stuff has been a super headache, which isn't worth going into, but let's just say it's all good, all solved, and was all-consuming for a period of weeks! He spent time on it that I didn't have with teaching, so thanks to him for making it all work out!
Sunday, September 5, 2010
Fishing NSW
Fishing in NSW has been the fishing experience of a lifetime! Thanks to Graeme & Paul.
Garfish, bream, tailor, mullet, flatheads, darts, bull sharks, eels, blackfish & jewel fish, catfish, whitings & shovelnose sharks.
What about bait? Well, Paul taught me about the pippi at Pippi Beach in Yamba. When all else fails & you run out of bait, do the twist in the sand near the waters edge for pippis, a type of clam.
Fishing for garfish, mullet & bream, Graeme had us using bread, successfully!
Fishing for blackfish? Well, they are a vegetarian fish and the use of sea cabbage or river weed works.
Fishing for jewel or big bream or eels or sharks? A variety of baits work including live mullet and beach worms. Now, what's a beach worm? Well, imagine an earth worm with a head bearing 10-12 tiny feelers & can range in length from 2-5+ feet in length.
Thanks Graeme, I never thought I could learn so much about fishing! You are a patient instructor & have probably forgotten more about fishing than I have learned in my lifetime!!!!!
So, check out the photos....
Garfish, bream, tailor, mullet, flatheads, darts, bull sharks, eels, blackfish & jewel fish, catfish, whitings & shovelnose sharks.
What about bait? Well, Paul taught me about the pippi at Pippi Beach in Yamba. When all else fails & you run out of bait, do the twist in the sand near the waters edge for pippis, a type of clam.
Fishing for garfish, mullet & bream, Graeme had us using bread, successfully!
Fishing for blackfish? Well, they are a vegetarian fish and the use of sea cabbage or river weed works.
Fishing for jewel or big bream or eels or sharks? A variety of baits work including live mullet and beach worms. Now, what's a beach worm? Well, imagine an earth worm with a head bearing 10-12 tiny feelers & can range in length from 2-5+ feet in length.
Thanks Graeme, I never thought I could learn so much about fishing! You are a patient instructor & have probably forgotten more about fishing than I have learned in my lifetime!!!!!
So, check out the photos....
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Sunday Sunday
We just had the nicest afternoon. We were invited by Ross' buddy's mum, Kim, to join the family at the Pub With No Beer. That's right. We drove about 45 kilometers south past Macksville and west out into the countryside. The drive was beautiful, passing farmlands and picturesque hillsides. We drove and drove and finally arrived at the famous pub in the middle of nowhere! A band was playing and we chose a table outside. The sun was brilliant, and the temperature was probably 78 degrees F. Not bad since it's still, technically, winter.
We enjoyed the music, fish and chips, and even a real beer! Amazing. The place is notorious for it's local color and affiliation with country music legend, Slim Dusty. He is the clever song writer/performer of such greats as Duncan ("I'd rather have a beer with Dun-caaan, cuz Duncans me maiyte!"). He might be likened to Willy Nelson, but with a purer than pure Aussie persona. The boys played pool while I photographed the ambiance and locals. I felt like I was in a movie with the true-blue crusty Aussies out the veranda around the front plenty tipsy and cheering on the musicians!
It was great to share a good pub meal with Ross and his friends and get to know the family better, as well. We always learn something new about Australia (or America!) when we get together with friends. Today it was all about Perth and the glutton of work available there, if you're interested!
We enjoyed the music, fish and chips, and even a real beer! Amazing. The place is notorious for it's local color and affiliation with country music legend, Slim Dusty. He is the clever song writer/performer of such greats as Duncan ("I'd rather have a beer with Dun-caaan, cuz Duncans me maiyte!"). He might be likened to Willy Nelson, but with a purer than pure Aussie persona. The boys played pool while I photographed the ambiance and locals. I felt like I was in a movie with the true-blue crusty Aussies out the veranda around the front plenty tipsy and cheering on the musicians!
It was great to share a good pub meal with Ross and his friends and get to know the family better, as well. We always learn something new about Australia (or America!) when we get together with friends. Today it was all about Perth and the glutton of work available there, if you're interested!
Thursday, August 26, 2010
One Last Thing to Try
With our American friends soon to leave after a glorious month in Oz, we had to cram a few more things in, like one last day at school with the kids, one last night at the Urunga Pub, and a try at the Didgereedoo. Caroline and Wayne invited the girls to come by and see Caroline's amazing fabric art workshop in her home. Visit her website at carolinesharkey.com and be completely 'wow-ed.' The next thing we knew, everyone was showing up who had or hadn't met the girls yet, and out came the instruments! We all had a go, and I must say, my years playing tenor sax didn't really give me an edge! It's a cross between playing a trombone, a kazoo, and a PVC drain pipe! It's easier than surfing, so far, so that's good.
Now the house is very very quiet. Ross is home from his trip to Cairns with Ellen, Pat, and the boys. School is back for both of us; no more sore throats. And Pat is catching up on more laundry and lawn bowls! We are so blessed to have wonderful friends and colleagues and family! It's been incredible to share some of our adventures here with them.
Now we can't wait to share our new friends and beautiful beaches with Aaron and Jolyn next month!
Now the house is very very quiet. Ross is home from his trip to Cairns with Ellen, Pat, and the boys. School is back for both of us; no more sore throats. And Pat is catching up on more laundry and lawn bowls! We are so blessed to have wonderful friends and colleagues and family! It's been incredible to share some of our adventures here with them.
Now we can't wait to share our new friends and beautiful beaches with Aaron and Jolyn next month!
More Fun to Come
Saturday we headed south to another beatiful beach I've mentioned before. This is the beach where I spent my birthday and Mother's Day. It's great to get to make an excuse to revisit these incredible places only a few hours from home. This one is only one hour south.
We walked up to the lighthouse here, too, and then spent time with the many roos. One particularly large male is there each time we visit. You can hear the jokes and songs that Pat, at least, sings when we're near this big guy. He is, let's say, well-endowed.
So picture Karen focused carefully on the roo with her video camera taking footage when one of us cries out some randy comment on his manliness. Karen stops the camera, waits till we've finished, and tries again. Now Pat chimes in with an adult version of 'Do Your Ears Hang Low.' Again, Karen stops the camera and waits. By the third time she laughs and yells, "You guys! This is for my Kinders back home! Stop!" Woops. It's just difficult not to comment!
We had a great picnic and then lounged on the sand some more. A beautiful, perfect day.
We did hurry home, however, to change clothes and scurry off to dinner at the boss'! Glenn and Jeanette had us all for dinner, cooked beautifully by his daughter Kate, save for his homemade pasta. It was, as they say, a Big Night, and we all thoroughly enjoyed the Wild Turkey - I mean, the evening. The Americans were fading by 10:30 p.m., but the Aussies were still going strong. The girls were learning what we've learned: just go with it and don't expect to get home any time soon! Tons of fun!
I still think it's hilarious that I have the car keys since I'm the designated driver, and all 12 of the others, who are NOT designated drivers, are telling me very loudly and emphatically how to back out of the driveway! I am simply collecting the most wonderful memories, and how amazing to have friends to share them with!
We walked up to the lighthouse here, too, and then spent time with the many roos. One particularly large male is there each time we visit. You can hear the jokes and songs that Pat, at least, sings when we're near this big guy. He is, let's say, well-endowed.
So picture Karen focused carefully on the roo with her video camera taking footage when one of us cries out some randy comment on his manliness. Karen stops the camera, waits till we've finished, and tries again. Now Pat chimes in with an adult version of 'Do Your Ears Hang Low.' Again, Karen stops the camera and waits. By the third time she laughs and yells, "You guys! This is for my Kinders back home! Stop!" Woops. It's just difficult not to comment!
We had a great picnic and then lounged on the sand some more. A beautiful, perfect day.
We did hurry home, however, to change clothes and scurry off to dinner at the boss'! Glenn and Jeanette had us all for dinner, cooked beautifully by his daughter Kate, save for his homemade pasta. It was, as they say, a Big Night, and we all thoroughly enjoyed the Wild Turkey - I mean, the evening. The Americans were fading by 10:30 p.m., but the Aussies were still going strong. The girls were learning what we've learned: just go with it and don't expect to get home any time soon! Tons of fun!
I still think it's hilarious that I have the car keys since I'm the designated driver, and all 12 of the others, who are NOT designated drivers, are telling me very loudly and emphatically how to back out of the driveway! I am simply collecting the most wonderful memories, and how amazing to have friends to share them with!
Byron Bay
I seemed to have developed quite a cough/sore throat/flu/day off cuz my friends are here and we need to sight see for the day/ kind of feeling. So off we went to the beach three hours north for the day.
Lots of laughs on our drive up reliving the crazy Karaoke night from before, including the wog, Chookie, dancing the same cuz we come from the same country, Tom Jones, Celine Dion's My Heart Will Go On done beautifully by - a bloke!, Duncan me mate, photos of random pub folk, the security guard feeding us sandwiches at closing time, and more.
We stopped to shop, get coffees and muffins, then shopped some more. We walked along the beach in beautiful Byron Bay, and then sat in the wind, determined to work on our tans! That didn't last long, so we ended with a trip up to the lighthouse - fantastic, and then dinner at Fresh, a cute restaurant with a fireplace to get warm by!!
The sea air really did me good, and I was able to get back to work the next day. They say sunshine and laughter is great for what ails ya.
Lots of laughs on our drive up reliving the crazy Karaoke night from before, including the wog, Chookie, dancing the same cuz we come from the same country, Tom Jones, Celine Dion's My Heart Will Go On done beautifully by - a bloke!, Duncan me mate, photos of random pub folk, the security guard feeding us sandwiches at closing time, and more.
We stopped to shop, get coffees and muffins, then shopped some more. We walked along the beach in beautiful Byron Bay, and then sat in the wind, determined to work on our tans! That didn't last long, so we ended with a trip up to the lighthouse - fantastic, and then dinner at Fresh, a cute restaurant with a fireplace to get warm by!!
The sea air really did me good, and I was able to get back to work the next day. They say sunshine and laughter is great for what ails ya.
Karaoke Aussie Style
We invited anyone who would not believe us to join us for Karaoke Wednesday night (!). The Aussies didn't know what to make of it, but being good sports, they came along. We were 11 in all, half and half American and Aussie, with the majority stating very proudly and nervously, "I don't sing; I ain't gettin' up there." Well, I've learned over the years that they all say that, and by the end of the evening, with so much fun to be had, they are up there wailing away Bruce Springsteen, Donna Summer, or Neil Diamond, at the very least.
But Tie Me Kangaroo Down? Fantastic! Even P. Mollahan had a turn singing the Aussie anthem! The Aussie girls spotted "Duncan" on the play list and launched into a rousing version at the table. That's all the cue I need to submit their names for a live version on the mic! "I'd rather drink a beer with Dun-caaan, cuz Duncans me maiyte!"
We danced the night away, thoroughly enjoyed the antics of the locals, and definitely made an impact on the little Irish pub! Nevermind that it was a work night - we closed the place down after 11 p.m.
But Tie Me Kangaroo Down? Fantastic! Even P. Mollahan had a turn singing the Aussie anthem! The Aussie girls spotted "Duncan" on the play list and launched into a rousing version at the table. That's all the cue I need to submit their names for a live version on the mic! "I'd rather drink a beer with Dun-caaan, cuz Duncans me maiyte!"
We danced the night away, thoroughly enjoyed the antics of the locals, and definitely made an impact on the little Irish pub! Nevermind that it was a work night - we closed the place down after 11 p.m.
Monday, August 23, 2010
Picture This
I must digress for a minute and tell you what happened last night. You will smile, those of you who know Pat, which you all do. So you will all smile.
He left at 5:30 p.m. to go up river and fish for Jewel fish. Very yummy. He came back at 10:00 p.m., at which time I was reading in bed. He came in with a big smile and his cooler in hand. I asked him if he had any luck, and he said, "Yes."
He then proceeded to bring the cooler over to the side of the bed, open it up, and reach in to grab his prizes. Two fabulous, smelly, jewel fish, each one about 15 inches long! He pulled one up, river water dripping, dead fish eyes staring, I suppose at me or the ceiling, tail limp, slimy and disgusting. Oops! A little fish water/juice/slime has dripped here and there. No worries! He was so proud. I just smiled!
Guess where he is again tonight??
He left at 5:30 p.m. to go up river and fish for Jewel fish. Very yummy. He came back at 10:00 p.m., at which time I was reading in bed. He came in with a big smile and his cooler in hand. I asked him if he had any luck, and he said, "Yes."
He then proceeded to bring the cooler over to the side of the bed, open it up, and reach in to grab his prizes. Two fabulous, smelly, jewel fish, each one about 15 inches long! He pulled one up, river water dripping, dead fish eyes staring, I suppose at me or the ceiling, tail limp, slimy and disgusting. Oops! A little fish water/juice/slime has dripped here and there. No worries! He was so proud. I just smiled!
Guess where he is again tonight??
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Tours By Us
Sunday started with everyone vegging in the sun on the patio popping a few Advil and reminiscing about the night and the past year here and there. Once we got moving, the girls and I drove up to the rainforest for a beautiful walk and tangle through the vines and brush turkeys.
Ross went south with the Momsens and Gamacks to hike at South West Rocks. They picniced, romped with the many many roos, watched dolphins truly playing and jumping in the waves closeby, and enjoyed the incredible views.
Where was Pat? I truly can't remember, but I think he may have been laying low that day! No doubt he was scurrying behind doing laundry and dishes as he does. He was also on a roll that week to make the reservations and arrangements for Aaron and Jolyn's visit in September.
I enjoyed the beautiful dinners our company made for us, chomped homemade cookies they baked, and appreciated the fridge being magically stocked with milk, juices, yogurts and fabulous salad fixings. How did the cars get filled with gas when I wasn't looking?? Thank you to the many elves . . .
Monday meant off to work for me, but the guests could still play: the girls came to school to visit and meet the kids/staff, and Momsens played in Coffs visiting their friends and learning to surf. It's a lot harder than it looks. Well, Pat made it look easy in January in the backyard pool. But, hey.
Work, schmurk! Oh, right! That's why we're here!!
Ross went south with the Momsens and Gamacks to hike at South West Rocks. They picniced, romped with the many many roos, watched dolphins truly playing and jumping in the waves closeby, and enjoyed the incredible views.
Where was Pat? I truly can't remember, but I think he may have been laying low that day! No doubt he was scurrying behind doing laundry and dishes as he does. He was also on a roll that week to make the reservations and arrangements for Aaron and Jolyn's visit in September.
I enjoyed the beautiful dinners our company made for us, chomped homemade cookies they baked, and appreciated the fridge being magically stocked with milk, juices, yogurts and fabulous salad fixings. How did the cars get filled with gas when I wasn't looking?? Thank you to the many elves . . .
Monday meant off to work for me, but the guests could still play: the girls came to school to visit and meet the kids/staff, and Momsens played in Coffs visiting their friends and learning to surf. It's a lot harder than it looks. Well, Pat made it look easy in January in the backyard pool. But, hey.
Work, schmurk! Oh, right! That's why we're here!!
Toldja!
From here, I think (!), Jacki and Karen left for Cairns and the Great Barrier Reef. The boys came to basketball with Ross and went to school to see high school Aussie Style. I love their imitation of the girls' accents!
Ellen and Pat arrived midweek and, yes, got to see roos right away. The last time we saw them was in the drizzle and dark in Corvallis in December! How great to get together in Australia! Incidentally, speaking of which, each of our American visitors has been surprised to have the sun going down at 5 or 5:30 p.m. here. Well, it is winter! They've just come from full summer in Oregon where the sun is up until 10!
We didn't waste time, of course. They came and visited my school to see how great their idea way back really was! They called friends from their Ireland exchange 18 years ago who live just 20 minutes from us, and were invited for dinner. Bronwyn and Charlie welcomed us with Paul and Diana to their beautiful home that she designed. We looked through old photo albums and shared many laughs and even some Oregon wine - thanks Paul - er, me!
Besides making beautiful dinners for us and catching us up on news from home, Ellen and Pat were able to visit with an old childhood friend of Ellen's from L.A. who lives, yes, 20 minutes from us here! Who knew?
We had a potluck dinner the next night to introduce them all to our incredible friends here. More food, laughs, wine, and fun. Ellen and Pat learned what we have - that the Aussies love to stay and stay and have more and stay! It's terrific!
That night the girls arrived back from their snorkeling adventures up north - this time bringing two more gorgeous Albany girls! We were nine in the house with beds full, floors full and a waiting line for the bathroom! Just what I love - it was Pinecrest 2009 all over (okay, that was 19 and one bathroom, but still great fun!).
Ellen and Pat arrived midweek and, yes, got to see roos right away. The last time we saw them was in the drizzle and dark in Corvallis in December! How great to get together in Australia! Incidentally, speaking of which, each of our American visitors has been surprised to have the sun going down at 5 or 5:30 p.m. here. Well, it is winter! They've just come from full summer in Oregon where the sun is up until 10!
We didn't waste time, of course. They came and visited my school to see how great their idea way back really was! They called friends from their Ireland exchange 18 years ago who live just 20 minutes from us, and were invited for dinner. Bronwyn and Charlie welcomed us with Paul and Diana to their beautiful home that she designed. We looked through old photo albums and shared many laughs and even some Oregon wine - thanks Paul - er, me!
Besides making beautiful dinners for us and catching us up on news from home, Ellen and Pat were able to visit with an old childhood friend of Ellen's from L.A. who lives, yes, 20 minutes from us here! Who knew?
We had a potluck dinner the next night to introduce them all to our incredible friends here. More food, laughs, wine, and fun. Ellen and Pat learned what we have - that the Aussies love to stay and stay and have more and stay! It's terrific!
That night the girls arrived back from their snorkeling adventures up north - this time bringing two more gorgeous Albany girls! We were nine in the house with beds full, floors full and a waiting line for the bathroom! Just what I love - it was Pinecrest 2009 all over (okay, that was 19 and one bathroom, but still great fun!).
Don't Try, I Gave Up
From here it gets a little mixed up. That is, people came, went, brought things, laughed, played, read, hiked, ate, baked, sang, taught, swam, cooked, walked, shopped, gazed, and marveled at the many wonderful things and people here in Urunga and our beautiful coastline.
Owen and Liam, Ross' friends (brothers) from Corvallis arrived to our house by Thursday evening. They'd flown in with their folks, Ellen and Pat, to Sydney. You might remember it's Ellen and Pat who introduced us to Paul and Diana who got us here to Australia that lived in the house that Jack built.
So the boys came up to play with Ross while Mom and Dad reunioned with other exchange teacher friends from 18 years ago in Ireland! That meant teens coming and going as they were introduced to Ross' new friends and getting together to hang out Aussie style.
Pat took the boys fishing in the tinney one day while Ross took tests at school. You should have seen the size of the fish they caught!! Much less the one that got away! Well, those are fish stories that only they can tell. It wouldn't be fair of me to take away their thunder. At least, that's what they told me. I never actually saw the biggest ones . . .
We took the boogie boards to the beach one day, picking up two friends and one dog on the way. The surprise for the outing was the dead 8 foot Great White that had washed up on the beach about one kilometre down. Wow. We marveled at it while Pat described the various characterizations of a dead body. Yuck. The boys then did an elaborate photo shoot (almost morbidly so!!) and had a ball playing with poor dead "Phil." At least it was too big to put in someone's pocket and bring home . . .
One of the many joys of having visitors is bringing them to see the kangaroos that live in the park 5 minutes from the house. It's also very fun to hear their reactions to the many new things, new accents, new phrases, and "new and different" life style.
Popping the boot to put in the boards, pahking the cah in the cah pahk, using tomato sauce on the snag and listening to great 80's songs - again! Hanging out in the sun and living the easy life is the best.
Owen and Liam, Ross' friends (brothers) from Corvallis arrived to our house by Thursday evening. They'd flown in with their folks, Ellen and Pat, to Sydney. You might remember it's Ellen and Pat who introduced us to Paul and Diana who got us here to Australia that lived in the house that Jack built.
So the boys came up to play with Ross while Mom and Dad reunioned with other exchange teacher friends from 18 years ago in Ireland! That meant teens coming and going as they were introduced to Ross' new friends and getting together to hang out Aussie style.
Pat took the boys fishing in the tinney one day while Ross took tests at school. You should have seen the size of the fish they caught!! Much less the one that got away! Well, those are fish stories that only they can tell. It wouldn't be fair of me to take away their thunder. At least, that's what they told me. I never actually saw the biggest ones . . .
We took the boogie boards to the beach one day, picking up two friends and one dog on the way. The surprise for the outing was the dead 8 foot Great White that had washed up on the beach about one kilometre down. Wow. We marveled at it while Pat described the various characterizations of a dead body. Yuck. The boys then did an elaborate photo shoot (almost morbidly so!!) and had a ball playing with poor dead "Phil." At least it was too big to put in someone's pocket and bring home . . .
One of the many joys of having visitors is bringing them to see the kangaroos that live in the park 5 minutes from the house. It's also very fun to hear their reactions to the many new things, new accents, new phrases, and "new and different" life style.
Popping the boot to put in the boards, pahking the cah in the cah pahk, using tomato sauce on the snag and listening to great 80's songs - again! Hanging out in the sun and living the easy life is the best.
First came The Girls
In the last week of July, Jacki and Karen, two teachers and friends from Liberty arrived to Urunga! They came to school with me on Monday and Tuesday and were put right to work with reading and math groups! It was glorious to have two certified teachers right there in the room to do everything!!
So they burned out real quickly on that, and took off for sight seeing in the area! Pat took them to the rain forest and the beaches nearby. The Urunga and Macksville ladies came "for a wine" one night, and we opened a champagne bottle for Maureen! We scoped out the karaoke bar in Coffs and discovered Aussie KJ hilarity! Pat loved his version of Snoopy and the Red Baron. We loved how he handed singers props for their song, or just cut off the music if he felt it "wasn't for them."
It was wonderful, wonderful, wonderful to see the girls from home! I hadn't let myself get homesick, but I think this did it! I'm so lucky to work with such amazing women. And more were still coming!
So they burned out real quickly on that, and took off for sight seeing in the area! Pat took them to the rain forest and the beaches nearby. The Urunga and Macksville ladies came "for a wine" one night, and we opened a champagne bottle for Maureen! We scoped out the karaoke bar in Coffs and discovered Aussie KJ hilarity! Pat loved his version of Snoopy and the Red Baron. We loved how he handed singers props for their song, or just cut off the music if he felt it "wasn't for them."
It was wonderful, wonderful, wonderful to see the girls from home! I hadn't let myself get homesick, but I think this did it! I'm so lucky to work with such amazing women. And more were still coming!
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Whew
The house has been full of wonderful Americans for a month! We promise we'll update you as soon as we wake up.
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Happy Birthday to Us!
How do you wrap a blender or cologne and call it a birthday present these days??
So, we took a sailing trip for our birthdays! I would like to tell you that after three days and three nights on a two-masted sailing ship that I'm hooked on sailing. Since I didn't sail at all I feel I should say that I'm hooked on sitting on a sailing ship while it sails through the ocean! That is accurate.
If you can call living with 36 strangers in very tight quarters aboard a diving/snorkel yacht a second honeymoon, then that's what it was! We met lovely people from Canada, France, India, and the UK. We were the only Americans and the only Aussies were the crew. The food was substantial, the weather was perfect, the sleeping quarters were romantically small, and the nightlife consisted of quiet card games and moon gazing from the deck. (see what happens when you remove Aussies from the picture?!!)
We started out from Airlie Beach and sailed out to the Whitsunday islands. We saw a huge goanna on White Haven Beach, our first stop. It's famous for it's perfect white sand. So true. From there we went further out to the Great Barrier Reef and snorkeled for the day (read no land in sight . . .). We found Nemo, Crush, all their friends, and the beautiful corals. One day the crew fed the fish as we snorkeled and suddenly we were surrounded by many many fish all darting around inbetween us! It's hard to laugh and squeal through a snorkel! Pat and I got some bread and fed them from our hands, too. So amazing.
We watched the sun rise in the morning and saw the whales playing in the distance. Truly playing. They breeched time and time again, waved their fins, lolled and rolled in the water.
We celebrated with Baskin Robbins ice cream back on land for our birthday treat!
So, we took a sailing trip for our birthdays! I would like to tell you that after three days and three nights on a two-masted sailing ship that I'm hooked on sailing. Since I didn't sail at all I feel I should say that I'm hooked on sitting on a sailing ship while it sails through the ocean! That is accurate.
If you can call living with 36 strangers in very tight quarters aboard a diving/snorkel yacht a second honeymoon, then that's what it was! We met lovely people from Canada, France, India, and the UK. We were the only Americans and the only Aussies were the crew. The food was substantial, the weather was perfect, the sleeping quarters were romantically small, and the nightlife consisted of quiet card games and moon gazing from the deck. (see what happens when you remove Aussies from the picture?!!)
We started out from Airlie Beach and sailed out to the Whitsunday islands. We saw a huge goanna on White Haven Beach, our first stop. It's famous for it's perfect white sand. So true. From there we went further out to the Great Barrier Reef and snorkeled for the day (read no land in sight . . .). We found Nemo, Crush, all their friends, and the beautiful corals. One day the crew fed the fish as we snorkeled and suddenly we were surrounded by many many fish all darting around inbetween us! It's hard to laugh and squeal through a snorkel! Pat and I got some bread and fed them from our hands, too. So amazing.
We watched the sun rise in the morning and saw the whales playing in the distance. Truly playing. They breeched time and time again, waved their fins, lolled and rolled in the water.
We celebrated with Baskin Robbins ice cream back on land for our birthday treat!
Sunday, July 25, 2010
One more hike and off to Whitsunday islands!
Our last day in Adelaide was spent on yet another beautiful hike. We ventured into a national park closeby and hiked out to Devil's Nose. The views were gorgeous, and the trees are some of my favorites. They look like Dr. Seuss characters! We were finally "walked out!" Monday we spent travelling to Airlie Beach, at the Whitsunday Islands, and celebrating Pat's birthday (at Baskin Robbins - woo hoo!).
Airlie Beach is at the southern part of the Great Barrier Reef. It is a sleepy beach town that comes alive in the evening if bar-hopping is your gig. If not, good luck getting a good night's rest! The town has a public "lagoon," a swimming pool set to resemble a beach, with sand, gradual slope, and rocks along the sides. It's the perfect place to sun, read, or picnic. We did all of that!
Airlie Beach is at the southern part of the Great Barrier Reef. It is a sleepy beach town that comes alive in the evening if bar-hopping is your gig. If not, good luck getting a good night's rest! The town has a public "lagoon," a swimming pool set to resemble a beach, with sand, gradual slope, and rocks along the sides. It's the perfect place to sun, read, or picnic. We did all of that!
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Day 5: City Center and more Fun Australians!
Today we visited with Diana's sister and family at their beautiful historic home in the downtown area of Adelaide. Pam showed us the city highlights by car, and then we toured the Cultural Museum to see the Aboriginal exhibit and the Australian rocks and minerals. We braved the chilling wind to walk home along the river past the university. Once back near Pam's I spotted another, yes, swinging bridge. Luckily we didn't need to cross it. Whew! But guess who needed to cross it and even jog across it while it bounced up and down and my hands sweated and sweated? Yes, Patrick. Well then I needed to just cross it, too. So there!
We had an amazing Aussie barbeque with Diana's family. Pat loved their malamute, Max. I loved their bitsy lap dog named Coconut, when he's at home and "Bruce," when he's at the construction worksite with Dad! We love the sense of humor Australians have, and we enjoy every one of these great evenings!
We had an amazing Aussie barbeque with Diana's family. Pat loved their malamute, Max. I loved their bitsy lap dog named Coconut, when he's at home and "Bruce," when he's at the construction worksite with Dad! We love the sense of humor Australians have, and we enjoy every one of these great evenings!
Day 4: Off to Hahndorf
This is a charming village near Adelaide that celebrates its original German settlers' heritage. The buildings are quaint and the pubs are the real deal (they all are, but these really are!). We were told not to miss the leather shop. Good thing someone told us, or we would have missed the leather shop. Well, we would have noticed Crocodile Dundee out front line dancing (see photo), but we would have walked right on by the shop. It was definitely the real deal. It was one of these places that you have to go slowly and read all the little notes and sayings posted on the raw rafters low overhead. Belts, vests, coats, hats, knife sheaths, tee shirts, paper money from every country imaginable, indescribable containers for things I'm sure I don't even know about, tumbler cozies, more belts, wallets, purses, on and on and on. Oh, and out in the back, just dirt floor with a rabbits pen along the back where the roof line comes down and meets the ground. Didn't purchase anything there, but enjoyed the adventure!
We ended the afternoon out with German pastries and coffee. We didn't have tools to set down at four for "Foursies," but we did put our forks down and hit the road back to the neighborhood!
We learned that "Foursies" turns into "eleven-sies" in this neighborhood! Australians know how to enjoy their cocktail hour, let's just say that much. We met up with Bruce and Drew again, thanking them for rescuing the rotting food, water system, and stovetop. It was nothing, they said. "We're neighbors!" We met their wives and the other couples nearby. They all built their houses up on this hill 30 - 35 years ago, have raised their kids together, and now are able to visit and help each other more since retirement and empty nesting. It is a lovely group of people, very generous, very genuine, and very hilarious.
Soon pizza arrived at the door, so the evening continued on. Chris pulled Diana and myself aside to show us her quilting projects. Bruce pulled Pat aside and took him to the garage to show him his pride and joy: a red 1968 Mustang with a left side steering wheel! He let Pat sit in it, which apparently some of the other guys have never been allowed to do! Lastly, Bruce heard that we needed to leave the house for our 6 a.m. flight Monday at 4:30 a.m. and insisted that he be the one to take us. Wow.
We ended the afternoon out with German pastries and coffee. We didn't have tools to set down at four for "Foursies," but we did put our forks down and hit the road back to the neighborhood!
We learned that "Foursies" turns into "eleven-sies" in this neighborhood! Australians know how to enjoy their cocktail hour, let's just say that much. We met up with Bruce and Drew again, thanking them for rescuing the rotting food, water system, and stovetop. It was nothing, they said. "We're neighbors!" We met their wives and the other couples nearby. They all built their houses up on this hill 30 - 35 years ago, have raised their kids together, and now are able to visit and help each other more since retirement and empty nesting. It is a lovely group of people, very generous, very genuine, and very hilarious.
Soon pizza arrived at the door, so the evening continued on. Chris pulled Diana and myself aside to show us her quilting projects. Bruce pulled Pat aside and took him to the garage to show him his pride and joy: a red 1968 Mustang with a left side steering wheel! He let Pat sit in it, which apparently some of the other guys have never been allowed to do! Lastly, Bruce heard that we needed to leave the house for our 6 a.m. flight Monday at 4:30 a.m. and insisted that he be the one to take us. Wow.
Day 3: Glenelg and Barossa Valley
We spent our next day touring out to the ocean of South Australia. We walked the pier at a popular beach location, Glenelg on Gulf St. Vincent. Then we drove east to the wine country to visit one winery, just to say we had! Actually, it was a good excuse to a) see a place someone had recommended, b) taste some wine at 11:00 a.m., c) have a walk through vineyards, and d) sit in a picturesque setting to have our picnic lunch! No sale, though. You could say we did "a runner."
Moving on, we drove to a national park and did a beautiful walk up into the pasture lands. We had vistas out over the vineyards and walked past old, old farm buildings. We saw roos along the way, but not one wombat.
Moving on, we drove to a national park and did a beautiful walk up into the pasture lands. We had vistas out over the vineyards and walked past old, old farm buildings. We saw roos along the way, but not one wombat.
Sunday, July 18, 2010
What We Did on Our Winter Vacation
We are glowing in the memories of our past two weeks. We have had such a great vacation time. We started on the train from Urunga and made a big, big loop to Port Macquarie, Adelaide, Airlie Beach, Great Barrier Reef, Brisbane, and back by train into Urunga. Thanks to P.Mollahan Travel Agent, we traveled not only by train, but also by plane, car, foot, sailing ship, and fins. All was perfect, even with no water for a time, a wind storm, a late flight, and high seas. Get out your map!
We traveled to Adelaide with Paul and Diana to a home-exchange. We were met at the airport by the neighbor, Bruce, who drove us the hour up to the Adelaide Hills, to One Tree Hill. The home was in the pasture lands, on 10 acres, and had been left to us while the owners were traveling in Europe and the states. It is a lovely place with a wrap-around veranda, big windows looking out, and a non-working fridge and fully-stocked freezer and chest freezer. Oops. We were able to turn on the heat (pretty cold in Adelaide in the winter - low 40's), but not the water or the gas for the stove. Hmmm. A few phonecalls to Bruce later, we did without flushing or our stir fry, and opted for sticking to our separate bathrooms and cold cereal for dinner! We just laughed. After all, we've heard of teaching exchange stories where the families lived like this for the entire year, and this was just 24 hours worth of inconvenience!
After more cold cereal for breakfast, we started out to see penguins (my only request!), and Bruce and the neighborhood team 'o guys arrived to clean out the 10 rubbermaids worth of rotten freezer food and dodgy fridge condiments. They also repaired the water pump, replaced the leaky gas canister, and invited us for "Foursies" Friday at, yup, 4:00. "Tools down at 4:00," smiled Drew as he waved goodbye while we drove away in the borrowed Mazda 2, scarves and jackets on, penquin-bound!
We drove to Granite Island, south of Adelaide, where we would find penguins. These are the Little Penguins, or Fairie Penguins, who swim and feed in the ocean, and then come ashore to tend to their nest and/or babies for the night. We watched them feeding in the rehabilitation center. We hiked the rocky hills of the island for the afternoon, and then at night we went with a group to see others come ashore. Sure enough, these little guys were hiding in the rocks, waiting for us to move away so they could continue on their path to their nest in the hills. We also watched possoms (not the same ones we have at home) scamper about on the rocks. By shining a special "torch," flashlight into the nests, we could see the babies playing and waiting for mum and/or dad. So cute.
We ended the cold but great day with dinner at a pub on the way back. A fire burned in a huge fireplace, and their baked vegie casserole was to die for! Sure enough, we returned "home" to a sweet-smelling fridge, a working stove top, and fully-flushing toilets! All was very good.
We traveled to Adelaide with Paul and Diana to a home-exchange. We were met at the airport by the neighbor, Bruce, who drove us the hour up to the Adelaide Hills, to One Tree Hill. The home was in the pasture lands, on 10 acres, and had been left to us while the owners were traveling in Europe and the states. It is a lovely place with a wrap-around veranda, big windows looking out, and a non-working fridge and fully-stocked freezer and chest freezer. Oops. We were able to turn on the heat (pretty cold in Adelaide in the winter - low 40's), but not the water or the gas for the stove. Hmmm. A few phonecalls to Bruce later, we did without flushing or our stir fry, and opted for sticking to our separate bathrooms and cold cereal for dinner! We just laughed. After all, we've heard of teaching exchange stories where the families lived like this for the entire year, and this was just 24 hours worth of inconvenience!
After more cold cereal for breakfast, we started out to see penguins (my only request!), and Bruce and the neighborhood team 'o guys arrived to clean out the 10 rubbermaids worth of rotten freezer food and dodgy fridge condiments. They also repaired the water pump, replaced the leaky gas canister, and invited us for "Foursies" Friday at, yup, 4:00. "Tools down at 4:00," smiled Drew as he waved goodbye while we drove away in the borrowed Mazda 2, scarves and jackets on, penquin-bound!
We drove to Granite Island, south of Adelaide, where we would find penguins. These are the Little Penguins, or Fairie Penguins, who swim and feed in the ocean, and then come ashore to tend to their nest and/or babies for the night. We watched them feeding in the rehabilitation center. We hiked the rocky hills of the island for the afternoon, and then at night we went with a group to see others come ashore. Sure enough, these little guys were hiding in the rocks, waiting for us to move away so they could continue on their path to their nest in the hills. We also watched possoms (not the same ones we have at home) scamper about on the rocks. By shining a special "torch," flashlight into the nests, we could see the babies playing and waiting for mum and/or dad. So cute.
We ended the cold but great day with dinner at a pub on the way back. A fire burned in a huge fireplace, and their baked vegie casserole was to die for! Sure enough, we returned "home" to a sweet-smelling fridge, a working stove top, and fully-flushing toilets! All was very good.
These people are hilarious.
Tonight on 60 Minutes the Australian Prime Minister, Julia Guillard was being interviewed. It's an election year here, so the topics are hot in the media right now. Here, like at home, they like to ding the opposition.
So, the interviewer mentioned how Tony Abbot is very athletic. His point perhaps was, can someone so into fitness really be a serious politician?
He began the question by saying how Tony Abbot is usually seen in athletic wear, that is, "running shoes, lycra, tennis shorts, a budgie smuggler . . . " Ha!
So, the interviewer mentioned how Tony Abbot is very athletic. His point perhaps was, can someone so into fitness really be a serious politician?
He began the question by saying how Tony Abbot is usually seen in athletic wear, that is, "running shoes, lycra, tennis shorts, a budgie smuggler . . . " Ha!
Friday, July 9, 2010
Happy 4th of July!
I celebrated the holiday with my school in grand style! It started with a little idea a year ago that maybe I could bring some patriotic wristbands and give them out to the whole school. It ballooned into an entire day of costumes, lemonade stands, hot dogs, cheerleading, line dancing, and even the YMCA! The children were dressed in everything from the Statue of Liberty, Paris Hilton, Scooby Doo, Men in Black, Minnie Mouse, cowgirls, cowboys, and even Uncle Spiderman Sam!
A teacher on staff spent her senior year in high school in Maryland, so she came dressed in her cheerleading outfit and letterman jacket. She lead us in the Pledge to the Oriental Trading flag I'd brought, and we raised it and stood while the National Anthem played. Marilyn came with me for the day and was a trooper helping hang banners, slicing 400 hot dog buns (no, they do not come pre-sliced), taking photos, and standing by my side for the Anthem. My costume was simply an American Flag tee shirt, but I think bringing a real American with me for the day counted for something!
The children had a ball and it was a great international team effort all the way around. Even the tee shirts and prizes for best costumes and best cheers were bought in Corvallis, brought to Maureen, sent over the hill to Marilyn, then carried by Marilyn to the southern hemisphere for the event! Thank you Team Albany/Corvallis!!
We ended with a potluck staff lunch, which they all thought was very funny, since they'd never heard the word 'potluck.' I told them, today they had to talk my way; the other 364 days of this year I'd try to talk their way!! Bugger it!
It was a perfect way to end a term before leaving on our two-week holiday. We'd finished report cards and parent-teacher conferences, so we were truly ready to have a party.
Now Pat, Ross and I are truly ready to have a holiday! Ross has flown home to Corvallis for two weeks, and Pat and I are sightseeing in Adelaide for the first week.
A teacher on staff spent her senior year in high school in Maryland, so she came dressed in her cheerleading outfit and letterman jacket. She lead us in the Pledge to the Oriental Trading flag I'd brought, and we raised it and stood while the National Anthem played. Marilyn came with me for the day and was a trooper helping hang banners, slicing 400 hot dog buns (no, they do not come pre-sliced), taking photos, and standing by my side for the Anthem. My costume was simply an American Flag tee shirt, but I think bringing a real American with me for the day counted for something!
The children had a ball and it was a great international team effort all the way around. Even the tee shirts and prizes for best costumes and best cheers were bought in Corvallis, brought to Maureen, sent over the hill to Marilyn, then carried by Marilyn to the southern hemisphere for the event! Thank you Team Albany/Corvallis!!
We ended with a potluck staff lunch, which they all thought was very funny, since they'd never heard the word 'potluck.' I told them, today they had to talk my way; the other 364 days of this year I'd try to talk their way!! Bugger it!
It was a perfect way to end a term before leaving on our two-week holiday. We'd finished report cards and parent-teacher conferences, so we were truly ready to have a party.
Now Pat, Ross and I are truly ready to have a holiday! Ross has flown home to Corvallis for two weeks, and Pat and I are sightseeing in Adelaide for the first week.
Saturday, July 3, 2010
How's the fishing, Pat?
I talked to Pat after the first day of the fishing trip to Yamba.
"Hi! Did you have any luck?"
"Yeah!" he says.
"Great! What'd you catch?"
"Oh, we didn't go fishing!" Oh. I guess I don't understand the term, 'fishing trip!' That's fine. I don't expect him to understand 'girls' weekend!'
"Hi! Did you have any luck?"
"Yeah!" he says.
"Great! What'd you catch?"
"Oh, we didn't go fishing!" Oh. I guess I don't understand the term, 'fishing trip!' That's fine. I don't expect him to understand 'girls' weekend!'
Marilyn and Jamie Visit!
They arrived by train within hours of each other, and it was great to fill the house back up! We met their train at 8 p.m., and then went back to get Ross on the midnight train. The next morning we enjoyed coffee and "rego" faxing before packing up for the next adventures: a basketball tournie in Port MacQuarie (2 hours south) for us and a week-long fishing trip with the Guys (Paul, et al) in Yamba (2 hours north) for Pat.
"Rego" is Aussie for registration. Yes, Graeme helped us register right then and there for Jamie to play with Ross' team for the weekend. They grabbed him a jersey and pair of shorts, asked if he was "any good," and he was in! We took Ross' buddy, Jack, who Jamie had met in the corridor in Sydney last week, and we were off! Just like old times, Marilyn and I taking "the boys" off to the next sports game, cooler in the back, walking shoes on, and water bottles for all.
"Team USA" was quite a hit, with Jamie getting right back into the basketball groove, and Ross hamming it up in style. Marilyn and I cheered from the sidelines like we always have, and marveled at how we never thought we'd be sharing this in Australia! They played three games over the weekend, winning 2 out of 3. Marilyn and I were able help fix burgers and fixings for the two teams back at the motel, and then enjoyed relaxing with the parents for the evening. What a great way to get to know a different culture! We were able to take a beautiful walk the next day along the headlands at the ocean before the last game.
We visited the Koala hospital before leaving Port for home. One can walk around the grounds, whether it's open or not, and see koalas rehabilitating in their "pens." Their "pens" are natural trees where they climb up and sleep above as they get better. Sooo cute. Right above one of the koala's areas was a fabulous kookaburra on a branch. Perfect for our American visitors!
"Rego" is Aussie for registration. Yes, Graeme helped us register right then and there for Jamie to play with Ross' team for the weekend. They grabbed him a jersey and pair of shorts, asked if he was "any good," and he was in! We took Ross' buddy, Jack, who Jamie had met in the corridor in Sydney last week, and we were off! Just like old times, Marilyn and I taking "the boys" off to the next sports game, cooler in the back, walking shoes on, and water bottles for all.
"Team USA" was quite a hit, with Jamie getting right back into the basketball groove, and Ross hamming it up in style. Marilyn and I cheered from the sidelines like we always have, and marveled at how we never thought we'd be sharing this in Australia! They played three games over the weekend, winning 2 out of 3. Marilyn and I were able help fix burgers and fixings for the two teams back at the motel, and then enjoyed relaxing with the parents for the evening. What a great way to get to know a different culture! We were able to take a beautiful walk the next day along the headlands at the ocean before the last game.
We visited the Koala hospital before leaving Port for home. One can walk around the grounds, whether it's open or not, and see koalas rehabilitating in their "pens." Their "pens" are natural trees where they climb up and sleep above as they get better. Sooo cute. Right above one of the koala's areas was a fabulous kookaburra on a branch. Perfect for our American visitors!
The Quiet Before the Storm
The early month of June was mostly quiet. I went to Sydney the first weekend for a Teachers' Federation meeting. I'm not the political type by any means, but the school districts here face the same dilemma with State Testing that we do in the U.S. So after listening to the staff room conversations and reading the newspaper, my curiosity was peaked. I was invited to attend the meeting to hear what the current issues are that teachers here are facing. Besides a very interesting meeting (I know, that sounds like an oxymoron), I met some more great people who showed me around the city. I learned that teachers in New South Wales are passionate about their profession and their students, just like us, and they like to have a good time, just like us. Karaoke anyone?
We caught up on housework after our busy May, I wrote report cards for mid term, Pat caught his fabulous enormous fish, and Ross kept up with basketball and friends.
Ross went on a 5 day trip with his Society and Culture class to Sydney mid month. They visited a mosque, a synagogue, markets, and more for 5 or 6 different cultures represented. I'm sure it was nothing but wholesome and educational.
At that same time, Marilyn and Jamie arrived from Corvallis - and they were happily surprised at their youth hostel by the arrival of Ross and his Society and Culture classmates! Having stepped off the plane hours before, Marilyn met these tall handsome boys in the corridor, all speaking in beautiful Australian accents and Ross, of course, giving her a big hug. Surreal. They overlapped in Sydney for two days before all coming up to Urunga on the train.
Let the visitors begin!
We caught up on housework after our busy May, I wrote report cards for mid term, Pat caught his fabulous enormous fish, and Ross kept up with basketball and friends.
Ross went on a 5 day trip with his Society and Culture class to Sydney mid month. They visited a mosque, a synagogue, markets, and more for 5 or 6 different cultures represented. I'm sure it was nothing but wholesome and educational.
At that same time, Marilyn and Jamie arrived from Corvallis - and they were happily surprised at their youth hostel by the arrival of Ross and his Society and Culture classmates! Having stepped off the plane hours before, Marilyn met these tall handsome boys in the corridor, all speaking in beautiful Australian accents and Ross, of course, giving her a big hug. Surreal. They overlapped in Sydney for two days before all coming up to Urunga on the train.
Let the visitors begin!
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
It has not escaped our attention . . .
. . . that it is officially summer vacation for Corvallis High School and Liberty Elementary. That is, all of our American friends and family have begun the season of eating watermelon, sleeping in, picking strawberries, staying up late, planning for fireworks, packing for the road trip, floating on the river, lazing at the coast, you know, summertime!! Not Ross and me. No sir. We're up every morning making our lunches before catching our rides. I'm grading papers in the evening while he writes his English essay. It's the weirdest feeling ever to write the date on my classroom whiteboard in the morning, 22 June, 2010. I've never done that before!
All griping aside, we're having an Aussie blast. For now, we'll settle down for a hot cocoa and enjoy the Winter Solstice.
Happy Summer everyone at home!
All griping aside, we're having an Aussie blast. For now, we'll settle down for a hot cocoa and enjoy the Winter Solstice.
Happy Summer everyone at home!
Ross scored a photo and INK!
This week in the Bellingen Shire Courier-Sun and Coffs Harbour Independent:
"The second game against the Coffs Harbour Suns saw the Braves somewhat overwhelmed right from the opening tip. Standout performance by Braves newcomer Ross Hernried was a feature of the Braves throughout the game, but the Suns demeanded to own the result on the day out playing the Braves to the final moments of the game."
"The second game against the Coffs Harbour Suns saw the Braves somewhat overwhelmed right from the opening tip. Standout performance by Braves newcomer Ross Hernried was a feature of the Braves throughout the game, but the Suns demeanded to own the result on the day out playing the Braves to the final moments of the game."
Monday, June 21, 2010
Congrats to Lydia!
Lydia graduated from University of San Francisco on May 21! Her ceremoney started at 9:00 a.m. in the beautiful cathedral on campus. Marc was there with my sister Emilie, and Lyd's second mom and "goddess" mother, Denise. Her dad and grandmother were there. Lydie's hairdresser, who also happens to be Pat's mom's second cousin (!), wonderful Rhonda, was also there.
I was there via mobile phone at 2:00 a.m. from inside our teeny tent in the middle of the outback at Warumbungle National Park!
Marc called me just as the procession was finishing. We had to hush when the prayers began and I just listened with the crackling connection. Then I could hear the national anthem being played on the big pipe organ. I thought of Mom. Tears were already rolling and I was so happy to "be there." After diplomas were given, I could hear the wooping as she passed down the aisle by the family. It was the next best thing. How amazing that I could share part of her day afterall?
I was there via mobile phone at 2:00 a.m. from inside our teeny tent in the middle of the outback at Warumbungle National Park!
Marc called me just as the procession was finishing. We had to hush when the prayers began and I just listened with the crackling connection. Then I could hear the national anthem being played on the big pipe organ. I thought of Mom. Tears were already rolling and I was so happy to "be there." After diplomas were given, I could hear the wooping as she passed down the aisle by the family. It was the next best thing. How amazing that I could share part of her day afterall?
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Camping at Warumbungles National Park
We took four days to travel about 8 hours inland, south and west from us, meet up with Paul and Diana again, and camp under the stars with the wildlife! We borrowed some gear, picked up the extras, and headed off. No s'mores on this trip, though. They don't sell graham crackers here, and the marshmellows looked, well, pink. I brought cookies, instead!
Our campsite was rustic - bring your own picnic table or do without, folks. We did have hot showers, with a resident koala living in the tree right above. Our tent seemed to be placed right under a kookaburra's perch on the power pole, and he called in his family three times a day right above our heads. That sounds, truly, like three howler monkeys calling out for 45 - 70 seconds at a time. Loud, raucous, laughing above us! Wonderful!
There were kangaroos all around, like we would have squirrels in the states. At night you could hear them rummaging around the campsite looking for scraps. I'd hear them bouncing by on their way through! There were emu in the surrounding meadows like we might see deer. It was unreal.
We set up camp in jeans and a sweatshirt (called a jumper here), but by sundown we were fr-eeeeeeee-zing. But freezing. We had a fire going, but we were freezing. Did I mention it was really cold? I can only remember one other time I would have tent camped so cold - at 10,000 feet, Tioga Pass above Yosemite. Am I spoiled with the motor home or what?? The days were glorious.
We hiked both days on the most beautiful hikes I've ever taken. The paths were scenic with photo opportunities at every bend. We climbed way up, we scaled rocks, we perched on incredible ledges, we looked over the valley and out to the WEST of Australia, as in, forever flat after the hill we were on! We didn't worry about snakes on the path this time around since it is fall and cold, and the snakes are either hibernating or really slow, so really a non-issue.
On our last day, on our last bit of trail, with Ross having jogged, by himself, the last part back to the "car park," we spotted a huge red bellied black snake curled up next to the path. Yes, very dangerous, but very shy. Yes, very scared! As he shimmied off into his little hole under the rock, he appeared probably 4 feet long. Plenty. This was my first real spotting of these guys, as you may have read awhile back, and it was good for me to see my Aussie friends so calm and observant, but very careful. They tickled him to nudge him off the trail while I watched in frozen terror back behind. It wasn't so bad afterall. Will I be that calm if it happens again? Not sure.
As we drove out the last day we stopped by the Observatory. This is where the telescopes for research are housed and it all happens- the largest observatory in the southern hemisphere! Seeing the enormous telescopes close up was awesome.
This was the most outback we've been so far (or at least that I've been - Pat and Tim had more outback earlier!), and certainly the most wildlife we'd lived with close up. It was a fantastic weekend. I'd go back in a heartbeat, but like so many things about this year, I feel I probably will never see that park again. Isn't that weird? But it's a beautiful memory.
Our campsite was rustic - bring your own picnic table or do without, folks. We did have hot showers, with a resident koala living in the tree right above. Our tent seemed to be placed right under a kookaburra's perch on the power pole, and he called in his family three times a day right above our heads. That sounds, truly, like three howler monkeys calling out for 45 - 70 seconds at a time. Loud, raucous, laughing above us! Wonderful!
There were kangaroos all around, like we would have squirrels in the states. At night you could hear them rummaging around the campsite looking for scraps. I'd hear them bouncing by on their way through! There were emu in the surrounding meadows like we might see deer. It was unreal.
We set up camp in jeans and a sweatshirt (called a jumper here), but by sundown we were fr-eeeeeeee-zing. But freezing. We had a fire going, but we were freezing. Did I mention it was really cold? I can only remember one other time I would have tent camped so cold - at 10,000 feet, Tioga Pass above Yosemite. Am I spoiled with the motor home or what?? The days were glorious.
We hiked both days on the most beautiful hikes I've ever taken. The paths were scenic with photo opportunities at every bend. We climbed way up, we scaled rocks, we perched on incredible ledges, we looked over the valley and out to the WEST of Australia, as in, forever flat after the hill we were on! We didn't worry about snakes on the path this time around since it is fall and cold, and the snakes are either hibernating or really slow, so really a non-issue.
On our last day, on our last bit of trail, with Ross having jogged, by himself, the last part back to the "car park," we spotted a huge red bellied black snake curled up next to the path. Yes, very dangerous, but very shy. Yes, very scared! As he shimmied off into his little hole under the rock, he appeared probably 4 feet long. Plenty. This was my first real spotting of these guys, as you may have read awhile back, and it was good for me to see my Aussie friends so calm and observant, but very careful. They tickled him to nudge him off the trail while I watched in frozen terror back behind. It wasn't so bad afterall. Will I be that calm if it happens again? Not sure.
As we drove out the last day we stopped by the Observatory. This is where the telescopes for research are housed and it all happens- the largest observatory in the southern hemisphere! Seeing the enormous telescopes close up was awesome.
This was the most outback we've been so far (or at least that I've been - Pat and Tim had more outback earlier!), and certainly the most wildlife we'd lived with close up. It was a fantastic weekend. I'd go back in a heartbeat, but like so many things about this year, I feel I probably will never see that park again. Isn't that weird? But it's a beautiful memory.
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Cinco de Mayo
"What's THAT?" my carpooling partners said. I was mentioning that today is my dad's birthday, and that means it's also Cinco de Mayo. "Well, it's a holiday in Mexico that Americans go crazy over because it's a great excuse to eat nachos and drink Margaritas." "Oooh. Let's celebrate that!" they both chimed. "We could do it next week when Neil is home!" I didn't really know how to tell them it wasn't something one celebrates any other day than the 5th of May, since it's called The Fifth of May and all. "So what do we do?" I explained how we could have a lot of nachos and I could make fajitas. If someone had a blender we could have Margaritas (although I've never seen anyone drink anything besides beer, wine, beer, maybe a rum and coke and more beer). "Oooh. Sounds great!!" Sure enough, we had great salt-rimmed drinks, plenty of chili and tortillas, and limes to squeeze over everything. Over dinner someone asked how to spell Cinco de Mayo and what it meant. When I told them, they all looked at each other. "But todays the 15th!" No worries, mate.
Friday, May 28, 2010
Family Comes to Visit!
Welcome to Australia Barbara and Natalie!! Pat's mom from Corvallis and our niece from Portland came to stay for a week after touring central Australia and the Great Barrier Reef. Finally, people who speak like us! It was great to see them, hear family news, and share some of our experiences here with them.
Pat met them in Sydney when they first arrived and they were able to tour the Blue Mountains outside the city for a day. His pictures tell the story of their first encounters with the local wildlife!
From there he came back and they flew up to Alice Springs to see Ulluru, or The Rock. Natalie says she could move there tomorrow and live forever. They stayed in Youth Hostels and day tripped as much as they could in the short time they were there. They learned what we're learning - that there is way more to see than anyone has time for! And this country is spread OUT. Could you ever plan to see all of the U.S. in 3 weeks? Or even a year? But we're all trying to do this with Australia, even though it's the same size. So, we've learned to scale back and prioritize and we're trying to help our friends and family do the same. It's hard to do!!
Once in Cairns on the Reef, they toured on boats for some snorkeling and sea turtle viewing. How cool is that??
We met them at the train station and brought them back to humble little Urunga. They tried the surf one day, came to Macksville to meet the kids one day, and visited the local rainforest and fossiking region, too. We ended with a Mother's Day dinner at the pub (where else do you think we would have taken them??) for fish and chips and more chips. Also that night was a huge rugby game, so we watched for awhile on the big screen before coming home. Ouch, is all I can say. That game, and especially on a large screen, is just painful! But "very Australian."
They are our second visitors from home, and the second folks to say, "We'll be back!"
Pat met them in Sydney when they first arrived and they were able to tour the Blue Mountains outside the city for a day. His pictures tell the story of their first encounters with the local wildlife!
From there he came back and they flew up to Alice Springs to see Ulluru, or The Rock. Natalie says she could move there tomorrow and live forever. They stayed in Youth Hostels and day tripped as much as they could in the short time they were there. They learned what we're learning - that there is way more to see than anyone has time for! And this country is spread OUT. Could you ever plan to see all of the U.S. in 3 weeks? Or even a year? But we're all trying to do this with Australia, even though it's the same size. So, we've learned to scale back and prioritize and we're trying to help our friends and family do the same. It's hard to do!!
Once in Cairns on the Reef, they toured on boats for some snorkeling and sea turtle viewing. How cool is that??
We met them at the train station and brought them back to humble little Urunga. They tried the surf one day, came to Macksville to meet the kids one day, and visited the local rainforest and fossiking region, too. We ended with a Mother's Day dinner at the pub (where else do you think we would have taken them??) for fish and chips and more chips. Also that night was a huge rugby game, so we watched for awhile on the big screen before coming home. Ouch, is all I can say. That game, and especially on a large screen, is just painful! But "very Australian."
They are our second visitors from home, and the second folks to say, "We'll be back!"
Picture this:
I love moments like this, when I'm doing something like I might do in Oregon, but the scene is so Australian! Duh, right? But it's just so much fun. I'll share the one that happened yesterday.
It's a colleague's birthday, so we'll all go for a coffee or glass of wine after work at the local bar. Could happen in Albany, and has, right? But here, we meet at the Star Hotel, the ancient, beautiful pub/hotel right on the river in Macksville, population 20,000, working-class town.
We pull right up in front to park about 4:15. We walk in past 6 to 7 very Australian (as my dad would say, "It's like being pregnant; you either are or you aren't; you're never 'very' pregnant.") men having their pints of beer on the veranda. They're talking nonstop with their thick, Aussie accents as we pass through. I order something from the long bar after two older men have bought their lotto ticket games from the woman bartender. A woman enters pushing her stroller the holds two kids to find someone she's meeting here. The bartender calls me "Love" and "Darlin'" as she gives me change and directs me to the water spiggett. I just smiled to myself as I walked back out through the tall doors with the brass nobs. My car pool buddies are sitting outside like it's another day, another dollar. And I feel like I'm in a movie.
It's a colleague's birthday, so we'll all go for a coffee or glass of wine after work at the local bar. Could happen in Albany, and has, right? But here, we meet at the Star Hotel, the ancient, beautiful pub/hotel right on the river in Macksville, population 20,000, working-class town.
We pull right up in front to park about 4:15. We walk in past 6 to 7 very Australian (as my dad would say, "It's like being pregnant; you either are or you aren't; you're never 'very' pregnant.") men having their pints of beer on the veranda. They're talking nonstop with their thick, Aussie accents as we pass through. I order something from the long bar after two older men have bought their lotto ticket games from the woman bartender. A woman enters pushing her stroller the holds two kids to find someone she's meeting here. The bartender calls me "Love" and "Darlin'" as she gives me change and directs me to the water spiggett. I just smiled to myself as I walked back out through the tall doors with the brass nobs. My car pool buddies are sitting outside like it's another day, another dollar. And I feel like I'm in a movie.
May Showers Bring Autumn??
One of the weirdest things about being here is that the seasons are not what we think they will be. That is, May is here, and that means spring flowers, warm weather coming, school's almost out for summer, and there is light at the end of the dark, wet, cold, Oregon winter!!
But no! The pumpkins are ripe, the oranges and mandarins are coming into season, no strawberries anywhere, leaves are falling off the trees (okay, not around here, but if you drive up to the hills . . .), and people are dressing in black sweaters!!
And school is not out for summer! Hmmm. Ross and I have seven more months to go before school's out! But we're not complaining. After our grand two weeks in April traveling in New Zealand, and another two weeks coming in July, we're not complaining. Just rethinking our seasonal clocks!
The weather is cooler. I now put on a sweater in the morning. The sun is gorgeous most days, but it's cool at night. The pool is too cold to really swim in now. But it's the perfect temperature for hiking.
Speaking of the pumpkins, they are not the same as our orange jack o lanterns at home. They are green and striped and smaller. They are used in cooking quite a bit, and it's common to have them roasted on a salad or tossed into pasta. I now make pumpkin soup every few weeks, but the guys won't touch it. I bring it for lunch and love it! I'll add a blog soon about food here. As much as we miss enchiladas (I have yet to find sauce, although, I guess I could learn to make it from scratch), we love the yogurt here and the sausages. Ahhh! More later!
But no! The pumpkins are ripe, the oranges and mandarins are coming into season, no strawberries anywhere, leaves are falling off the trees (okay, not around here, but if you drive up to the hills . . .), and people are dressing in black sweaters!!
And school is not out for summer! Hmmm. Ross and I have seven more months to go before school's out! But we're not complaining. After our grand two weeks in April traveling in New Zealand, and another two weeks coming in July, we're not complaining. Just rethinking our seasonal clocks!
The weather is cooler. I now put on a sweater in the morning. The sun is gorgeous most days, but it's cool at night. The pool is too cold to really swim in now. But it's the perfect temperature for hiking.
Speaking of the pumpkins, they are not the same as our orange jack o lanterns at home. They are green and striped and smaller. They are used in cooking quite a bit, and it's common to have them roasted on a salad or tossed into pasta. I now make pumpkin soup every few weeks, but the guys won't touch it. I bring it for lunch and love it! I'll add a blog soon about food here. As much as we miss enchiladas (I have yet to find sauce, although, I guess I could learn to make it from scratch), we love the yogurt here and the sausages. Ahhh! More later!
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Never saw no stinkin' penguins.
In line at the airport to come back to Australia, a group of American college students here on exchange for a term were in front of us talking about their past two weeks touring New Zealand. One girl was exclaiming, "Yea, so last night we watched the penguins come up out of the ocean onto the shore. They were sooo cute, and they just waddled up and came to their little nests. We all just watched and it was so great!!" Ross quietly says to me in line, "How jealous are you right now, Mom?"
Well, I will be back! In fact, we may get to see the penguins come ashore next month on the south coast here. For now I can only be jealous.
Well, I will be back! In fact, we may get to see the penguins come ashore next month on the south coast here. For now I can only be jealous.
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