tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16563577389959471562024-03-13T13:00:53.495-07:00hello worldOur year of exploring, working, and volunteering abroad.Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08845811539901834287noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1656357738995947156.post-46452876204163844762011-11-13T14:14:00.000-08:002011-11-13T14:16:15.517-08:00Giving ThanksSix months ago, I vowed to appreciate the simple things. Things like truly living each day. Eating out and visiting Starbucks sparingly, and truly appreciating the abundance of green trees, waterfalls and snowy mountains in our corner of the world. Yesterday, I had coffee with a friend who just returned from teaching English in Honduras. Chatting with her was a good reminder of what it felt like to return home from months of exploring. I was reminded of the unanticipated challenge of holding onto the many aspects of life we learned to appreciate while abroad, while simultaneously conforming back into American culture out of necessity. <br />
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Last week, I was annoyed that we accidentally bought single-ply toilet paper. I had forgotten what it was like to live for two months in a place without toilet paper or running water. I recently discovered Pinterest and wasted way too much time online, I had forgotten how valuable 15 minutes on the internet could be when you are paying by the minute. I actually had the nerve to think that there was nothing worth watching on Netflix streaming, when last year I had been so grateful to watch (and rewatch) the same episode of The Office on my tiny i-pod screen. Somewhere along the way, I'd forgotten to be grateful for the roof over my head, safe drinking water, and reliable transportation. The past year has been the most exciting, challenging, rewarding and life-changing year of my life, and I decided to take some time to reflect on some things I learned along the way. After all, what better time to remember what we are thankful for?<br />
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One morning last year when we were still finding our feet in the backpacker world, Mike and I woke up in the back of our trusty old station-wagon H.O.W.E. (Home on Wheels: Explorer) in the woods of New Zealand to the sound of rain and buzzing mosquitos, and we were both really hungry. I wasn't in the best mood because I had been up late reading a Stieg Larson novel and hadn't slept well (I don't recommend reading graphic mysteries while living in a car in an unfamiliar place). The thought of another 3 peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and a carrot to get through the day just was not all that comforting. After brainstorming a bit to come up with ways to make our meal more exciting, we realized that our little car had come equipped with a tiny gas stove and a pan, and came to the brilliant conclusion to toast our breakfast pbj. This was a game-changer, and what once sounded dull was new. These are the kind of small memories I'm trying to preserve as our life at home becomes more and more routine, and we forget about appreciating little luxuries like toasters. <br />
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Last February, while woofing in Wilderland on the Coromandal peninsula in New Zealand, we temporarily adapted to a self-sufficient vegan lifestyle. This was easier for me than it was for Mike. Twice I caught him red-handed shoveling peanut butter from a jar into his mouth to supplement his zuchinni-soup lunch. One night, we retired to our little car-home around 6 pm after a long day of harvesting potatoes, and layed in bed dreaming about the foods we missed back home. We invented a little game where we would think of a category and take turns naming our favorite food. For example, "Favorite summer-time meal?" Mine was barbecued salmon, buttered corn on the cob, and caeser salad at the cabin. Mike's was a big juicy steak with Kettle chips and a beer. While on the topic of beer, we began dreaming of micro-brews such as Boundary Bay's Cabin Fever, which pairs nicely in cold weather with a lamb-burger loaded with feta. At this point, Mike's eyes actually began to water. <br />
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"Favorite holiday food?" Turkey with mashed potatoes and gravy. Roasted lamb at 3 AM after Pascha service. And since we're dreaming: sweet potatoes, cranberries, green bean casserole, Aunt Lizzie's sweet and gooey corn bread, The Murphy's hot spiced apple cider (so hot you can hardly hold the cup), Mom's dinner rolls, Dad's prime rib topped with a dollop of horseradish, Dawn's meatloaf, Aunt Elaine's mac-n-cheese, and my old favorite, the Zeller's holiday themed jell-o jigglers. Top it all off with a handful of peanut m-n-m's from Grandma and Grandpa Deck's candy dish, some Cossin sister's fudge and caramel corn, and some Bailey's on the rocks with Tim. Woah. Needless to say, we went to sleep with mouths watering that night. I guess in some ways it is natural to adapt back into our home-culture. But this year, I'm hoping I can remember the things we learned to appreciate and harness the feeling of thankfulness we so often overlook. <br />
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On our road-trip in a hippie van through the Australian outback, we ran into a nice couple who was just finishing up a similar adventure. They smiled and offered us a bag of supplies (condiments, paper-towels, and bug-spray). A guy in a hostel in the Blue Mountains left us a few spoonfuls of peanut sauce that transformed our bag of veggies into a lavish meal. These generous donations made a significant difference in our trip. And now, I can't help but wonder how I went from being genuinely thrilled by a kind stranger's donation of an almost empty bottle of BBQ sauce to needing to have 6 different kinds of salad dressing in the fridge at all times. <br />
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In Thailand, we gained a new appreciation for the excessive selection of food we have here in the states. Don't get me wrong, Thailand was also where I enjoyed some of the best meals of my life, all for under $3 from street vendors. Just thinking about panang curry, som tam (green papaya salad), phad see ew, or a peeled pomelo makes me want to save up for a plane ticket back to Bangkok. However, we usually tried to limit ourselves to one meal out a day and attempted to do some grocery shopping to sustain ourselves. In some towns, this meant stocking up at 7-11. At home, I cringe at the thought of eating a meal from a gas station, but in Thailand, 7-11 is about as western and convenient as it gets. We learned by trial and error and made our best guesses about reading packaging in Thai. We learned that Thai tuna in a can also contains some sort of cream, peas, onions, and too much sugar. We ate a lot of rice cakes. Bananas were a daily staple. <br />
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In Cambodia we learned that our tolerance for spicy foods was not as high as we thought. 4 stars at On Rice in Bellingham is the low end of the spice spectrum in SE Asia. There is no such thing as a star system over there, but we noticed that it was common for cooks to tone down the spices for white people. I learned to calm it down more by mixing in rice with a ratio of 4 parts rice to 1 part stir-fry/curry/beef loklak. I also learned how picky we Americans are when it comes to eating meat (if you are squirmish, skip the next paragraph). <br />
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One night we ate at a tiny family owned cafe in Phnom Penh, I ordered the special (mostly because I had no idea what anything was). I should have taken the cue from the server's look that clearly said, "are you sure?" but I didn't. While we waited for our food, the family demonstrated the most welcoming hospitality. A man sang Khmer karaoke to us (which is beautiful, if you've never heard it, check it out on youtube). They even brought over their adorable baby and asked us to kiss him. And then we got our plates... the display was bright and colorful, there was a carrot carved in the shape of a flower. I took one bite and instantly began to sweat. My eyes watered and Mike tried not to laugh. I stirred the dish to try to figure out what it was and discovered that it was very clearly chicken. In Cambodia, when you order chicken, you receive the feet, feathers, and even the eyes. I made my best attempt at eating the vegetables and rice, our server returned to refill my water glass several times and graciously pretended not to notice that I was attempting to hide the chicken's beak with a pile of rice. I never realized how spoiled we Americans are in our meat-eating. When I order fish at home, my mind visualizes a nice symmetrical salmon fillet with all of the bones removed. When I ordered fish in Cambodia, I received just that. A whole entire fish staring up at me, wrapped in a banana leaf and steamed with kroeng (spices) and coconut milk. Once I got over cutting around the parts I wanted to avoid, I found that this fish was some of the most delicious I had ever tasted. <br />
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It was also in Phnom Penh (which is the closest city to the Choeung Ek Killing Fields) that my idea of what it means to live in poverty was challenged. We found an organization online that provided food to homeless people who were living on the street, and decided to volunteer with them. We eventually found our way to their soup kitchen in a dark alley. In this kitchen, we met the most generous man, Chan. We were relieved to find out that Chan spoke some English (he had taught himself by watching American television, such as the Simpsons). Chan welcomed us and introduced us to his lovely wife, and "Mama" who was cooking a huge pot of soup on the stove. We learned that Chan lived with his family in a small village about 30 miles away, and came into town every morning to buy food and cook a nutritious meal to feed some of the cities poorest homeless people. He taught Mike and I how to tie the soup in plastic bags, which we brought out to the street with a jug of drinking water. We learned that for many, this was the only food they ate. We sat on the curb with the bags of soup and gradually learned horrible stories of corruption, violence, and fear. A women knelt on the street weeping in front of us and telling us her story, which Chan later translated as "She lost her fingers in a landmine, she is going to bring this bag of soup to share with her children who are hiding on the streets, her husband is violent. She is very sick and she wants you to know how thankful she is for providing this meal." We spent our time here in silence taking it all in. We found out that most of the true homeless people were afraid to come get soup because if the police saw them, they would be taken away to a government shelter. In these shelters, starvation, murder, and rape are common. <br />
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Near Chan's home, there is a village of homeless people on Phnom Baset mountain who work and live in a rock quarry. In this quarry, people of all ages spend every hour of every day chipping away at a mountain with small hammers in sweltering heat. In one week, the entire village working together can fill one truck with stone, which is then sold for about $10 USD. This is their alternative to being taken away by the government. I've never felt so appreciative of the fact that I was born into a country that's government has it's citizen's best interests in mind. This story is not to say that American homeless people have it easy, or that our government is flawless, or to say that everyone should be as giving and selfless as Chan. It is simply to be thankful that regardless of our country's current economic concerns, our personal political beliefs, or the challenges we face, American people have a lot to be thankful for. As our resources become tighter, I'm making a strong effort to push away the thoughts of what we don't have, and place more emphasis on appreciating and being thankful for the many things we do have. <br />
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I am thankful for safety, freedom, and peace. When I watch the news, it does not always seem like we live in a peaceful place. After meeting other backpackers with firsthand stories from living through conflicts in the middle-east, and after visiting the horrifying S21 prison and Killing Fields, and solemnly walking through the War Remnants museum in Saigon, the struggles I have known seem small. I know that it is all relative and I understand that every person on earth knows what it is like to suffer. But right now, the world I know is safe and I can believe whatever I choose without the fear of being persecuted. We have no way of knowing if Mt. Rainier will erupt or if we will have an earthquake or if Mayan legend is correct and December 2012 will be the end of the world. But right now, my life is peaceful and I am free, and for that I am thankful. <br />
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I am grateful that I live in a country where it is possible to earn enough money in my 20's to afford to travel internationally. In many countries, it is impossible to earn enough to buy a plane ticket in a lifetime. I'm also grateful that I grew up in a place of opportunity. Since returning home, Mike and I have both decided to explore new occupations. Within a few months of being home, I am working full time at an elementary school and he is well on his way to becoming a firefighter. While we are both working hard and far from wealthy by American standards, we are enjoying our jobs and grateful to have an income that allows us to live comfortably. <br />
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This Thanksgiving, I am thankful for health. My own and those around me. This is the first year that I've ever known what it feels like to not be certain about my own health, and while it was frightening, it has helped me grow and learn to appreciate the things I love about my life. And of course, I am most thankful for my family and friends, and for the tiny little addition that we will get to meet this November. Welcome to world, baby Johnston. It's a pretty good place to be :)Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08845811539901834287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1656357738995947156.post-79610489272749634052011-04-12T13:08:00.000-07:002012-09-18T07:27:30.455-07:00A Bittersweet HomecomingWe have officially returned to the beautiful Washington State, three months earlier than planned. While we love it here and it has been great to reunite with our families, this was not at all how we hoped to end our trip. We are so thankful to have explored 6 countries, have life-changing experiences, and meet so many wonderful people. It was the best 5 months of our lives and I don't regret a thing. Unfortunately, it ended in the worst week of our lives. <br />
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Mike and I had been renting a condo in Northern Thailand, in the great city of Chiang Mai. We had been in Chiang Mai for two weeks, and had planned to stay for 6 more weeks, volunteering, teaching English, and playing games at an amazing orphanage for kids with HIV. Our good friends Brian and Martha were with us their for the first few days in Chiang Mai, and we had a great time riding elephants, attending a Thai cooking school, going river rafting, and on a jungle trek. <br />
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After they left, Mike and I settled into our new home and began a somewhat routine schedule. Last week, I had a bit of food poisoning. At first, I didn't think much of it, and continued with business as usual. We knew we were eating spicy, unfamiliar food, and often visited street vendors and markets, so it wasn't too surprising to have a stomach ache. That being said, we wanted to be more considerate than usual, <br />
because there have been 7 recent deaths in Chiang Mai this year due to a possible food related illness. <br />
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On the night of April 8th, I began having a strange pain inside my chest. I had never felt this before, and I couldn't sleep because of it. Around 2 am, I started having trouble breathing, so I woke up Mike. He asked what I thought it could be from, and I sat up to Google "chest pain" on our iPod touch. I remember typing the word "chest," and then I lost consciousness. The next thing I remember is waking up hunched over and shaking and Mike was on the phone with the man at the front desk of our building, saying "emergency." <br />
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The man from the front desk came upstairs to check on us, and asked us to come down stairs with him. We started to follow him, and I only made it about a foot into the hallway when I leaned on the wall and asked Mike to hold me up. I passed out again, and again don't remember anything until I woke up with Mike leaning over me and yelling out, "Help! Help! I need an ambulance!" My hands and legs were shaking and really sore, and later Mike told me that my eyes had rolled back in my head and my lips were blue. We were really scared. <br />
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For some reason, after the second time I passed out I felt a little better and I felt really calm and peaceful. I was telling Mike not to worry and that everything would be okay. I also told him that my symptoms were eerily similar to those of the tourists who had recently passed away, and we knew we had to take this seriously. Shortly, four medics came up and put me on a stretcher and took me to the ambulance. Mike knew I was doing okay because as I was being rolled away on the stretcher I told him that he might want to go grab a book because it looked like I might be awhile :) We got to the ER, and the staff was very friendly and supportive, although we did have a hard time conveying what had happened due to the language barrier. I stayed for awhile, got some medicine and electrolyte replenishment. The doctors ran tests, and said that they thought it was probably food poisoning and dehydration, but that I would be okay to keep drinking fluids and go home and rest. <br />
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We got a ride back to our condo, slightly relieved but still very concerned. I made it into the elevator where I passed out and began vomiting. I think we were both in shock. We decided the best thing we could do would be to call our parents, pack our things and catch the next flight home and go to a doctor there. <br />
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All that could go through my mind was the stories of the recent victims. One of the victims was a 23 year old girl named Sarah Carter from New Zealand. She and two friends all went to the hospital with food poisoning symptoms. After they had arrived, they called there parents to tell them what happened, and that they were okay. Within an hour of that call, Sarah was dead and another was having emergency heart surgery. A Canadian man also had the same symptoms, and checked into the hospital complaining of chest pain. He was there for 24 hours, told it was probably heartburn, and checked out. He died of inflamed heart muscles in his hotel room the following morning. A British couple with the same symptoms died simultaneously of a heart attack in their sleep. An American girl died on a stretcher while convulsing on the way to the hospital. <br />
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There are more tragic stories, if you are interested just search for Chiang Mai tourist deaths. It is only because of the persistence of the victims families that there has been any kind of media coverage on this. The NZ girls' father started a website to try to prevent it from happening again: www.thailandtraveltragedies.com. The government in Thailand has said it is a strange coincidence and prefer not to let any sort of fear of illness impact tourism. Thankfully, the CDC and the World Health Organization are investigating, and while they haven't pinpointed the cause, there was a virus called the Coxsackie B virus found in one of the victims autopsies. The virus is linked to eating contaminated food and can cause sudden heart attacks. We had eaten at the same markets as this victim, and decided we definitely wanted to go home to finish treatment. <br />
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We checked out, got our deposit back, and asked for a ride to the airport. When we got in the car, I got sick again and told the driver to go straight to the hospital instead (looking back, this poor guy had to be very confused). We checked back in, they remembered me, but this time said I looked worse and they admitted me to a room and hooked me up to an IV. They did an EKG (where they put clamps on your legs and arms and chest to test your heart), and blood tests. A nice women from our condo came to check on us, she spoke English really well and helped translate. They took good care of me for two days, as soon as they said I was okay to travel back to the US, we got a cab to the airport. <br />
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We bought the next plane ticket home, which left at 5:20 the following morning. In the hotel that night, we set alarms every hour to drink water and make sure I was still breathing okay. It wasn't really necessary because I was too afraid to fall asleep. I just layed there holding onto a necklace that I had bought in New Zealand. It is a Maori (Native New Zealand) bone carving of a spiral symbol, that means "explore far and long, but always return to your roots." I was praying over and over, "Please, please just let me make it home."<br />
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At 3 AM we went to the airport and spent the next 20 hours in a daze, only able to concentrate on the next step we needed to take. We had a 2 hour layover in Tokyo, and we found out later that our plane took off to Seattle 45 minutes before a 7.0 aftershock that shut down the airport in Tokyo. I'm starting to think we are a strange magnet for close calls. <br />
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We arrived at Sea-Tac and were greeted my parents, Mike's parents, and my Uncle Steve. We hugged and caught up for a bit, then went straight to UW Medical center for a 2 hour appointment with a great doctor, who asked me tons of questions, ran a bunch of tests, and did x-rays on my heart and lungs. The x-rays looked normal, which was the best news I have heard in a long time. She said that it is possible to have contracted a less severe version of the Coxsackie B virus, and that many people get sick and do not die from it, or it could be something entirely different. She said I was okay to go home, and gave me a list of symptoms to be aware of. If I have any of those symptoms we will go to Harborview immediately, but thankfully today I feel better, just exhausted and sore. Depending on the results of the test, we may need to do more tests, and I am also meeting with a specialist in Infectious Disease to follow up. <br />
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Last night we both slept for 12 hours straight, and we have been getting spoiled by my parents with homemade soup and cozy beds and all the relaxation we need. Being sick is never fun, and being sick halfway across the world is significantly harder. I am blown away by how nice our wonderful friends and family have been. I received so many supportive emails while we were in the hospital in Chiang Mai. People were sending there love, thoughts, and prayers, and even medical advice, translators, offers for medical referrals, and heartfelt condolences. My Mom even offered to fly to our hospital if we couldn't leave. Our volunteer coordinator from the orphanage offered to come to our room and hang out with me so Mike could rest. We've received multiple offers for rooms to stay in until we feel well enough to think about cars, jobs, and real life again. Our travel insurance agent could not have been more helpful, and have assured us that we'll receive refunds on our travel expenses as well as related medical coverage for the next year (including coverage in the US). Mike brought me popsicles, insisted on carrying all of our luggage so I didn't overdue anything in the airport, and most importantly held my hand and sat by me the whole time.<br />
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Awhile ago, I was thinking of an idea for a blog entry about all of things I have learned to appreciate and be thankful for in America. Sort of a comprehensive list of what we've learned that we used to take for granted on our travels. It would include things like being able to use tap water to brush our teeth and not worry about getting sick, and knowing that the police are in favor of the public's well being, and that no matter what your views on politics are, we have a government that looks out for it's citizens more than I ever understood before. We will still write the blog posts about the places we went and didn't have time to write about, and we may still write this one. However, right now, all I can get my head around is that I am thankful to be alive, to have the love and support of so many people, and that Washington just might be the best place in the world.Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08845811539901834287noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1656357738995947156.post-49040324713075211112011-04-03T23:57:00.001-07:002011-04-03T23:57:41.208-07:00Mekong River DeltaAfter spending three jam-packed days in busy, crowded cities, we were very ready for our 3 day trip through the Mekong River Delta. Day one started out bright and early with a bus ride from Ho Chi Minh to catch our boat to visit Coconut Island and Unicorn Island. <br />
Our guide, Hai was full of interesting tidbits along the way, and he had a great sense of humor. He told us about cultural differences, like how in the Thai culture when people go to visit the Temple for doing bad things, they will buy nice fish to let free in the river. That river flows into the Mekong. Hai said with a mischievous grin, "In Vietnam we are lucky, we don't believe that so we all go fishing get big harvest of fish! Yeah!" <br />
When we drove by rice paddies, we noticed what appeared to be tombs and gravestones. Sure enough, Hai explained, "Many parents work hard all their lives to grow their rice. They do not want to risk their children selling the property to pursuit other things. So, they have themselves buried in the middle of the field to guilt the children into keeping them!"<br />
When we got stuck in traffic (which was the majority of the time) he told us, "Very bad traffic in Saigon. You see, now the government has decided to hire workers to build a freeway. Maybe you will come see it in when finished? That will be 2025!" <br />
When we crossed the river he told us, "Many Crocodiles in the Mekong river. But do not be afraid, most have been taken to the farm on the island to make shoes! You can buy them!"<br />
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When we arrived at our boat, it looked pretty worn out, but not much different than other boats we had been on. It was clearly a first SE Asia boating adventure for part of our group. Five Dutch men in there 50's nearly refused to step foot on the boat, stating, "this boat is sure to sink!" Hai laughed it off and did what he did best, told us more facts, "Bad, mean fish live in the river. We say every boat has a spirit, just like people. We paint big eyes on the front of the boat so the ugly fish will swim up and be afraid and say "agh I must swim back to deep water!" The men eventually got on board, and the boat successfully arrived at our first destination.<br />
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The group trekked through the beautiful island to find a bee farm, used to make honey and honey tea, a Vietnamese favorite beverage. A women who worked there brought out a wooden tray covered in buzzing bees to show us the process, we all took a step back to prevent getting stung. Just as Hai was telling us that these particular bees are very friendly, he stopped mid sentence and said "Ow!" A large friendly bee was attached to his ring finger, stinging him. Hai said something in Vietnamese that, based on tone alone, was along the lines of, "ow! ow! I have been stung! it hurts badly and I am ashamed in front of my guests!" Then, as our trusty and noble tour guide, he removed the stinger, smiled, slathered on some honey, and said, "okay! this is good! You see the honey resolves the problem! Always bring a jar of honey into the jungle while you are hiking. Very helpful!" What a trooper.<br />
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We took a seat around a table and sampled many local treats including tiny teacups of thick honey tea, locally made sweets such as candied Ginger, peanut brittle, and sweet dried mango.<br />
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While we were finishing up our snacks, we noticed a young boy from the village coming out with a very large python around his shoulders. The snake was twice as long as the boy was tall, and bigger around it's middle then the circumference of the boys neck, but they were clearly good pals. Hai noticed the guests begin to sit up straight and scoot there chairs back, preparing for an escape, and Hai said, "who wants to hold the python? I promise it is very friendly!" (smirking as he realized we were reluctant to believe him this time, knowing that honey won't do much in the attempt to fend off a snake attack). Mike was the first to volunteer, and our young snake handler gently assisted him in transferring his pet over. I had a surge of bravery, and figured if Mike and a little boy can do it, I should too. It was a bit frightening, the snake was strong and wasn't in the mood to hold still for a photo. I was pretty quick to return him to his little owner.<br />
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After morning tea, we took a row boat ride through the mangrove forests, and got to wear the traditional hats worn in the rice fields to block the sun. When we arrived at the next island, we were treated to bright fresh fruit plates where we tried jack fruit and dragon fruit while we watched a show of traditional singing and guitar.<br />
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Our next mode of transportation was a horse drawn carriage, which Mike and I had the good fortune of riding with Hai. He was telling us he just saw Rango and how much he loved it: "Good movie because I agree with the values. You know, follow your dreams and you will get good things. Yeah, just like my other favorite movie Yogi bear, (then in his high pitched bear voice:) 'I am a bear and I am very good at problem solving! I can always find food when I am hungry!' what a great story." Then I said, "hey Boo Boo!" and he cracked up and said, "yes! Yes! Hey boo boo!"<br />
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He also told us about how there are not McDonalds, "only The King Burgers! And also KFC, but not open 24 hours." <br />
Then we stopped for a mysterious lunch that I think I would have enjoyed had I known what it was. Our plate contained rice, a square egg dish with polka dots, vegetable stirfry, and meat. It was probably pork, but having just heard about the market stalls that have rows of cages of dogs for food, I stuck to the veggies. <br />
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After lunch we visited a village that makes coconut candy and rice paper. It was neat to see the rounds of rice paper drying on bamboo racks over the river. We had samples of each, then Hai pulled us aside to try some "wine" (later we learned that the term wine is used for all alcohol other than beer)<br />
While pouring Mike and I samples of really strong fruit wine made in the village, he said to Mike, "you drink lots of banana wine because in Vietnam we believe that whatever food shape is, it will make good health for that body part. Men drink lots for strong banana! Women drink much coconut wine!" then he giggled and refilled his own glass with banana wine and poured me a hearty shot of coconut wine.<br />
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On our way back to the boat we walked by a big water buffalo with intimidating horns. Hai asked if we would like to feed it, and not knowing if this opportunity would ever present itself again, we said yes. The animal seemed very lethargic and calm, but it did get my heart racing to be so close to such a big creature. <br />
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Most of the group members were only doing a one day trip on the Mekong, only one other couple joined us for the next section of the trip. Hai explained that we would meet up with a new guide and group in 30 minutes at a rest stop. We understood and didn't think much of it when the bus pulled over and left the 4 of us on the side of the road with our luggage in the middle of nowhere. An hour later, we began to wonder if our new guide knew about us. Luckily the other girl in the group spoke Vietnamese and had a cell phone, she called the tour company to ask what we should do. After several minutes she hung up and told us that the company said, "no worries." We have learned from experience that here, "no worries" can be roughly translated to: "hmm, that is a problem to which I do not have a solution, and would prefer not to look into it further. In order to make sure you don't become upset, this is secret phrase that will make you hang up smiling." Another 30 minutes passed. We were worried. Finally a bus stopped, but no one approached us. We flagged down the guide and told him what happened, and he said he wasn't supposed to pick anyone up, but maybe his friend was. I showed him a picture of our first guide on my camera. He said, "oh," called a friend, and eventually someone agreed to let us on their bus. No worries. <br />
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The bus took us to a small town called Can Tho. We had a late dinner at a place that had a menu of grilled rats, stirfry birds, snakes, eel, and whole frogs (I opted for seafood stirfry because I have heard it is not uncommon to order beef but get meat surprise, but shrimp are pretty easy to identify). Later, we went to our dark, damp, tiny hotel room. We were laying on separate sides of the room on rotting foam pads with rusty twin bed frames. The only blankets were the size of a beach towel, and made of old, cheap velvet, but it was too hot to need them. There was no air conditioner, but above our heads was a dust covered rickety fan, that when running, actually shot pieces of dust and mold around the room. I had to tie a scarf around my nose and mouth to mask the overwhelming smell of mold. The only tiny window in the room was covered in industrial bars and there were ants crawling all over the walls. Every once in awhile, we do miss the comforts of home and wonder what in the world we are doing out here. This was one of those nights.<br />
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We did not really know what to expect from the second and third days of the Mekong. We were greeted in the morning by our new guide, named Thanks (pronounced Tong). We had a long shuttle ride, which allowed us to get to know 3 great people who were all traveling alone on trips similar to our own. Katie, who was soon returning to Europe where she would be a sailing instructor in Spain; Paul who worked as an engineer building off-shore wind mills in Australia; and Gabriel, a Syrian girl who was living and working in Sweden. It was a good thing we had some interesting people on board, because we spent several hours in the back of a mini-bus, without much of an idea of an itinerary.<br />
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At one point, a Vietnamese women dressed in yellow got on board our bus, she didn't say a word to anyone, just took a seat in the front row. After a few minutes on the bus, the driver and the women exchanged a glance. She stood up, opened the sliding van door and again, without a word, grabbed a newspaper from a man who was standing on the side of the road. Curious, we silently peered over the seat as the women unrolled the newspaper, and revealed that there were many large bills rolled up inside. She counted the money while Mike and I exchanged a strange glance. Day two was beginning to get strange. <br />
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An hour or so later, still driving down the same mysterious road, the women stood up in the moving van again. She again glanced at the driver, and again, a lone man stood on the side of the road. This time she just opened the, window, stuck out her hand, and grabbed a purse that the man held up just as we drove by. Without a word she sat back down and began counting more money. Very peculiar. <br />
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After several hours of driving, Thanks announced that we would be stopping at a crocodile farm. This was definitely not on the itinerary, but we were anxious to stretch our legs so we all got out of the car. It was a funny building in the middle of nowhere, karaoke bar in front, crocodile farm in back. We were given a whooping 15 minutes to explore. We walked through the park with one of the workers, and saw several full cages of crocs separated by age. The worker was very happy to answer our questions, although some sentences were lost in translation. We asked what they fed them, and he replied with a big smile and said, "yes, sometimes!" While telling us about how we could buy purses and shoes in the lobby, Paul asked how they killed the crocodiles. With the same big smile, he replied, "electricity!" and demonstrated by shaking as if he had been electrocuted. After our quick tour we were rushed back to the van. When we sat down, Paul said, "well that was a weird stop!" And we continued driving. We noticed that the women got back in the car, but her recently acquired purse and newspaper were left at the crocodile karaoke bar... Peculiar second day on the Mekong indeed.<br />
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Later in the drive, we made our third stop for the mysterious lady in yellow. This time the car did stop on the side of the road, and she was handed first another purse and second a small child. From the little boy's reaction, it was clear he knew her (perhaps her son). The driver pulled over again and let them both out in a slum like small neighborhood. We will never know what happened on that long ride in the van. <br />
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We made our second (and much better) <br />
stop at Sam Mountain. A small jungle mountain with a beautiful cave pagoda at the top. We hiked to the top and were really amazed by the beautiful temple, that had mazes of underground caves to explore. Each cave contained Buddhist sculptures, small ponds, and incense. It was hot inside but very peaceful. We spent a long time at the top looking out at the rice fields. We also got a really interesting lesson in Buddhism. <br />
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That night, you had the option to stay in a hotel or pay extra for a homestay with a local family. Gabriel had previously payed and signed up for the homestay. For some reason, Thanks was really trying to persuade her to go to the hotel instead. He had been trying all day to convince her, but she insisted she wanted the homestay experience. At one point, in the middle of our bus ride, he woke her up from a nap and they had the following conversation:<br />
Thanks - hey! Wake up! Do you want homestay or hotel?<br />
Gabriel - I already told you 13 times, homestay.<br />
Thanks - no, I think you want hotel. You are alone aren't you afraid?<br />
Gabriel - should I be?<br />
Thanks - hmm no you will probably be fine. But the house is far away, you have to take a motorbike. No taxi.<br />
Gabriel - that's fine.<br />
Thanks - well I think your host does not speak English. Aren't you afraid? Or are you superwoman?<br />
Gabriel - no, I am superwoman.<br />
Thanks - okay. I guess. Well you know 911? Here it is 113. You can call it I will be waiting. <br />
Gabriel - thanks.<br />
Thanks - goodbye forever!<br />
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She did make it back to us safely the next day, but said it was an odd experience, they didn't speak English at all, and served her dinner outside on the porch while the family ate in the kitchen.<br />
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Our hotel was much better than the previous night. We checked in and then met up with Katie and Paul for some noodle soup in a market nearby. We had a nice dinner, and decided to share a bottle of Vietnamese wine for $3. While we were drinking it we saw Thanks and invited him over to join us. We all shared another bottle of wine and got to see a funny side of Thanks. He told us that Lionel Richie was his brother, and proceeded to serenade us with very heartfelt songs. Then, he told us that he had an American brother in law and wondered if we might know him. I started to say it's a big country, but he was already dialing on his cell phone. Before I knew it I was having a 20 minute conversation with a friendly 66 year old Texan who had recently married Thanks' sister. Nice guy! We finished up and went to bed.<br />
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The third and final day on the Mekong, we had another new guide and a new group. When we got downstairs to board the bus, we were instructed to hop on the back of a bicycle with our luggage. It was an awkward, wobbly ride to a bus stop 30 seconds away. The rest of our group walked behind us and arrived at the same time.<br />
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Our first stop was a boat ride to a floating village. Each house floated on the river, and below the ground was a large net the size of the house. In the nets were hundreds if fish being farmed to sell in the markets. The owners fed the fish through holes in the floor. It was really neat to be welcomed into their home and get to see the inside of the house. Wedding photos with bright dresses hung on the walls, two men sat on the floor tying knots in fishing nets, and the living room consisted of a tv, a hammock, a giant speaker, and a case of beer. We learned an interesting fact about the tv. The Vietnamese government, in an attempt to combat overpopulation, provides televisions and electricity to villages as a form of birth control. The explanation to us was that if the women is busy watching tv, she is uninterested in her husband's propositions.<br />
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Our next visit was to a village of the Cham Muslim minority. We got to watch a women using a loom to weave beautiful sarongs and scarves. The locals were really enthusiastic about showing us their traditional outfits, and insisted that Mike and I try them on. They wrapped us in sarongs and scarves, it was a neat experience. Some of the children approached us, wanting us to buy little cakes. One girl really latched on to Mike, and used very persuasive phrases to convince him to eat a cake: "You buy my cake. Very good. Money to help my school we are very very poor." luckily, before he did he read the sign nearby that said, "please do not eat the cakes from the children. They are very old and may cause colic."<br />
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After our visit, we got on our boat for a six hour sweaty, noisy ride to the Cambodian border. We played a lot of tic tac toe and enjoyed going through the villages and watching the kids playing on rope swings in the river. Once we arrived at the border, we all went our separate ways and ventured into the capital of Cambodia, Phnom Penn.Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08845811539901834287noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1656357738995947156.post-10526311506516291892011-03-21T02:11:00.000-07:002011-03-21T02:11:56.146-07:00Saigon, VietnamAka Ho Chi Minh City Aka the City of Too Many Motorbikes<br />
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After a wonderful week in Bangkok we flew east to Saigon, Vietnam. We weren't exactly sure what to expect and were surprised by how few people there were in the airport and how easy it was to get through customs. Without incident we found the driver for our guesthouse and made our way through what can only be known as motorbike madness. It is estimated that there are 10 million people living in Saigon and nearly half of them have motorbikes. They are everywhere... but more about them later.<br />
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We arrived at our guesthouse and were thrilled with such amenities as air conditioning, a bathroom, a TV, and free breakfast (Woohoo). Our guesthouse was located in the backpacker area so we were surrounded by travel agencies, motorbike taxis, and vendors selling everything from baguettes to pirated movies. I don't think we ever walked more than ten feet without being asked if we wanted to take a motorbike taxi. <br />
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We didn't have much planned for our arrival, but after a little research we decided a city tour would be the best way to make sense out of the madness.<br />
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City Tour</b><br />
On our first full day in Saigon we started our tour at 8 AM. Our guide Viet (who explained that people often called him Vit which means duck, and we could also call him either Donald or Don and his wife is named Daisy... funny guy) was great and we took a quick liking to him. <br />
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The city tour was a great way to see the sights of Saigon without trying to navigate their crazy intersections and argue with motorbike taxi drivers. The first stop on our tour included the War Remnants Museum (the Vietnam War, which here is known as the anti-American War). I won't say much about it, but it was very eye-opening and very depressing. The effects of the Vietnam war are still very evident in Vietnam today and although we were glad we went it was a sad stop. To us it is something we learned about in history class but it effects many peoples everyday life here. When asked about how Vietnamese people feel about America today our guide Viet said, "We cannot look back, we can only look forward. Young people want to make our country great and all we can do is create work for ourselves so we can feed our families. We want to look to the future. I say please leave the terrible images you see at the museum inside those walls, they are not good and they will give you nightmares." After the museum we went to the Handicapped Handy Craft Center. This Center was set up to give work to people who were born with defects due to agent orange (from the war). There were many beautiful crafts using paint and crushed egg shells. We bought a small picture of a fisherman on a river. We also visited the Post Office and Vietnam's Notre Dame Cathedral (a fifth of the size of the one in France). They were elaborate Western buildings that made French history here evident. We sat outside and were discussing how scary it is that the side effects of war still effect millions of people here today. As we were chatting we noticed the women sitting next to us was carrying her teenage son in a sling like backpack. He was missing one leg and his other was very short. His hands and face were physically deformed. We had heard about agent orange before, but we were not prepared or expecting for the effects to be so visible.<br />
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We also got to visit a huge wholesale market that sold everything from fabric to dried fish. Near the wholesale market was a Chinese Buddhist Temple. Outside of the temple we noticed a cage of little birds. Our guide informed us that when people go to the temple to repent they believe it is good luck to set a bird free, so they buy them here. Sadly, the vendors like to reuse the birds and clip the wings so that they can go pick them up later. Last was the Reunification Palace celebrating the reunification of North and South Vietnam. It very much reminded me of visiting the White House in Washington DC. There were lots of interesting rooms and we got lost a few times as we were exploring. After a long day of touring we dined at a cheap roof-top bbq. It had some major advantages... a great view of the city and street vendors couldn't approach and insist you buy something from them. A good finish to a good day.<br />
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<b>Food</b><br />
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Megan loves Pho (traditional Vietnamese noodle soup) and enjoyed at least one bowl every day we were there. I partook in a Vietnamese pancake (stuffed with shrimp and veggies). We also visited a few street carts and tried the "McDonald's of Vietnam." McDonald's is not allowed to open stores in Vietnam because they were not willing to use Vietnamese beef. Viet informed us that that street carts that serve baguettes stuffed with various meats, pate, and veggies are the most popular fast food here. I got to enjoy many a Saigon beer as well.<br />
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<b>Urban Chaos</b><br />
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Back to the motorbikes... there are many features that make this city feel overwhelmingly crowded. It seems as though everyone drives a motorbike, and it is amazing that they can fit as much on them as we can fit in our cars. Traffic rules seem to not apply to motorbikes and they often weave in and out of traffic, on the wrong side of the road, on the sidewalks, and even in buildings. Another feature of Saigon traffic is their love of honking horns. The first night I observed that perhaps they weren't honking their horns, rather continuously honking and occasionally letting off. Crossing the street on foot is an adventure in and of itself. <br />
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We quickly developed two games... First counting the seconds between hearing a honk (six seconds was the record, average under one second). Second, and most fun game, was "How much can I fit on my motorbike?" Winners include: six sacks of rice, about 30 buckets, loads of boxes, a queen size mattress, four kegs, a refrigerator, a family a six, six garbage cans, eight cases of bottled water, two full grown pigs, and a live cow. <br />
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The female motorbike drivers were often covered from head to toe. Most people wear medical face masks due to the pollution. Many females, however, cover their entire bodies. This is because it is very favorable to have light skin as it implies higher status (working inside instead of out in the fields). They were long sleeves, long pants, glove, and large hats in very hot and humid weather. Also, the grocery stores carry all kinds of skin lightening products and lotions. Interesting contrast to the multitude to tanning salons back home.<br />
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Another thing that adds to the craziness is their electrical wiring. Never have I seen so many disorganized wires connected to a power pole. Each pole looks like a spider web with so many wires going off in various directions. I had to snap a picture and send it to my old work buddies back home. We even saw an electrician crawling along the wires like a sloth, tying them together. Wow.<br />
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The street vendors here are much more aggressive than any we had seen before. One man even slammed Megan's taxi door because we refused to ride on his motorbike. We noticed a linear progression of the products vendor's will approach you to buy on the street. In the afternoons it's sun glasses and lighters. Around dinner it's pirated DVDs. After dinner the movie salesmen start to offer drugs as well. After dark anything goes and they put away the sunglasses in order to offer drugs and girls. No thanks.<br />
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For our last couple days we explored the city on foot and spent some time at the Thai Embassy sorting out our Visas. After several days we became overwhelmed with busy crowds of the city and decided to move on. We knew our next big stop would be Cambodia so we were very happy to find a tour that would take us down the Mekong River by boat and end in Phnom Penh, Cambodia... but that is for another post.Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08845811539901834287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1656357738995947156.post-47430896371537028892011-03-21T01:04:00.000-07:002011-03-21T01:05:27.993-07:00Bangkok, Thailand<b>Getting There</b><br />
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Our travel from Sydney to Bangkok turned out to be a long day of planes, trains, and automobiles. We woke at 5 am, said our tearful goodbyes and thanked our friends for their hospitality, and took a shuttle to the airport. Upon checking in we learned that we needed proof of leaving Bangkok within 30 days of arrival. We had planned to play SE Asia by ear, and travel via train and bus, so our tickets to leave Bangkok were for four months after we arrived. The poor guy who gave us the bad news was really hesitant and had to check with his manager a couple times, but sure enough they were not letting us on the plane. Without the proper tickets we had to scramble down to an Internet cafe and book the cheapest flights we could find to Vietnam just so we could board the plane. In the end it worked out fine since we planned to go to Vietnam that month anyway, but the plane was about $150 more than the bus we would have taken. We later learned that this rule is rarely enforced , and sure enough after our ten hours in the air the Thai customs agent made no request for our proof of onward travel.<br />
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After withdrawing some Thai Baht (currency) we made our way to our hostel via two trains. We got off our second train very tired and disoriented, having been awake for 20 hours. After walking around many dark, crowded, foreign streets lugging giant bags, and looking at maps for half an hour we figured out which way was up and found our hostel. It was located down an alley off a side street which had a bustling night market going on. Had we not been so tired we would have been more tempted by the delicious scents wafting from the food carts but it did get us excited for the food we would be enjoying soon enough. The hostel ended up being in a really good location near the skytrain line and it felt very safe and quiet. Sleep came fast.<br />
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Bangkok International Food Fair</b><br />
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The next day after a good night's rest we enjoyed our free hostel breakfast, got our bearings, and set off to explore. We didn't make it too far before we stumbled upon the Bangkok International Food Fair. Several streets were lined with tables of food. Each table had a chef and a flag representing the country it was from. There was bright colored deep fried flowers from Thailand, sautéed shark fin soup from Japan, giant bowls of curries and Naan from India, and the good old USA was represented by a sandwich artist from Subway. There were several stages of live music, Barista competitions, and contests. At about six, people began to gather at the main stage. Intrigued, we took a seat and watched the show. Camera men with news cameras filtered in. The front two rows had reserved signs attached, and the people who filled them were dressed to the nines and seemed very important. They had two nice hosts who introduced the events throwing in a little English here and there so we knew what was going on. First up was a celebrity chef cooking competition. Next was a fashion show featuring four women who strutted their stuff while carrying platters of food and donning hats covered with fruit, sushi, and toast. After the fashion show they moved into some music first featuring four guys wearing chef hats banging on pots and pans. Next was a female singer with a beautiful voice. After her set the hosts interviewed her and we found ourselves laughing along with the crowd even though they were speaking Thai. Apparently the hosts noticed us laughing along seeming to understand and they felt it necessary to call us out. In the middle of the interview they started talking to us and the cameras zoomed up tight on our faces which were projected on the big screen that was broadcast over the whole event. The hosts asked us if we knew what was happening and noted that we were obviously tourists. We admitted that no we did not know what was happening and yes we were tourists. We were more than a little embarrassed. They warmly welcomed us to the country and said they hoped they made a good impression on us. After that excitement we made our way back to the hostel stopping at a 7-11 (they are everywhere!) to pick up a beer and a Gatorade. Our hostel had a rooftop garden so we enjoyed our refreshments up there and exchanged travel tips with a nice French backpacker. Not bad for day one.<br />
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<b>Food</b><br />
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Thailand's food is the best! We already have some reoccuring dishes and are so glad we will have so much time to enjoy them. At the train stations, and in the streets there are booths with tons of fresh tropical fruit (we love Pomelo, pineapple, and mango - and it's been a treat to try all kinds of new fruits). They also make fresh squeezed juice with all kinds of fruits and veggies. A lady outside our hostel makes the best crepes stuffed with all different things, we got one with a banana and chocolate. And another of Mike's favorite treats are these small, delicious waffles stuffed with your choice of maple, chocolate, cream, or fruit fillings. I love getting Thai Iced coffee and Iced tea, it's pretty sweet but very refreshing to have on a sweaty, sticky day of walking around the town. At the night market below our room, we have a favorite street vendor (who has even memorized our order) of Chicken Phad Sei Ew. Also, of course we've had our share of the classic Phad Thai (but I have to say On Rice in Bellingham does a really nice job of every dish we've had). Sometimes the language barrier can make ordering a challenge, but it's usually pretty easy to just point and smile (this only resulted in a couple mystery meals, "oops, I thought that ginger was noodles!") One surprising place to eat a delicious, cheap, meal is in the mall. The malls here are a lot different than at home. They are really fancy, one of the only places you can spend some time in air conditioning, and decorated with chandeliers, waterfalls, and elaborate displays. The food vendors sell the same food you can find in the streets, but sometimes it's nice to be able to sit down and enjoy your food inside. There, we enjoyed some spicy bbq pork skewers, and I found a new favorite in Papaya Salad. It's really spicy because they take a young papaya, shred it, and smash spices into it using a mortar and pestle. In my opinion, the best way to end a long day of exploring is by sharing a dish of mango and sticky rice, delicious! <br />
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Exploring Bangkok</b><br />
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We didn't do any organized tours here, and instead took to the streets (and rivers) on our own. We've found so many valuable travel websites to get directions, advice, and itineraries. These are so helpful to bring along, because if you get in a pinch you can just point to the address and a taxi driver will know the way. We haven't used many taxis here because the public transit is really easy to use. Every day we take the skytrain over the busy streets, although it is very uncomfortable at rush hour when you are crammed in with hundreds of sweaty people. Every time the door opens, more rush in (Mike has a huge advantage when it comes to breathing, being about a foot taller than most). <br />
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We also have explored town using the river boats along the waterways. This is sometimes an adventure in itself, going by all sorts of temples, giant buildings, and houses built on stilts over the water. One day we took the boat to Khao San Road, the famous backpacker street. It's full of vendors, resteraunts, hostels, and nightlife. Fun to see, but we're glad we decided to stay a way off the beaten path. While buying a t-shirt, one nice women laughed at Mike for ordering a medium, "Haha! No! Large! You giant!" She forced him to buy a large :) It was pretty funny (and the shirt does fit). <br />
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We visited the Wat Pho temple, home of the massive reclining Buddha statue. It is a gold statue that takes up an entire building. It's beautiful and very detailed. Behind the statue there is a large row of metal bowls, and you can buy a bag of small coins to drop in for good luck. It makes for a neat addition to the atmosphere, always hearing "plink, plink!"<br />
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Floating Market</b><br />
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We visited a floating market, which we've heard has changed a lot to target tourists, but we still enjoyed our visit. You get to take a small row boat and be paddled around to the different stalls selling food, clothes, and souvenirs. There are also vendors in boats paddling around selling fruits, and mobile phad thai making stations. We bought a beer (for Mike) and a coconut (for me) to drink while in the boat, very fun! There were so many boats in the small river that at times there were traffic jams, and we ran into several other boats. <br />
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Animal Encounters</b><br />
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Sometimes when you take trips out of the city, you have unexpected stops along the way, usually involving animals. One of these was a place where you could ride elephants (we didn't do that because we will be going to an Elephant sanctuary with Brian and Martha). We did get to feed them a basket of bananas, it was crazy how fast they took the bananas, bunches at a time, with their trunk. We also fed a lot of koi and snapper fish food in a lake. <br />
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Teak Woodcarving</b><br />
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Another place we found fascinating was a teak woodcarving shop. There were about 20 people carving elaborate jungle scenes into tables, statues, and wall hangings. They were so talented, and we enjoyed watching them. <br />
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<b>Tiger Temple</b><br />
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Perhaps our most adventurous event in Thailand was a visit to the Tiger Temple Forest Monastery in Kanchanaburi. It used to be a place for Buddhist monks to live and study, but has evolved over the years to be a giant animal sanctuary that tourists can visit or live and volunteer at to study both tigers and Buddhism. The first tiger cub was brought to a monk after being rescued by local villagers. Poaching is still pretty common here, and the cub was left after it's mother was killed. The monks raised the tiger, and the trend continued, more and more rescued tigers were left in their care. Now, they host 17 tigers, some of them have begun breeding. They are currently building centers to train the cubs to be rereleased back into the jungles. People have brought many other animals to live at the temple too, and we saw camels, wild boar, cows, buffalo, goats, and chickens roaming freely.<br />
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We were a bit nervous when we saw a medical helicopter pad near the entrance, but they have never had an attack and people visit daily. The process of actually petting the tiger was exciting and a bit strange. You get in line, and then a local guide and volunteer holds your hand while another guide takes your camera to take pictures of you with the giant cats. There were several rules, no wearing red or pink, no sunglasses or purses, only touch the tigers backs near their tail. It felt safe having people telling you what to do and guiding you around, and the tigers were mostly sleeping or lazy, but my heart was beating really fast the whole time I was in the tiger habitat. A couple picture suggestions were funny and a bit awkward, they kept wanting us to hold up the tigers tail. I guess maybe sometimes it works, but these photos turned out to be more of a joke to us. <br />
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After visiting the giants, we had the pleasant surprise of getting to spend some time with the cubs. They aren't always out, but we had good timing and got to pet them, watch the monks play with, train, bottle-feed, and bathe them. That was the highlight of my day. They act just like a bigger, more ferocious house cat. All in all a neat experience, that I don't think could be recreated anywhere else in the world. <br />
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<b>Other Highlights</b><br />
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One of Mike's favorite moments was sitting on top of our rooftop garden with a Chang beer during the biggest thunder storm we've ever experienced. I stayed in the room, and after seeing bright flashes and hearing thunder that sounded like gun shots continuously for a bit, I ruined his fun and drug him down back to the room. The window shaking was still intense and exciting, but I felt at ease knowing he wasn't being struck by a bolt of lightning :) <br />
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One of our best dinners here in Bangkok was with our old friend Trevor. Trevor was a friend from WWU who we hadn't seen in years. He moved to Thailand to get his Master's degree, and has lived here working for World Vision for a few years. He brought his friend Youi (not sure how to spell it), who was really cute and fun to chat with. She works at a Thai news station, and had recently volunteered Trevor to sing on stage with a Thai Pop Star in front of 10,000 fans. It was fun to hear that account and see pictures. She is from Thailand, and we all decided it would be best if she ordered our dinner for us, we had 6 delicious dishes (family style) that we never would have known to order on our own. Trevor also generously brought us an old phone he had so that we can use it if we have an emergency. Cell phones are so much easier here, there is no contract and you just buy a sim card and add minutes on the street corner. Thanks Trevor! <br />
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Another great dinner was with our old friends Sarah and Davey. They are from Enumclaw, and had just completed a trip similar to ours (only they stayed in SE Asia the whole time). It was their last night in Bangkok before they returned to WA, and we had just arrived. They had so many great tips on places to go and things to see. We ordered a tower of Chang beer and some Thai food and chatted for a long time. We felt spoiled seeing some great familiar faces halfway across the world, and it made the transition to an unfamiliar place pretty easy. <br />
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Our hostel has an awesome feature, in that they allow long term luggage storage for free. We were able to be true minimalists and leave all but our small backpacks with them. It was definitely a challenge(especially for me) to get a month worth of clothes and toiletries into such a small bag, but the payoff is worth it for sure. Not having to lug around our 30 pound bags has made a big difference in travel days. Bangkok is turning out to be a great jumping off point for our 4 months in Asia, and we're sure to return several times before heading home. Next up: Vietnam and Cambodia, then back to Thailand to meet up with friends before starting our teaching project.Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08845811539901834287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1656357738995947156.post-89427362152894367222011-03-12T07:08:00.000-08:002011-03-21T01:06:34.267-07:00Great Ocean Road Trip - Victoria, AustraliaFor the last week of our time in Australia, we rented camper van and took a road trip through Victoria. We started in Melbourne, went down the Great Ocean Road, the Surf Coast, and through Otway National Park and finished with a camping trip in The Grampians National Park.<br />
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Torquay and Bells Beach</b><br />
On the southern coast of Australia, there are two of the world's best surf beaches. The waves were much bigger than we could attempt, but there was still plenty to see in the area. Torquay is where Quicksilver and Ripcurl were born, and there is a surf museum and large shopping area full of all the brands associated with surf culture. I got a new pair of Reef sandals for $5.<br />
We watched the surfers and walked down the beaches, then continued on.<br />
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<b>Apollo Bay</b><br />
A darling little fishing village. Spent awhile walking around the wharf. Mike was incredibly patient as I took a zillion pictures of old boats (one of my favorite subjects). We made some stirfry at our campsite and camped out in the van (which felt very spacious compared to our NZ rental).<br />
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<b>Otway National Park</b><br />
The moment we got off the main road and into the rainforest, we saw several wild koalas in the trees right off the road. We parked the van and I got out to take a picture, and surprisingly, the little guy stood up and began lumbering down the tree trunk all the way to the ground. I didn't get too close because they can be aggressive, but he sure was curious. We drove to a trailhead where we did a hike through the jungle. Parts of the trail were covered by a nice boardwalk, but the rest was very dense. I actually felt pretty claustrophobic with the low branches and giant leaves and humid heat. The sounds were incredible, loud squawking parrots, hundreds of cicadas, and lizards crawling through the dead leaves. I jumped a few times when mistaking a lizard for a snake. And found myself nervous to pull leaves out of my hair in fear that they were the killer red back spider. It's a funny shift from hiking at home, where you keep your eyes out all around for huge bears and cougars. Not sure which I prefer.<br />
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12 Apostles (and other cool rock formations)</b><br />
The 12 apostles are a series of large cliffs standing tall out of the ocean, they are an icon of Southern OZ, and found on many postcards. They were beautiful but really crowded with tourists. Around the area there are other parks with all kinds of coastal caves, blowholes, and miles of sharp cliffs. There is nothing blocking the massive waves from Antarctica, and they crash constantly across the southern coast. After taking in the sights we continued along the road, which runs the length of the coast winding above the cliffs. We made a stop at a couple really touristy places, including a whale nursery viewing dock (no whales, wrong season). When we saw the roadside sign stating "cheeseworld" we had to stop for a cheese museum, tour, and shops. <br />
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Grampians National Park</b><br />
After driving a long time through desert plains, Grampians NP sticks out of the ground like two massive, tree covered shark fins. We had a pretty big letdown after driving all day only to find the road to our campground closed about 20 miles before we would arrive. We thought about camping out until morning in hopes it would open up. Luckily, we asked a local who let us know that there had been a flood and landslide and the road would probably reopen in about four months. We followed the detour route for another two hours and decided we really wanted to have a straight up American BBQ when we finally arrived. We stopped at a little red grocery store with cartoon roosters painted on the walls. It had a huge poster advertising chicken feed. As we walked up to the doors we were greeted by a nice lady who took one look at our van, gave us a strange look, and said, "sorry, we are closed. Just about to have a staff meeting." It wasn't even 6 pm. As we made our way back to the van, we were pretty bummed and about to give up on our dinner plans when we noticed the neighboring building, a supermart. How could such a small town have two grocery stores back to back? We took a second look and realized that the first store was actually a feed store, had a good laugh, and picked up our Budweiser and dogs. When we arrived at our campsite at <br />
Halls Gap, we were greeted by hundreds of wild kangaroos all over the park. As we cooked the hot dogs, the cute little guys perked up and watched closely, but they just love eating grass and didn't get aggressive at all. I also saw several kookaburras and was shocked at how much they really sound like loud laughing monkeys. Another group of birds that visited our camp a bit too often was a gang of cockatoos. They look cool but they were real punks. They surrounded us every morning as we ate cereal, tried to get in our van, and even jumped on Mike's shoulder to snag his pbj. When we refused to feed them, they began the really ridiculous antics: squawking and fighting with each other, hanging upside down to drink from our faucet, chewing on our extension cord, and trying to steal our towels. Little buggers. <br />
Across from the camp was a row of cute shops along a little creek. We had a nice time checking out the stores and I discovered a new fascination with coffee flavored ice cream. <br />
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Brambuk aboriginal cultural center was full of artifacts and history of the area and the aboriginal people who had been living there for hundreds of years. It was fascinating to see how similar the struggles in Australia are to those of the Native Americans. You could also participate in a guided bushwalk to learn about the medicinal plants. The center offered boomerang classes and traditional bush food (emu, kangaroo, and crocodile). <br />
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Sadly, the same nasty weather that blocked the main road into the park also caused landslides that closed off many hikes. Upon checking into the ranger station we learned that the hike we had our eye on (the wonderland loop) was blocked. However, they provided us with a map of hikes that were safe to tackle. We settled on Boronia Peak and made our way to the trail head. We had bright blue skies and lots of heat on our steady climb to the summit. The last 50 yards or so was a rock scramble to a 360 degree lookout featuring views of lakes, forested hills, cliffs, and farmland. We took a well deserved break and as we started in on our oranges we were joined by a school group of 20 or so thirteen year olds. We could almost watch the chaperone's hair go gray as his class carelessly hopped around the rocky peak with steep falls on every side. More than a few times he mentioned all the paper work he would have to fill out if any of his students fell. We extended our break until the school group was a good ways in front of us and then made our descent back to camp where we refueled on leftover hotdogs and baked beans. <br />
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After our camping trip we returned our van to Melbourne and flew back to Sydney to spend our last two nights on Bondi with Jessica and Chris. To our surprise, when we arrived to their apartment there was a package waiting for us. It was a gift from our wonderful friends Britta and Jeremy, full of Valentines candy, travel supplies, and a nice card. Britta had emailed Ray and sent the package to her work, so thoughtful! For our last evening, we decided to have something we would soon be missing: cheeseburgers! Then we packed our bags and set our alarm for a jam packed travel day to ThailandMeganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08845811539901834287noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1656357738995947156.post-47469671540742144672011-02-20T00:53:00.000-08:002011-02-20T00:57:33.332-08:00Bawley Point - WWOOF Job Australia<div style="text-align: justify;">We couldn't have hoped for a better WWOOFing experience than we got in the small town of Bawley Point, NSW. It was a genuine exchange where we worked 4 hours a day and received a wonderful place to live and we were welcomed in as family members with some really wonderful <br />
people...<br />
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<strong>Our Host Family</strong><br />
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Zora and Scott are a married couple and they have an adorable 5 year old daughter, Bella, a little dog Dingo, a horse Pebbles, and two pet mice Rosie and Susie. From the minute we arrived we knew we were lucky, Zora picked us up from the bus stop and she and Scott welcomed us into their home and we got to know each other over tea. They have travelled the world and shared many incredible experiences and photos with us (including living on a deserted island in Indonesia and trekking in Nepal). Scott is a doctor and he and Zora (who is also a Naturopath and Yoga Instructor) opened up the town's family practice at the front of their property. They were incredibly accommodating and we really enjoyed joining them every night for delicious family dinners including BBQ Lamb, Indian Chicken, Prawn Stir fry, Salmon, and Bacon and Mushroom Risotto. <br />
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<strong>The Property</strong><br />
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The family lives in an amazing furnished yurt at the top of a hill overlooking a peninsula. From the living room, you can see several surf beaches which suited Scott well (he considers himself a surfer first and doctor second). They have perfected living simply and living well at the same time, and we learned a lot about what we want in our future home. Their lot is 100 acres of native bush, full of wildlife. The terrain varies from rocky ridges to lush rainforest. One of Scott's surfer buddies, Vince, also lives on the property and takes care of the vegetable and fruit gardens (while he is not teaching Special Ed). Our cottage which <br />
we called our Treehouse, is the most creative guest house I've ever seen. It started out as a shipping container, and was a converted into a beautiful cottage with windows on all sides surrounded by gum trees. Several mornings we woke up to wallabies hopping around nearby. How cool is that!?<br />
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<strong>Our Jobs</strong><br />
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Often when they were not working, Scott, Zora and Bella joined us for our jobs and our encouraged tea breaks. The jobs included: clearing some brush with a nice view for a picnic area and fire pit, transplanting strawberry plants with Vince, removing bush-fire hazardous understory near the house, chopping firewood, maintaining the herb garden, and some weeding of tick-bushes and "farmer's friends." <br />
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<strong>When We Weren't Working</strong><br />
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One of the best parts of this experience was how much we were able to really experience the beautiful surroundings, and feel like we got to live their day-to-day Australian life. On the first day, we went for a swim with the whole family and built sand turtles with Bella, then came home and had a congo drum concert in the living room. The second day, Scott offered to take Mike and I out for a surf lesson, which of course we accepted. It was REALLY fun, he let us borrow two surf boards and wetsuits and drove around to a couple beaches to find the perfect waves. He gave us a lesson on the sand, then came out with us and helped push us off into the good waves. Mike stood up on the board for a second, and I got to my knees before having a couple wipeouts. While we were out in the waves, we saw something big moving, and Scott said, "It's a stingray! Want to surf over it?" I was nervous because it was about 4 feet across and had a really long stinger (made the ones we saw in NZ look like babies). But, we trusted Scott and paddled right on top of it from the safety of our boards, it was really amazing. Our second surf trip ended quickly when Mike took a big spill and came up with a broken board, oops (luckily, Scott was understanding). <br />
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Zora and Bella took us for a guided tour through the property, and we learned all about the native plants (some of which were so old they were dinosaur snacks, and a massive 400 year old spotted gum tree). We also grabbed a net and participated in several Bug Safaris, Bella's favorite activity. We caught several baby dragon lizards, skinks, grasshoppers, stickbugs, and praying mantis. Bella built lovely habitats for them, and always released them back to there home within 24 hours. She was a great guide, and made sure we didn't catch any of the poisonous snakes, spiders, or ants. However, we did manage to get the true Australian experience when Mike got a tick bite, I got a leech bite, and Mike squashed a venomous white tip spider in our cottage.<br />
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They even provided two bicycles and Zora gave us a map of the best places to go. We took a couple rides to local Shell Beach and Pretty Beach. Pretty Beach was my favorite, because it was full of wild kangaroos and wallabies with lots of babies. They weren't afraid of us, so we were able to bike along the forest trails and watch them hop along and watch us from only a couple feet away. <br />
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Bella and I played school and pirate legos and made some books. Mike learned how to play backgammon and even beat Scott on our last evening. Zora gave us some bird feed one night to hand feed the birds from the yurt. It was such a blast to feed the bright lorikeets and king parrot. Our last evening, Scott dropped us off at our bus-stop and we took an overnight 12 hour bus ride to Melbourne (not something I hope to do again, but a worthy backpacker experience). We were sad to leave our cottage and new friends, but excited for the next part of our trip. We feel incredibly blessed to have had this experience, and hope that we'll get to see them again someday!</div>Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08845811539901834287noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1656357738995947156.post-37494617356926095702011-02-20T00:50:00.000-08:002011-02-20T01:00:15.899-08:00Hunter Valley VineyardsMike and I have never been and never plan to become wine connoisseurs, but we had heard so many great things about Australia's Hunter Valley vineyards that we decided to give it a go. We took a loop from Sydney to the Blue Mountains, to Hunter Valley, and stopped at the <br />
Australian Reptile park on the way...<br />
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<strong>Australian Reptile Park</strong><br />
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A little misleading name for a park that has more mammals than reptiles, but I'm not complaining. We spent the majority of our time here in the central park area, where kangaroos, wallabies and emus roam freely. We also managed to catch a reptile show featuring giant snakes and crocodiles. After the show, we volunteered to hold a massive python and got a photo taken with it. The wildlife expert told us to "just relax" as he wrapped the 15 foot snake around our shoulders. I got to hold it's head and Mike held most of the body. He was really heavy and the skin was cold to the touch, but we were strangely comfortable and smiled for our picture just fine. Afterwards, we took a stroll through the park and got to meet and pet Wonder the wombat and pet lots of marsupials.<br />
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<strong>Hunter Valley YHA</strong><br />
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We decided to stay at the YHA Hostel in the Hunter Valley, which had it's own little vineyard, pool, and woodfire pizza oven. It was a small hostel, and the majority of the residents were grape-pickers who had to get up around 4 am to start working in the vineyards. Our room was cozy and the man at the front desk was very helpful and arranged a tour company to pick <br />
us up at 9 am the following morning. <br />
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<strong>Our Tour</strong><br />
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I was actually really nervous sitting on the bus on the way to the first winery, but quickly realized we were in good company after meeting our bus driver and fellow wine tasters. No one in the group knew much about wine, it was a young couple from Sydney, and a group of 5 fun loving Canadians, and a mother and daughter from China who actually didn't drink wine <br />
and spent the majority of the day touring the botanic gardens. Our jolly tour guide, Brian was incredible passionate about getting us a full experience of everything the valley had to offer - and explained over the intercom what the day would entail, to our surprise, we were in for full day adventure full of tasting a lot more than wine. We got to sample everything the Hunter Valley had to offer: wine, beer, cheese, olives, olive oils, spreads, gelato, fudge, lollies (candy), and as if that weren't enough, we would end the day sampling some fun "party liquors." We also got to see a lot more then vineyards, Brian took us to a field of wild kangaroos, a botanical garden, a village of shops, and also the set of "A Farmer Wants a Wife," an Australian version of The Bachelor. <br />
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<strong>Wine Tasting</strong><br />
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The first stop on the tour was Kevin Sobels' Wines and we couldn't have asked for a better Wine 101 teacher, Mandy, who had a lovely assistant Alfie (a big slobbery St Bernard). She gave us a list of 15 wines we would be tasting (at 9:30 AM), and a pencil and paper to take notes. I used a check-plus/check-minus system to rate the different kinds, while Mike <br />
resorted to a smiley face/frowny face system (there were also several "neutral" faces, and his favorite selection had a smiley face and curly hair). It was really fun and she taught us all about why people swirl the wine and how to properly train your palate and experience <br />
the different aromas haha. After this, we toured 2 more wineries (Aubrey Wilkinson and Ivan Hoe Vineyards) and tasted about 40 different wines. <br />
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<strong>Everything Tasting</strong><br />
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The Hunter Valley also grows lots of olives, and we got to try garlic ones, kalamata herbed ones, and spicy ones. There were bags of bread for sale for 50 cents, which you could use to sample aisles of different olive oils, pestos, and chili sauces. Later, we got to try lollies in a British Lollie shop, and homemade fudge, gelato, and several kinds of cheese. <br />
Mike had the beer sampler at the Blue Tongue brewery, 8 beers, but I guess we are beer snobs because to us they all tasted like Bud Light (we miss you Boundary Bay!). After all of this we were really full and tuckered out, but we did have just enough energy for the last stop of the day, The Golden Grape. Where we tried some really creative drinks: Golden Tango Cream ("love in a bottle"), Coffee and Butterscotch Liqueur, and Coolaya (strawberry sparkling "breakfast wine"). Before we all passed out, our group all took a "team-building shot" of the grand finale drink, Dragons Breath (Butterscotch Liqueur with Chili and Rosemary), whew! Luckily, Brian dropped everyone off at there doorstop and we fell asleep after a great day of touring the Hunter Valley! We're still not planning to become wine snobs, but it was fun to try it for a day :)Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08845811539901834287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1656357738995947156.post-58359402201408659872011-02-11T02:14:00.000-08:002011-02-20T02:16:25.429-08:00Blue Mountain BushwalkHaving spent a wonderful week exploring Sydney we made our way back to the wilderness. Shortly after watching the Packers win on superbowl "Monday" (somehow that felt stranger than celebrating Christmas a day early) we took a bus into town, rented a car, and headed east for the Blue Mountains.<br />
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The Blue Mountains get their name due to a haze that often surrounds them giving them a "blue" appearance. They only rise to about 3500 feet (slightly higher than the summit of Snoqualmie Pass) and are more reminiscent of canyons and rock formations than what we consider as mountains back home. However this doesn't mean they aren't worthy of exploration.<br />
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We stayed in a nice little town called Katoomba. The hostel we stayed at was one of the nicest so far and within walking distance to the trailhead. <br />
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After a quick breakfast Tuesday morning we packed a lunch and hit the trail. We decided on a four hour loop hike that would take us along the edge of cliffs, down a 900 step stairway, around the Three Sisters (a series of three rock spires), past Katoomba Falls, and over to a tourist attraction called Scenic World. <br />
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We started off walking along the cliffs edge and made our way to Echo Point lookout which featured our first view of the Three Sisters, the iconic rock formation of the Blue Mountains. Echo Point is also a main tour bus stop and sure enough was quite crowded. We lost the crowd pretty fast when we descended the Giant Stairway, 900 steep steps down from the lookout to the valley floor. From here we hiked through brush and trees toward Katoomba Falls. With less people and more trees we managed to spot a kookaburra, cockatoo, blue tongue lizard, and a bird unknown to us that looked like an all black peacock. We had lunch at the falls and then made our way to Scenic World.<br />
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We didn't exactly know what to expect from Scenic World and were surprised by a half hour boardwalk through the rain forest featuring relics from the coal mining era of the region. Luckily, Scenic World operates both a cable car and railway to trolley their visitors back and forth. For a small fee we were able to take the world's steepest railway (52 degrees!) up out of the brush and walk back to our hostel. Pretty darn good day.Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08845811539901834287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1656357738995947156.post-24996181509028954042011-02-10T18:04:00.000-08:002011-02-20T00:46:27.162-08:00SydneyWe've arrived in Sydney, Australia! For the first week of our OZ trip, we were incredibly lucky and got to stay at our friends Jessica and Chris's apartment in Bondi Beach. We were welcomed with a nice sign on the window, Tim Tams cookies, and a 6 pack of Aussie beers. They cooked up some delicious spicy chicken burgers our first night. We were able to see quite a bit of the city, and had a great first week...<br />
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<strong>Bondi Beach: </strong>Probably one of the most famous beaches in the world, and it's not hard to see why. Its got gorgeous sand, water, surfers, lifeguards, and hundreds of people laying out to get a tan. The apartment is literally across the street, so it was fun to head to the beach as well as people watch from the window. The lifeguards are also famous, and are featured often on the TV show Bondi Rescue. We saw the film crew and a rescue from the beach. The beach time was great, although it was 108 degrees so we spent more time in the water than on the sand. We also spent some time on a rooftop pool overlooking the bay, went to several Bondi shops, cafes, and bars, and a really good Tapas resteraunt called Mojos. <br />
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<strong>Bondi to Coogee Coastal Walk: </strong>Mike and I spent one day making the trek along the coast through several beachs, and went snorkeling at one too. There are so many beautiful cliffs, bays, clear water, and parks for miles. <br />
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<strong>Downtown Sydney: </strong>We explored Circular Quay, the famous spot that holds Sydney's Opera house, the bridge, and ferry terminal. We took a ferry ride and also walked to the opera house. Pretty cool to see in person! We also spent a night out on the town and got to see another old friend from WWU - Laura who also moved to OZ and her boyfriend Grant. Great to see some familiar faces and remember the fun times we all had in college. Mike and I spent a day exploring the botanic gardens, palace, and Hyde Park. It was also really neat to go see the Munich Re building, which is the parent company of Sterling where I worked in B-ham. <br />
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<strong>The Rocks Market by Moonlight: </strong>The Rocks is a district in Sydney that has a really nice night market on summer weekends. We spent an evening eating some really good food - for Ray and I: chicken kebabs and pork gyozas, and for Mike: a kangaroo sausage. Then, we went over to an outdoor stage and watched a great guitarist and live band called Tails in Space.<br />
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<strong>Darling Harbour: </strong>We met Jess and Chris after work for some beers one day at a nice pub on the water, and walked around the harbour. This is where there is Wildlife World, the Aquarium, and lots of shops and resteraunts. Had a nice chat with them and then returned to the apt for some spicy peri-peri chicken pizza, (delicious!) and watched Bondi Rescue. <br />
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<strong>Wildlife: </strong>There is wildlife all over Australia, and we've already seen quite a bit. In the park at night, we've seen lots of cute possums (not like the ones at home), and some mice and rats. We also saw hundreds of wild bats (they are called flying foxes here). Lots of fish swimming in the beachs, but no sharks or jellyfish thank goodness. We spent a day at the Wildlife World - and saw the biggest croc in the world, most dangerous spider in the world, and most venomous snake in the world. We got lucky and were picked to hand feed some bright birds. Saw lots of kangaroos and wallabies, And of course the highlight for me, The Koala Sanctuary! Here, we got to see an 8 month old baby koala, and the best part was getting to pet a darling little guy up in a eucalyptus tree - so cool! <br />
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<strong>Chinese New Year: </strong>Sydney's Chinatown hosts the biggest Chinese New Year celebration outside of Asia. We had a great time celebrating with a bright and festive parade full of dragons, floats for the year of the rabbit, fire dancers, and musicians. They also handed out red rabbit masks and light up noise makers to the crowd. After the parade we had dinner in Chinatown (sweet chili shrimp and vegetable soup and flame grilled pork). Then, we made our way over to Darling Harbor to see an elaborate firework display. <br />
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Today we're watching the superbowl, which doesn't quite feel right since it is Monday, and they are showing standard Australian commercials instead of the superbowl ones. It's been a great first week, and we're looking forward to exploring outside of Sydney next week and then heading to our new WWOOF job after that. Hope all is well at home! <br />
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If you would like to see pictures from Sydney, go to: <br />
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"Sweet As" - a confirmation that one hears and agrees with their mate. Often followed by "bro." They love this phrase here so much that it is on t-shirts, postcards, and keychains. <br />
Example: "that river rafting trip was sweet as!"<br />
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Variations: Somewhere down the line people also took the idea and replaced "sweet" with alternative adjectives. For example, I heard a guy say to his friend, "man I accidentally ran into that girl. I didn't mean to, but I felt mean as!" And lady say to her daughter opening a kids meal, "oh I bet you are happy as!" At first this phrase drove me nuts with anticipation ("my inner dialogue was dying to know, "happy as a clam? Sweet as pie? Please finish your statement!") but I soon learned to embrace it which is a good thing, because it really is kiwi as. <br />
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"Good On You:" well done, a pat on the back. Similar to the US phrase "good for you" but used a lot more frequently and more enthusiastically. We heard it pretty often after telling people about our itinerary. "oh! That is the best thing you could do with your life right now! Good on you mates!"<br />
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Jandle: flip flop<br />
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Choice: the best. "Oh man, the burgers at Fergburger are choice!"<br />
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Bogens: punk teenage boys with neon shirts and terrible mullets. The more extreme the mullet/rat tail/scraggly braid, the more extreme the attitude. We made the mistake of staying at a campground full of them and didn't sleep due to the all night screaming, drinking, and smoking. We even witnessed a group of bogens get escorted out by police, and they were punks the whole time chanting, "oh I am so tough because I am a cop with a badge and I get paid to ruin teenagers night..." <br />
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"Aw Yeah:" an exclamation used by bogens, usually yelled across large distances. I think It's sort of like a platonic mating call to see if others of their kind are near by. At the campground you could hear it yelled back and forth from every direction at all hours. <br />
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Brekkie: breakfast. Actually, it's pretty common here to abbreviate words and add an "ie." See if you can figure these out:<br />
"ouch! Time to get out the mozzie spray." <br />
"it gets pretty bright in the mandarin orchard, so don't forget your sunnies!"<br />
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Hokey Pokey: NZ's national ice cream flavor. It is vanilla with little toffee pieces and caramel swirl.<br />
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Lamb: you probably know they eat a lot of lamb, but did you know that it is used in a variety of other foods as well? We tried lamb burger, minted lamb potato chips, lamb and cheese pie, and canned lamb stew. I was reading a trashy celebrity gossip magazine, and they had an article about how Prince William and Kate should serve lamb at their wedding.<br />
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Possums: usually kiwis are very green and into saving the planet, but not when it comes to possums. The possums here are really cute and soft, but also overpopulated and taking over some areas. As a method of control, there are traps set all over the forests and beaches, and the government even began dropping the poisonous substance 1080 in the mountains. Most gift shops sell possum gloves and rugs. Our Milford Sound bus driver made an announcement over the speaker encouraging everyone to try to run over possums while driving. <br />
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Tim Tams: a delicious little cookie found in NZ and Australia. It's layers of fudge and chocolate biscuit covered in chocolate.<br />
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Spare Change: there is no such thing as a penny or nickel. They round too the nearest .10. The bills begin at $5 ($1 and $2 are coins). Returning change took some getting used to while selling produce by the kg at the Wilderland shop. <br />
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Extreme Adventures: I anticipated the bungee jumping and skydiving, but couldn't have dreamed of the schweeb or the zorb. There is a market for adventure activities and the kiwis capitalize on that with all sorts of creative ideas:<br />
Zorb - the human hamster ball. A 10 foot tall inflatable ball that 1 or 2 people can sit inside and be rolled down a hill. Or if you feel extra extreme you can Zorb through water.<br />
Freefall extreme - Want look like you went skydiving without spending the money to actually jump out of a plane? You can pay to put on the suit and goggles and go into a "zero gravity" room where you air jets suspend you several feet in the air. <br />
Schweeb - It's part bicycle, part rollercoaster, part subway. Peddle around on Human powered little capsules suspended on a rail way. Peddle as fast as you can and even race your friends.<br />
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Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08845811539901834287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1656357738995947156.post-60723774710297062092011-01-28T22:05:00.000-08:002011-01-28T22:57:16.686-08:00Wilderland FarmWe have spent the last two weeks living at Wilderland Farm on the Coromandel Peninsula. It was a legitimate Wwoof (willing workers on organic farms) job, and it was eye-opening, exhausting, and incredibly rewarding. We were very out of our comfort zone and in the minority in many ways, which led to some learning experiences that otherwise wouldn't have been possible. We are thankful for the experience, and wouldn't change a thing. I couldn't possibly sum everything up in one blog, but here goes nothing....<br />
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The Property<br />
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Wilderland was created in 1964, and has transformed from a full on hippie commune to a charitable trust aimed at teaching organic farming and sustainable living to visitors and students. <br />
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The property itself is over 150 acres of lush tropical forests, orchards, and gardens interspersed with very basic hand built houses, workshops, and a communal kitchen area. The entire place is self sufficient, the water comes from rain barrels and filtered river water, the toilets are compostable and there is just one shared shower that is heated by a small wood stove (that also serves as the oven and stove for cooking). <br />
The community building contains a big dining table, library full of books people have left, and a kitchen full of organic oats, rice, and grains. They even grind their own flour from wheat grown on the farm. The entire property overlooks a large estuary and there are nice views of the town across the bay.<br />
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Also on the property, there are bee hives for making honey. The structures that people live in vary from large houses, tents, and old buses to a backpacker style dorm and a large teepee. Outside, there is a large woodshed and workshop, and a playground, rope swing, and trampoline. Trails run all over and it is easy to explore and get lost. There are not any livestock, it is a completely vegetarian farm. There were two nice dogs, a family of chickens, and a wandering duck who is often being scolded for munching on crops in the salad garden. Since life is in the bush - there are also a few pests, Mosquitos, ants, sandfleas, and a family of rats. Other than the annoying bug bites you sort of forget they are there and they don't really interfere.<br />
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Our Jobs<br />
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One of the benefits of choosing such a large farm is that we got to participate in a wide variety of projects. Every morning (except Sundays) we all meet at 8:00 for a meeting to go over what tasks need to be done and you choose where you would like to work. All the workers set off for the jobs until the bells are rung around 1:30 (lunchtime). The work was challenging and strenuous at times, but always rewarding and interesting. <br />
The first day I harvested potatoes and onions in the garden, and built a compost pile using the weeds that were left. The hardest part was carrying the crates of potatoes up the hill to the house in the hot sun. Mike spent day 1 chopping a huge pile of firewood.<br />
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I really enjoyed putting on a picking bag (like a kangaroo pouch), and climbing up trees and ladders in the orchards to harvest plums, mandarins, tangelo, uglifruit, and avocado. We learned how to prune citrus trees. In the gardens, we built bamboo trellises for tomatoes and capsicum (peppers). We learned how to pick cabbage, silverbeet, sweet corn, and onions. Mike also tested his lumberjack skills and spent a day chopping down trees.<br />
Some of the projects were maintenance and construction related. We built a patio for one of the houses, a roundhouse structure, and a graywater system (a giant tub we filled with levels of rocks and a tubes and pipes for filtering system, we planted specific plant species to create a natural water filtration system for the sink where people wash their hands). Saturdays were maintenance days, I cleaned and organized the kids play area and the used clothing area (where people can take and leave used clothes). Mike mowed the lawn and did some weed whacking.<br />
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Wilderland also has a roadside shop where they sell honey, produce, tea, candles, postcards, jams, chutney, and lotions (all made at the farm). We each worked a couple shifts there and enjoyed chatting with the locals and tourists who stopped by.<br />
One day at the shop I got asked so many questions about the manuka honey, which is well known for having medicinal qualities. That night I got to thinking about how much tourists like to try new local products and understand each one. NZ has an entire industry based around sampling wine and cheese on tours. I wrote down an idea and proposed it the next morning at our meeting, it went over well and I got to create four hand painted honey signs for the shop. I researched the types sold, and made informative signs about the color, quality, origin, taste, and uses for each one. I had a great time scrounging for wood scraps, got some help with the power tools, and sanded them into nice signs that I painted designs on with my buddy Fanelie from France. <br />
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For our last day, Mike and I went with another resident, Josh, and spent the day working at Wilderland's booth at the local farmer's market in Whitianga. It was pretty neat to see the full circle - packaging and selling the fruit that we had been up in the trees collecting the day earlier. Mike and I think it would be pretty neat to have our own booth in a farmers market someday.<br />
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The Food<br />
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Each day after working in the morning, we all gathered around for a big vegetarian (usually vegan) feast. The entire place is vegetarian. We were allowed to eat unlimited fruit, vegetables, and grains from the farm. The kitchen was loaded with spices, supplies, and food. We cook at home all the time, but usually dinner is based around meat. We actually struggled to come up with something the first night, and stood around thinking about what we could do with a zucchini without being too obvious that we were clueless. A nice resident noticed we looked embarrassed and offered us a big leftover salad :) Eventually we figured out plenty of options and had a good laugh about how surprisingly delicious the meals were with some other carnivores. The lunches were giant bowls of colorful salads, curries, soups, and usually a dessert made with plums or apples. Everyday it looked like a Thanksgiving family dinner. I didn't think it would be possible, but I did manage to get sick of eating fresh plums, mandarins, and avocados.<br />
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The People<br />
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Throughout our stay, we met about 50 people. Some people came to visit for a day, most for a week or two, and some feel so at home that they find an old bus or build a teepee and move in. Seriously. Every person was so fascinating. There were several families with kids and babies too. It's not every day you can share an "office" with such a diverse crowd. We worked, lived with, and ate daily with people from: France, Israel, Japan, Belgium, NZ, England, Germany, the Yukon Territory, Denver, Pennsylvania, Norway, Spain, and even a guy who lived three blocks from where Mike grew up in Seattle. The lives, backgrounds and occupations were equally as diverse. Some memorable ones included: teacher, farmer, economics student, military sergeant, community planner, wedding officiant, medical student, Doctors without borders volunteer in Africa, aspiring filmmaker, chef, sculptor, gypsy, surfer, social worker, musician, artist, marine biologist, bar owner, and a circus clown with ten foot stilts. As you can imagine, we had some lively and intriguing conversations over lunch and games of cards.<br />
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Free Time<br />
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In the afternoons and on Sundays, we were free to do whatever we liked. Since the property was so big, we usually stayed there and walked to the estuary to swim, kayak, and even have a mud bath. We were usually pretty tired from working in the morning, so often we sat under an avocado tree and read. Some nights we hung out with co workers and played games, played music (one guy was very talented at playing his hand made didjerido), and heard some great stories from fascinating lives.<br />
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One Saturday, we decided to camp for a night in Hahei. We went with two friends we had met at Wilderland: Karmi and Fanelie. Karmi is a student in Ohio studying biology who is really into three towed slothes. Fanelie is from France, and came to NZ to learn English. She was a fast learner and we had a lot of fun joking around ( even though she claims that American English sounds like there is a potato in your mouth). The four of us took off in the afternoon, picked up some food for a BBQ, booked a campsite, and saw some amazing beaches:<br />
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Hot Water Beach - a beach known for the natural heating of lava rock below the surface, so at low tide hundreds of people bring shovels and build temporary natural hot tubs. We got the perfect night, low tide was at 10 pm, so around 9 we started digging. It took us about an hour to dig a tub big enough for four. Once we did, it was so relaxing to sit in the ocean at night looking at the moon and stars while our tub heated all of the new waves that snuck in.<br />
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Gemstone Bay - we rented snorkels and followed a "snorkel trail." Throughout the cove, they have floating signs informing you about the fish below. We swam from one sign to the next and saw quite a few fish and urchins. The following week, the front page of the local paper featured a picture of the same bay, where an unusual sighting had occurred: a 14 foot great white shark! Yikes, glad I didn't see that through that little mask...<br />
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Stingray Bay - in my opinion, the most beautiful beach in NZ so far. Bright white sand, clear teal water, and it was protected by large cliffs on both sides. And, the best part was that it lived up to it's name - we saw several black stingrays swimming! They are really beautiful to watch, they just glide along the bottom of the sand. <br />
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Cathedral Cove - one of the icons of the north island, a 40 foot cave that opens up to gorgeous beaches on either side. It was really nice but also really crowded. We lounged around, jumped in the waves, and Mike swam out to a rock that people were jumping off of. The area was recently filmed as part of the set for the new Narnia movie. <br />
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What's Next?<br />
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We are now back in Auckland, preparing for take-off to Australia! Thankfully, the flooding seems to have subsided both here and in Oz. Since we found wwoofing to be so rewarding, we decided to spend part of our time in Australia doing another job. I sent some emails and found a good match, we will be living with a lovely young family in a cottage on 100 acres of eucalyptus, kangaroos, and wallabies. We are also looking forward to having fun with some familiar friends, exploring Sydney, and maybe getting a chance to see the Great Barrier Reef! We will write again soon.<br />
Love, Megan and MikeMeganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08845811539901834287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1656357738995947156.post-26765841097159179562011-01-08T16:16:00.000-08:002011-01-08T16:16:04.652-08:00The Spectacular South Island of New ZealandHappy 2011! It's been an eventful one for us so far as we continued our drive around the South Island, and now we are working our way back North to start our next Wwoofing job. NZ's south island is full of natural beauty, long windy roads, and clear blue lakes and rivers. We managed to visit the following:<br />
Arrowtown - A small town know for it's gold. It's a cute little town with an old western feel. We went for a riverside walk, watched kids panning for gold, and were amazed by the glittering river and rocks that were all over the place. <br />
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<strong>Queenstown </strong>- We decided to spend New Year's Eve in Queenstown, "The Adventure Capital of the World." It was one of our favorite citys so far, a hopping city and boardwalk on a clear lake surrounded by mountains. It had the scenery and atmosphere of Whistler, with a little bit of Vegas mixed in (just replace casinos with skydiving and bungy jumping). We had hoped to either skydive or bungy jump, but were put off by the extremely high prices. We decided that since we have both of these activities close to home, we could stand to wait until we have a steady income again and postpone them. Instead, we signed up for something we couldn't do at home, the Shotover River jet-boat ride. Jet-Boats are all over NZ, but this one looked like the most exciting. You sit in a boat with about 10 people, buckled in and holding on tight as you zip up and down a river at 50 mph. The boats are incredible, they can do 360 spins and cruise in 8 cm of water, all while going up a river darting through steep canyons. Incredible experience, we're glad it's the one we chose. <br />
For New Years Eve, we decided to hit the world famous burger joint - Fergburger. We enjoyed giant loaded burgers and fries, definately worth the long line that wrapped around the building. After dinner, we made our way down to the nights events. The city of Queenstown puts on a pretty elaborate New Years festival that included two live bands (Sequin Girls and a rock cover band), a big stage with a dj and dance party, and a nice firework display on the lake. On New Years day we explored the town on foot, checking out the lawn bowling course, rose garden, and frisbee golf course. We have been keeping in touch with a nice couple we met in Fiji, Rob and Mel from England, and were able to meet up with them at Monty's pub for Nachos and drinks. It was so nice to see some familiar faces, and compare stories and adventures from our travels. We hope to meet up with them again soon. <br />
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<strong>Milford Sound</strong> - Milford is one of the top activities for NZ tourists, with its glacier valleys, dark blue waters, and dramatic peaks. It's full of dolphins, seals, and penguins, and also know for giant waterfalls. We chose to take a bus to the sound, because it's a five hour trip on pretty treachorous roads. This turned out to be a great idea, because our guide was wonderful and gave us so much information and stopped at many photo-spots that we would have missed. Unfortunatly, it was raining so we couldn't get any of the classic Milford reflection photos, but we did have a great time on the scenic cruise. The boats take you right under the waterfalls, it was thrilling to stand so close to such a magnificant force. We also saw a seal family laying out on some rocks, and took a trip to the underwater observatory. <br />
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<strong>Underwater Observatory -</strong> The observatory is a massive fiber glass cylinder that was built down into Milford Sound. There is a spiral stair case taking you to a viewing platform of the coral and sea life below. It was like scuba diving without actually getting in the water. One guy we met on our bus, Troy from Zimbabwe was very intent on seeing a shark. I was joking that we should move away from the big coral we were near because it didn't seem like a good shark hang-out. Just as I finished my sentence, Mike said, "There's one!" Sure enough, a shark darted right by the window. It wasn't a huge one, but still, pretty cool to see. On our bus ride back, our driver played some great theme songs (Titanic songs with commentary for our boat ride, TLC's Waterfalls while we drove by waterfalls...) For the last couple hours, he put on "The Bucket List" movie, we'd seen it before but it's a great flick that brought tears to my eyes and made us appreciate even more what we are doing. <br />
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<strong>Mt. Cook</strong> - After Milford Sound, we drove up another glacier valley to NZ's biggest mountain, Mt. Cook. We had planned for a long hike up the valley to see mountain, and were feeling really lucky because we had just missed a storm the day before. Soon we realized we weren't as lucky as we hoped, because the storm meant high rivers on the trail that were flooding over the pathway. We attempted to wade for a bit and scramble up nearby rocks, but got frustrated with the freezing glacier water and all of the sticker bushes, so we decided to head back and find a differant hike. We went to a drier area and hiked to Lake Tasman instead, which was so beautiful I'm glad we had the detour. Lake Tasman itself is very muddy, but it is at the base of a mountain, and in the summer, pieces of glacier break off and turn into bright blue floating ice-bergs. When we got to the summit, we were greeted by an evening sun, ice-berg filled lake, and a vibrant rainbow framing it all. It was the most breathtaking scene. <br />
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<strong>AJ Hacket Bungy Center</strong> - We visited the home of the world's first commercial bungy jump, and joined the viewing platform to watch people jump off of the bridge over a river. It is really fun to watch people ages 10-96 from all over the world take such a big risk and look so elated afterward. We watched a movie about the history of bungy, and found the story of AJ Hacket fascinating. He and a friend engineered their first bungy and tested it off buildings, planes, and even snuck onto the Eifel Tower. We got to hold the actual cord, which looks much different than I expected, not like the bungy cords you use to hold things down in the back of a truck at all, but more like hundreds of tiny rubber bands intertwined. A little like the inside of a golf ball. Like I mentioned, bungy jumping was not in the cards due to the cost, but we're hoping to plan a summer weekend to Whistler with friends and try it there... anyone interested? :) <br />
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<strong>Kaikoura</strong> - This was our last stop on the south island, it is one of the only places in the world you can watch for grey whales, orcas, sperm whales, and blue whales from the shore. It is also home to several fur seal colonys, one of which you can walk right next to them. It smelled terrible and a lot of people were getting much closer then we felt comfortable, but it was one of those "I can't believe we're doing this" moments. We also went for a hike along the Peninsula Track, which climbs over limestone cliffs overlooking the seal colonies, bird colonies, and whale watching boats below. It was one of my favorite trails in the world, even though we weren't lucky enough to see a whale. We did see hundreds of seals and birds of all kinds, including gulls, oyster catchers, albatross, and a seagull colony. I've never felt threatened by gulls before, but when the track went near a colony of hundreds of loud nesting seagulls we both felt nervous and walked a bit faster. Kaikoura means "Eat Crayfish," and they are known for having the best so we planned to have a beachside bbq until we saw that the cheapest one was $65, and most were higher. We opted for some much cheaper scallops and mussles, and decided crayfish is something we'll have to try another day. We also found out some very sad news while in Kaikoura - someone had visited one of the seal colonies and clubbed 24 seals including some newborn pups. I can't comprehend that, especially after watching the pups play in the water all day, and I hope that whoever is responsible is caught soon. <br />
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From Kaikoura, we took a VERY early morning ferry ride back to the North Island, where we are now making our way back towards Auckland. We'll be working on the farm until a couple days before we take-off for our next stop, Sydney, Australia! In other news, we're incredibly happy to say our good friends from Seattle, Brian and Martha have purchased plane tickets to come join us Thailand, AND my English Teaching placement has been officially confirmed in Thailand :) Best wishes and we will write again soon!Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08845811539901834287noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1656357738995947156.post-29806393148451395542010-12-24T20:29:00.000-08:002010-12-24T20:29:23.149-08:00A Kiwi ChristmasMerry Christmas from Franz Josef! We happily spent most of yesterday and today bundled up inside a little cabin, safe from the rain, wind, and thunder storm outside. We are feeling so thankful and blessed because the only day that there hasn't been a storm here this week was the 23rd, the same day we had booked our glacier climb.<br />
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We arrived the 22nd and checked in to our campsite (we opted for a cabin because the glacier is at the base of a very temperamental rain forest). We dropped off our bags and went for a short hike to the base of the glacier. Part of the trail was closed off due to flooding and rockslides, and we found ourselves hiking through another downpour. We returned to our cabin to find that a down tree had caused a power outage for several hours. We made a list of the groceries for our holiday meals and headed to the store. We gave ourselves a $10 stocking allowance and split up to find a little something to put under the tree. <br />
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To get into the holiday spirit, we used a butter knife to cut down our "tree." our tree is a 7 inch little branch from q shrub outside, and a decorated it with some shiny ribbon and a few gift tags, and stuck it into a red mug full of dirt. Our little gifts don't actually fit underneath but it does look cute. <br />
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On The morning of the 23rd, we thanked our lucky stars because the storm had paused. Glacier tours were operating again! We dressed in several layers and headed to meet our guide. In town, we went over safety guidelines, signed our lives away, and received our waterproof pants, coat, wool socks, hardcore boots, and a red fanny pack with crampons inside. Then we hopped on a bus to the base of the hike. <br />
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Our guide, Tay, was great. She was a little blonde girl from England, she was tough and very knowledgable. She provided lots of facts about the area and tips for safety to avoid what she called "splat moments." Our climbing group was also wonderful, a man from Florida, couple from Hong Kong, couple from California, and a really nice family who live in the Phillipines working for the US embassy (in keeping with the generous traveling spirit, they offered Mike and I their home for our layover in Manila).<br />
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We spent an hour getting to the ice, two hours on it, and an hour getting back to the bus. I was a little nervous having never worn crampons before, but quickly caught on and really enjoyed it (who knows, maybe someday we will tackle Mt. Rainier). The route was intense, the guides carve it out each morning and carve in stairs and add ropes where needed. We actually got to climb inside the huge crevasses and all over the giant ice walls. The glacier was bright clear blue just as I had pictured (Mike mentioned the true resemblance to Glacier Blue gatorade). There were crystal clear pools and waterfalls in every direction. The hike was challenging and contained some pretty steep climbs, and we all worked up a sweat (Britta and Jeremy - picture Angel's Landing on ice...)<br />
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By the end of the day, nothing sounded better then what waited at the end: the Glacier Hot Pools! The pools were clear blue, peaceful, and surrounded by a lush green rainforest. We stayed until our fingers turned to raisins and then returned home to make spaghetti and salad and promptly fall asleep. <br />
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This morning we woke up and made a breakfast scramble, had a traditional Christmas morning mandarin orange, and a mug of Via, and opened our gifts. Mike got me a chocolate Santa, sketch pad, and drawing pencils which I can't wait to use. I got him a travel note pad, a NZ deck of cards, and a locally brewed red ale. We are spending the day watching Christmas movies, and talking to our wonderful families who we miss very much (even got video chat to work with Aunt Chris and Uncle Steve in Seattle and Mike's cousin Annie in Spain, very fun!) and cooking a feast for two. We are making marinated grilled chicken, mashed potatoes with gravy, broccoli, and salad. We have some New Zealand wine and our homemade fudge, and the Polar Express on tv. Life is great and I hope that everyone at home is surrounded by loved ones, enjoying laughs, food, and in the holiday spirit, we miss you. We have so much to be thankful for. Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08845811539901834287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1656357738995947156.post-12666060592203699272010-12-19T18:18:00.000-08:002011-01-08T16:20:23.182-08:00Heading to the South Island, NZ<b>Wellington</b><br />
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Wellington is the most southern city on the North Island, it is also the capital of NZ, and the namesake of wellington rainboots ("wellys"). I have never seen a big city with so much character. There is a long walk along the waterfront full of sculptures and "writer's walk," a collection of quotes people have written about the town. It was like an Easter egg hunt walking around finding the next line. We spent a couple hours at a museum called Te Papa (Mauri for Our Place). The museum was six floors full of history of the island, information about the plants, animals, and people. Some highlights included a mock earthquake house, a preserved colossal squid, Brian Blake photography exhibit, and an underwater 3D movie. <br />
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At night, we found another free Christmas celebration (either we are lucky or this country has a lot of free holiday events). This one was an elaborate production called "carols by candlelight." It was put on by a local radio station and involved hundreds of people, dancing reindeer and a donkey, a tree lighting, and Santa arriving on a helicopter. <br />
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We also got lucky in finding a cute resteraunt featuring $5 gourmet pizzas. It was delicious, And we learned that this city has more resteraunts per capita than NYC. In cities, we have found it easier to stay in hostels then campgrounds because of the transportation cost. Here, we heard the loudest snoring I have ever heard. It sounded like a steamroller a foot from my head. Neither of us slept much, and spent the following day in a daze waiting to catch the ferry south.<br />
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<b>Ferry to the South Island</b><br />
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The ferry between the N and S island looked more like a cruise ship than the ferries at home. It was four levels and contained a resteraunt, bar, playground, and movie theater. We were on the boat for three hours and quickly became thankful for the size of the ship, as it was becoming very stormy. We had a nice relaxing time sitting in the lounge staring out at crashing waves and steep cliffs. Mike had a local beer and a bag of minted lamb potato chips and played Angry Birds while I had chocolate and wine while listening to Eddie Vedder and Fleet Foxes. Once we landed in Picton, it was dark and we found a campground and went straight to bed.<br />
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<b>Nelson</b><br />
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Nelson reminded me so much of home, which was good because we were beginning to feel a bit stressed and homesick for a day or two. We stayed in a wonderful little hostel called Paradiso. It was full of backpackers playing guitar, skyping their families, and throwing darts. They even offered everyone a complimentary pouch of top ramen when you checked in. We spent some much needed time enjoying some comforts of home by calling our parents, watching an episode of Friends, and indulging in some McDonalds French fries (a nice break from our diet of PBJs, canned tuna, and apples).<br />
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We woke up feeling back to normal, and took off for the Saturday morning market. The market was exactly what I pictured it to be, full of local artists carving jade and bones, tons of fresh produce, merino sweaters, sheepskin rugs, and so foodcarts with friendly people offering mouthwatering local specialties. We had eaten oatmeal for breakfast every day, and decided our first purchase would be a breakfast crepe full of bacon, eggs, cheese and pepper. It was also gluten free, and not the more expensive, bland tasting kind, the recipe they used just didn't contain wheat. We found a picnic table, a knife, and two plastic forks, and enjoyed it so much that our neighbors probably thought we hadn't eaten in weeks. I bought a small fish hook bone carving and made a necklace, and we also bought fresh peaches, blueberries, and venison jerky (good, but Tanner yours is better). <br />
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After the market we went on a hike up to the center of NZ. It was steep and we quickly burned off the mornings' crepe. The trail was went through the woods, and appeared pretty standard until we ran into an older lady creating a mythical fantasy scene full of unicorns and fairy dolls hanging from trees. A few feet from her was a stuffed toy rabbit tied to a tree with a sign saying HELP! Funny what you find in the middle of the woods. The view from the top was beautiful, it overlooked the clear sea of Abel Tasman National park and the city of Nelson.<br />
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<b>Westport</b><br />
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On our way to the next spot, we stopped at a trail with a hike to a seal colony viewing platform. Giant waves crashed on cliffs everywhere except a small cove that hundred of fur seals call home. We got to the viewpoint and watched as the babies explored and swam and the mothers barked and lounged in the sun. After awhile we decided to hike back to our car and walk around the beach for a bit. The sand was black and warm with loud crashing waves. Mike went exploring in some rocks while I walked in ankle deep water looking for Hectors dolphins. I was having a nice stroll thinking about how much I had enjoyed watching the seals and secretly wishing I could have gotten just a little closer to them. As I was thinking this, I saw some movement that looked like a seal waving. I told myself it was just my imagination and kept going, when a large wave carried the object closer. I looked again and sure enough, I was now five feet away from a 300 pound fur seal, and he was coming closer. I took a few steps back, called for Mike and grabbed my camera. The seal was very curious and watched us for several minutes. He crawled around the beach a bit then barked at me and jumped back in the water. It was an exciting encounter and I no longer wish to get any closer to them :)<br />
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We continued our drive down the windy roads to Westport. I'm sure Westport is a lovely place, but it rained so hard for days that we couldn't see anything around us. We had high hopes for sun, and booked a campsite. We now know never to book another campsite in the rain. We still enjoy our car overall, but that night I hated it. Our blankets were wet, it sounded like we were inside a giant steel drum, and mosquitos swarmed in and dive-bombed our ears all night. We slept a couple hours tops.<br />
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<b>Paparoa State Park</b><br />
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The next stop was a national park known for a huge blowhole, stacks of flat rocks called the pancake rocks, and a cliff opening called the chimney pot because it appears to steam when waves hit it. It was exhilarating to see such powerful waves, but we were sleep deprived and the storm had gotten worse. We hiked to the lookout, but got soaking wet and cold from 50 mph gusts of wind (we are getting better at converting km to miles...) We didn't last long before finding a warm cabin at a campsite with a hot tub to hibernate in. After getting some sleep, we took advantage of the campground's other attraction, the jumping pillow! It's like an inflatable bouncy house for adults. So fun.<br />
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Next up is a brewery tour and sunset beach walk in search of penguins. Hopefully everyone is doing well at home, the closer we get to Christmas, the more we miss you! Love, Megan and MikeMeganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08845811539901834287noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1656357738995947156.post-84081485419904645952010-12-11T19:55:00.000-08:002011-01-08T16:18:45.118-08:00Glowworms, Gondolas, Gandolf, and GeysersAdventures continue through the central North Island of NZ:<br />
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<strong>Waitomo Glowworm Caves</strong><br />
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Waitomo looks like a standard NZ village, with 41 residents, you would never guess that there was another world underground. We hiked down to a dark cave entrance with our guide Norm and ten other travellers. Norm was a fantastic guide with a passion for caving. He knew every nook and cranny of the pitch black caves. We went around and introduced ourselves, put on our safety helmets and headlamps, and climbed aboard our black water raft. Once inside the caves, Norm had us turn out our lights and it was so dark you couldn't see your own hand in front of your face. After drifting for a couple minutes, we began to see tiny strands of lights hanging above us. Soon there were millions of glowworms lighting up the inside of the caves. It looked just like a dark night with more stars than I have ever seen. The cave we were in was the exact location that Discovery Channel's Cave episode was shot for Planet Earth.<br />
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After about 30 minutes in the cave, we got out off the rafts and went on a hike through another cave. The highlight of this one was a 20,000 year old skeleton of a moa (an extinct large flightless bird similar to an ostrich).<br />
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<strong>Hobbiton Movie Set</strong><br />
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Peter Jackson, the director of the Lord of Rings movie flew all over NZ searching for the perfect rolling hills to create Hobbiton. He found the perfect farm outside a small town called Matamata, and now the public can visit the movie set. We got to stand right outside Bilbo Baggins' hobbit hole, and relax under the party tree. They are in the process of reconstructing the set for the upcoming filming of The Hobbit. Our glowworm guide Norm ran outside waving in his boxers while filming helicopters circled the area, he thinks he might get to be an extra hobbit now ;) Unfortunately, that is about all I am legally able to write, we both signed strict confidentiality contracts and can't post pictures of the set until the movie is in theaters.<br />
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<strong>Sheep Farm</strong><br />
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We saw a demonstration of a sheep being sheared, which is equal parts occupation and sport. The current NZ (and world) record is an average of 30 seconds a sheep for a hours straight. Our sheerer took about a minute, which still seemed very fast. After that was another highlight, we got to bottlefeed milk to baby lambs! They were just darling, and I am on an official break from eating lamb (Mike is not, he had lamb stew two hours after the show...)<br />
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<strong>Skyline Gondola Ride and Mountain Luge Course</strong><br />
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New Zealand residents have an incredible ability to take their beautiful scenery and turn it into an extreme adventure playground. For this one, we rode up a mountain on a gondola to beautiful views of the city and Lake Rotorua. At the top, you put on a helmet and choose your course to drive a small cart down a cement loge course. It was a blast, tons of hills, twists and turns through the forest until you reach the end, then head back up for another round.<br />
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<strong>Wai-o-tapu Geothermal Wonderland</strong><br />
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We hiked through a huge volcanic area full of craters, geysers and bubbling mud pools. There were signs everywhere warning you to stay on the trail because inches away was mud and pools over 200 degrees F. The whole park felt a bit like landing on mars, and smelled strongly of sulfur. The scent changed throughout the hike, at parts we smelled rotten eggs, curry, and maple syrup. Our favorite sections were:<br />
Artists palette: a pool full of all different colors of mud pools.<br />
Champagne pool: a large bubbling pool with orange and teal edges and five feet of steam.<br />
Birds nest crater: a small mudpool at the bottom of a crater, 3 species of birds use the crater walls to nest, because the temperature is ideal for incubating their eggs.<br />
Devils bath: a large crater filled with thick liquid the color of a green highlighter. It was Sounder's green, so bright it was hard to look at without sunglasses.<br />
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<strong>Huka falls and Lake Taupo</strong><br />
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We stood on a footpath over a raging river, which picks up speed and crashes into a pool below. Lake Taupo is a crater left from a volcano that was 100 times the size of St. Helens. It erupted before NZ was established, and ash from the explosion was found in China and Italy.<br />
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There is more to do here than we could do in a lifetime. We are so happy we will be here for long enough to begin exploring. Good news - after emailing back and forth with the farm that our Wwoof co-workers recommended, we officially have our job secured in January. It is in a perfect location and we know what to expect (no surprise toilet scrubbing). Month one of our travels will be tough to beat, but we are looking forward to the next adventure!Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08845811539901834287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1656357738995947156.post-34589451820560340352010-12-08T20:06:00.000-08:002010-12-08T20:06:35.282-08:00NorthLand, NZSeveral updates from the road of Northern New Zealand...<br />
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<b>Our Job (you win some, you lose some)</b><br />
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We were really looking forward to getting our hands dirty, learning a thing or two about farming, and sleeping, eating and experiencing life with a real NZ family. Unfortunatly, our first job was not at all what we had expected. After driving 5 hours to our destination farm to prepare for the next days farmer's market, we were surprised to find that there was not a farm in sight. Not even a small garden. There was a small lodge, and three large junkyards. Rather than harvesting, we were given very unusual tasks including:<br />
<ul><li>Cleaning old torn up pieces of bubble wrap to wrap linens in</li>
<li>Taking laces out of old childrens shoes</li>
<li>Testing hot-water pots</li>
<li>Moving boxes of garbage from one storage shed to another storage shed 5 feet away</li>
<li>Babysitting at all times (until we literally got in our beds)</li>
<li>Maintaining the lodge, including scrubbing toilets, all linen and towel laundry (6+ hours a day), vacuum and mopping the lodge, killing spiders and removing bird poop</li>
<li>Preparing for the market (where the owners sold used childrens clothing)</li>
</ul>Instead of our anticipated payment of a lodge, bathroom, and 3 meals a day, we got an old air mattress in an empty house up the street, 1 meal every other day (and we were to cook and clean for the family the other nights). Had we been getting paid, we might have stuck it out. Since we weren't, and the idea of any day trips was thrown out the window, we let them know it wasn't what we expected and moved on.<br />
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The silver lining is that we met another wwoofer couple (Shawn and Anna) who had been doing different jobs for several months. They confirmed that this experience was far from ordinary, and they felt they were scammed too. They reffered us to a farm they loved, and we are currently setting up the best time to start work. All's well that ends well!<br />
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<b>NZ Camping</b><br />
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Never in a million years did I think I would be living out of a car and camping my way around the country. For us, it's the way to go. We're able to be very independent and save a lot of money on lodging and transportation between cities. We've named our car HOW-E (house on wheels - explorer) Our little car included everything we needed: all cooking supplies, lights, electric hook-ups, bedding, a shower, attachable tent, mosquito nets... it's incredible!<br />
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The campsites here also have everything you need and are cheaper than the hostels. Campers are from all over the world, and a standard site includes: full kitchens, free showers, tv rooms, ping-pong, pool tables, pools and hot-tubs, tour booking desks, playgrounds, trampolines, wifi, book exchanges, and our last one even had a free little herb garden. We are able to grocery shop just like we were at home.<br />
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<b>NorthLand Activities</b><br />
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We've done several hikes, seen amazing waterfalls, historical villages, and lots and lots of sheep. My highlight of the NorthLand has been Bay of Islands. We went on an eco-encounter boat, with a captain and Ben, a dolphin expert. The boat works with the NZ Dept. of Conservation, and we were able to see 3 seperate pods of bottlenose dolphins, and learned a ton. The guide explained that they are much like people, and sometimes are playful but sometimes wanted to be alone. If we found a group of adult dolphins that was not feeding, we could enter the water with them if we chose.<br />
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The first pod was in an avoidant mood, so they would come check out the boat, then take a very deep dive. They did this three times, so Ben said it seemed they wanted to be left alone. The second pod had a new-born baby, only a couple hours old. It was so fascinating to see the mother interact with the tiny baby, she held it up to get air and all of the dolphin aunts swam behind her to keep her safe. This pod was feeling playful and was swimming right up next to the boat, leaping all the way out of the air, and doing flips. Since they had a baby present, we could not get in the water.<br />
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Luck was on our side when we found a third pod (after 3 hours of searching). The 3rd pod was all adults and they wanted to play. Ben told us to swim as fast as we could to them, and act silly and sing songs through our snorkel. 6 of us (including Mike and I) jumped in the ocean and tried to entertain the pod. It was really deep, cold, and the currant was moving faster than any of us could swim. It was actually a lot scarier than we imagined, the dolphins are big and you're in the middle of the ocean. We spent our time swimming as fast as we could, and had a blast chasing them. They seem like they are the happiest animals on earth. It was a once in a lifetime opportunity that we'll never forget.<br />
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I hope everyone is getting in the holiday spirit at home, we miss you everyday! Love, Megan and MikeMeganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08845811539901834287noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1656357738995947156.post-62220412504178905882010-12-02T20:26:00.000-08:002010-12-02T20:26:30.536-08:00Auckland, New ZealandWe've arrived safely in Auckland, New Zealand, and feel like we could easily spend a year exploring this country. As soon as we left the airplane we found magazines and brochures full of beautiful scenery and extreme adventures. We started our trip with 4 days in Auckland, which reminds us a lot of Seattle and Vancouver BC. We're staying on Queen St. which is the middle of downtown, and within walking distance of many great attractions. It's also nice because the city is all decked out for Christmas. <br />
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We walked down to the waterfront and saw the teal blue water full of whale watching ships. The streets are full of cafes and shops, and beautiful old buildings. Auckland has so many options of exhibits and parks that are free of charge, and we've taken full advantage. This week we've seen:<br />
<ul><li>Outdoor Photography Exhibit: In Auckland's town square called "Little Big City," they have huge art exhibits complete with audio that are lit up for the public 24 hours a day. We spend over an hour and could have stayed a lot longer. The photos were taken all over the world from an airplane, and included facts about each place. If you have time, it's worth checking out at: <a href="http://www.biglittlecity.co.nz/Events/Earth_from_Above">http://www.biglittlecity.co.nz/Events/Earth_from_Above</a> </li>
<li>Mt. Eden: We hiked through the city up Mt. Eden, which is an inactive volcano. There are several viewpoints from the top that overlook the city and bay. </li>
<li>Auckland Domain and Museum: We walked through the campus of the University of Auckland, and through town to a huge park full of opportunities. We took a walk down "Lovers' Path" a forest trail next to a creek. We saw a beautiful sculpture park, 2 botanical gardens, a duck pond, and a fernery. We ran out of time before we could tackle the museum, but hope to see it when we return to Auckland. </li>
<li>Christmas Concert: Tonight, we're going to the Auckland hall (a giant beautiful old building), for a Christmas concert by the Auckland Symphony and the Pacific Island Church choir. We're really looking forward to getting into the holiday spirit (it doesn't feel like Christmas without the cold weather, tree, and family). </li>
</ul>Tomorrow morning, we get to pick up our new home, a mini-camper! We hadn't planned on doing this, but it seems like our best option to see the most of this country for the least amount of money. It's a station wagon with a mattress in back, attached tent, and removable solar shower. There are campgrounds everywhere with kitchens and lounges. <br />
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We also start our first job through WWOOF (willing workers on organic farms) tomorrow. The winery job did not work out, because grape season has ended, but this job sounds wonderful. We'll be working on a small lodge on the beach in Northland. We'll help with the garden, prepare for the Saturday Farmer's Market, playing with the hosts' 7 year old twin girls, and whatever other projects are needed. In exchange, we'll receive dinner and accomodation in a great location to see northern New Zealand. Really looking forward to the experience!Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08845811539901834287noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1656357738995947156.post-77042073661595785362010-11-29T20:54:00.000-08:002010-11-29T20:54:44.605-08:00Observations in Fiji<strong>A Beginning and an End</strong><br />
The statement: "Hi, I recently quit my job and moved out of my apartment to travel the world" gets mixed responses at home. In Fiji, the most common response is, "Me too." This has provided a nice Intro to Backpacking course for Mike and I. Many of the people we meet have been travelling for months, and happily provide helpful tips about where to go and what to avoid. The hostels are full of resources and travel guides, and novels in all different languages, mostly free of charge with the assumption that you will take what you need and leave what you don't. <br />
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<strong>Island Time</strong><br />
As Mike pointed out in the last entry, island times goes both ways. It is something that takes getting used to, but it's clear that to enjoy your time in Fiji, you have to adapt. The hostel we are currently in offers $7 massages, they claim to open at 9. At 10:00 the lights turned on, and the masseuse states "I was sleeping." At 11, she left to take a lunch break for an hour, and at 2, she closed up shop for high tea. <br />
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While waiting for a fishing excursion that was scheduled for 9:00, Mike waited for over an hour with Chris, a guy we met who had come over from the Australian Air Force. Chris had come over in hopes to kite surf, but the weather wasn't cooperating. The guide arrived around 10, and pretended not to remember agreeing to the fishing trip. Chris was disappointed, and asked to speak to the manager. The manager spoke to the guide, came back, and said, "he doesn't want to go today. The conditions aren't really the best anyway, you probably wouldn't catch anything. Perhaps you want to hunt wild boar?" Another traveller was intrigued and attempted to arrange the wild boar hunt. "Great! Where should I meet you? What time do we leave?" The guide smiled and said, "Okay, we'll go! Meet me at Fiji Time in Fiji!"<br />
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One of the perks of the hostel we're currently staying at is that they offer laundry service, just drop off your salty clothes, and come back to pick them up in 3 hours. We dropped ours off at 9 am yesterday, came back in the afternoon, and they said come back after dinner. We came back at 8 pm, and they said, "It's too hot for laundry, come back tomorrow morning." We came back in the morning, still no clothes, and reminded them that we did have to check out today. They said okay, you get your clothes when you check out (luckily, it's completely acceptable to wear your swimsuit all day or we would have been in trouble). It's currently 5 o'clock on check out day, we have our clothes, and we're waiting for our bus (it's only an hour and a half behind schedule at the moment haha).<br />
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<strong>Personal Safety</strong><br />
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At home, if you step in a giant hole in the sidewalk and break your leg, you can talk to the city about why the hole was there. In Fiji, you could try, but I think the response would be, "why did you step in the hole?" Here, your safety is your own responsibility and there is not much in the way of hand holding. we met people who went on a shark snorkeling excursion, the guides drop you in the water without a cage, and then they shoot a fish with a harpoon so that the giant sharks come eat the fish 15 feet in front of you.<br />
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Our boat from the Yasawas back to the mainland almost didn't make it due to a storm. They had to send a dive boat instead, and we ran outside in the pouring rain, threw our luggage on board, and waded out to the boat. The hotel manager asked if everything was okay, and the captain said, "engine trouble, fixed now." A girl asked if the boat was okay to hold so many people and so much luggage, and they said, "probably, but lots of people will get off." No one got off for the entire 1.5 hour choppy, wet, rainy ride. Marie and I decided that if we pretended we were on an extreme jet-boat ride it would help, people pay big bucks for that.<br />
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In an act of superstistion, I purchased an anklet from a lady in a village that is made of shark bones. I figure if one attacks me it will be afraid I will try to make a necklace out of it. Then, someone told me that you're more likely to die from a coconut falling on your head than a shark attack. Comforting, until you realize how often you're lounging under 7 bowling-ball sized coconuts ready to fall :) <br />
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<strong>Welcoming Spirit of the South Pacific</strong><br />
We have met so many people who have invited us over for dinner, to stay in their house, and to meet up with on our travels. At first we were a bit weary, but these people are not scary. They are rugby-moms, dentists, and cab drivers. Even if we never take anyone up, it's refreshing to meet so many warm and welcoming people. <br />
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We met a group of people from all over the world who had met 6 weeks prior at the same place we stayed. On a village visit, they were discussing how it would be nice if the children's school were fixed up. One man decided to fund the project, and a group of 7 strangers from around the globe all came back to the Yasawas. The man shipped 2 and a half tons of materials to the village, where the group reunited and spent 2 weeks constructing the school, snorkeled a bit, had a beer, and went back to their families and lives. Incredible.<br />
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<strong>Hurricane Season</strong><br />
It is the beginning of hurricane season in Fiji. That scared me. It scared me more the first night we heard the loudest thunder I've ever heard in my life. Mike and I were playing checkers under a tarp outside, and within 10 minutes of the rain beginning, the tarp was so full it began to overflow. One of the locals put a garbage can under a corner, and the huge garbage can was almost full within an hour. The lights and electronics all went out, we looked around a little concerned, and a women came up to us and said, "Cyclone. In Fiji, when it rains, no power." It happened almost daily for a week. We're no longer nervous, actually, Mike and I went kayaking during the last one and had a blast (don't worry Mom we were in a safe enclosed cove).<br />
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<strong>American Stereotypes</strong><br />
We were literally the only Americans on Yasawa island. We didn't really advertise this, because it's not uncommon to overhear people saying things like: "oh, we don't need more of you around," or, "I'm sorry you have to deal with the damn Americans." Usually, when people ask where we are from we say Washington state, or Seattle. This is a good conversation starter, because a lot of girls from all over the place are intrigued about our state because of Twilight and Grey's Anatomy. It's funny, couples from England and Australia and Germany all have the same reaction. The girl says, "oooh have you been to Forks?" and the guy rolls his eyes and loses interest in the conversation. <br />
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One thing I found curious is how far American pop-culture has spread. On an island in the middle of nowhere we heard "My Milkshake" several times, a big band version of Snoop Dogg's greatist hits, and on movie night, the diverse crowd nearly unanimously voted to watch Will Ferrell and Marky Mark's "The Other Guys." One thing that hasn't spread over the rest of the world is our appreciation for the American version of the Office. During a dinner conversation with 8 people from all over the place, we had a very even-keeled discussion on healthcare, the economy, Korea, education, and technology. We didn't have any voices rising until the topic of British television was approached. I said, "we tried to appreciate the British version but just didn't find it as funny." People were slamming the table, yelling "Noooo!" and looking like they wanted to throw their fork at us (all in good fun, we still received an invite for a visit when we come to New Zealand). <br />
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<strong>The Funniest Moment so Far </strong><br />
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We went on a handline fishing expedition that was advertised to have great sunsets and lots of beer. It didn't have sunsets or beer, and it turns out handline fishing means fishing without a pole, but this was my favorite moment of the trip. The captain was from Fiji, and our fishing friends included Mark from Scotland, Mel and Robert from England, Maria from England, and a red-bearded guy with his dad from Germany. The German dad didn't speak English, but he was more determined to catch a fish than anyone. Mel and I each caught a fish, and our guide caught 3. It was apparent the German dad was getting anxious. He yelled, "gaaah!" and we all looked over, his line was very tight. He had a huge smile and started to reel in his line (which is literally just pulling on 70 feet of line). He was wearing a tiny speedo and a baby blue t-shirt that was just long enough to make you question whether or not he was wearing a speedo at all. It was pretty clear to everyone else that the fish was actually the hook being caught on the bottom, and we told him he might want to cut the line. He didn't stop reeling. He pulled for 20 minutes, sweating and kneeling on the floor of the boat in his speedo. Finally, after what seemed like forever, we could see a basketball sized piece of live coral attached to his line. He laughed and kept pulling until it was in the boat and yelled, "Yeah!" very proud of his catch.Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08845811539901834287noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1656357738995947156.post-85093882458546031932010-11-25T14:07:00.000-08:002010-11-25T14:07:12.747-08:00Waya Island and out to the Coral CoastGreetings from the Coral Coast of Fiji.<br />
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We spent the majority of the last week at the Octopus Resort on Waya Island (about an hour or so boat ride from mainland Fiji). Before heading out we toured around Nadi a bit. We walked into town and checked out the local shops and a Hindu Temple. We managed to take a cab out to the Garden of the Sleeping Giant which is an orchid garden with a series of trails and streams in the shadow of a mountain called the Sleeping Giant (named as such because when viewed from a distance it looks like a giant laying on his back yawning). On the way back to town we had a minor snafu with our cab driver when we accidentally left our camera in the cab. Forunately he had given us his number in case we wanted to get a ride elsewhere. With the help of a local woman we managed to get our camera back. She let us use her cell phone and when the cab driver said the camera wasn't there she grabbed the phone from me, got his cab number, and threatened to make it a police matter. Somehow he managed to find our camera and return it to us in 10 minutes. We went from crestfallen to elated over that and are so thankful for the woman that helped us out.<br />
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The next morning we learned that Fiji time goes both ways. More often than not things just move at there own pace and generally behind schedule. However this time our ride to the marina showed up an hour and a half early with no warning that we would be taking a different boat than the one we had booked. Luckily we were packed and ready. We took a boat out to Waya Island (part of the Yasawa chain). We were greeted warmly by the staff and soon enjoyed a Kava Ceremony and bon fire on the beach. We met a lot of nice people, some of whom are doing similar trips and that we hope to meet up with in other countries. We spent a lot of time beachside and probably spent around 10 hours snorkeling. There is an expansive coral reef just off shore with loads of fish. We managed to photograph much of the underwater scenery with our tough camera (it is able to go underwater down to 10 feet). We also did a short guided hike to the local village, Nalawaki. It is a village of 347 people, many of whom work at the resort. After a short tour we engaged in yet another Kava ceremony followed by song and dance. One night we went handline fishing, which was a blast abd Megan caught a fish... we aren't sure what kind but it had sharp teeth. We enjoyed great weather during our five days in the islands with exception of our last day in which we had to take a boat back to mainland Fiji. The rain poured and soaked us. The boatride wasn't terrible but the water was a little rough making for a bumpy ride. After arriving at the marina we caught a local bus out to the Coral Coast (about a two hour ride). <br />
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We arrived at the Beach House last night and have five days here. The weather is gray and rainy but they have a stable internet connection (which has been hard to find) so it is nice to feel connected to our friends and family back home. They also have cheap beer and cheap activities. I see a waterfall hike and snorkel excursion in the near future.<br />
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Well that's all for now. About a week left in Fiji then off to New Zealand.<br />
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Happy Thanksgiving to everyone back home! We miss you. Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08845811539901834287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1656357738995947156.post-6590703515874502352010-11-17T18:16:00.000-08:002010-11-17T18:16:42.605-08:00And We're Off!We are officially now on our trip, at our first stop Nadi, Fiji! We had a great lay-over at LAX, where our friend Ashlee came and took us to the Santa Monica boardwalk for a few hours, and we enjoyed some margaritas and tacos, and saw a film crew following some famous people (Mike is pretty sure it was Whitney Houston...although we didn't catch a glimpse of anyone's face). The flight to Nadi was long (11 hours), but luckily we were able to sleep. We are still feeling a bit out of whack because we left LA at 9:00 PM on the 16th, and arrived here at 5:00 AM on the 18th (because of the time changes). We've mostly been taking it easy, but did manage to have a couple adventures already. We went for a walk down the beach and got chased by two dogs, and then a man who at first appeared to be going after the dogs, but then called for us. He caught us and said "BULA!" (Fijian welcome), and told us that we were in luck because he was John, the famous coconut tree climber on the beach. He had already climbed 60 feet today to harvest some coconuts, and informed us we needed to each finish the juice and cream of one coconut to cleanse our systems. We didn't have any other plans, and he was a very nice guy. We followed him through a creek and a small jungle to a straw mat next to a shelf of coconuts and an ax, where he told us to sit. We drank the juice and chatted about the best places to go on the island, and he was very curious about Washington state. Then, we walked into town and got coralled into the back of a small shop for a traditional Kava Welcome ceremony (Kava is a drink mixed in a coconut bowl that looks and tastes like muddy water. It is the official drink of Fiji, and makes your tongue go numb and your mind feel at ease). The ceremony was nice, it was Mike, me, a man from the Netherlands and 3 men from Fiji. You sit barefoot and cross-legged in a circle, mix the drink in a bowl, pass around the coconut, and clap together during blessings. They did try to get us to buy a carving to bless our marriage afterwards, but we managed to leave without making any purchases. We came back to our hostel, and met a nice Australian family. Jared and Lily, the kids were chasing a mongoose under the pool, and ended up finding some change and forks. We talked for a bit with Jared and ended up giving him a Mississippi quarter for his coin collection, he was very fascinated and is now hoping to collect all fifty states. Tomorrow, we're off to the Shadow of the Sleeping Giant orchid garden and mud bath, then off to the Yasawa islands for some serious beach time. That's probably enough for day one, we'll write again when there is free internet available! <br />
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Oh - We now have a Washington phone number for free-texting, the number is 360-200-0265. We can only receive them when we have access to internet, but we would love to hear from you!Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08845811539901834287noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1656357738995947156.post-45902619212478554042010-10-20T14:36:00.000-07:002010-10-20T15:39:41.212-07:00Our Year of Adventure<div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Hello! </span></span></div><div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Mike and I will soon be taking off on an adventure, and we've created this page to keep our family and friends up to date. I can't quite believe I'm writing this because it does not feel real yet, but it will be reality very soon so here goes... </span></span></div><div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br style="line-height: 16px;" /></span></span></div><div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">After graduating college, finding jobs, and getting married, and saving up to buy a house, Mike and I had a change of heart, and we decided to change our direction for a bit. Last year, Mike were two signatures away from being owners of a nice little home in Bellingham, and preparing to adopt our white puppy Tundra, our little gray kitten with green eyes, and start to consider the possibility of children. The short-sale process took several months, and we found ourselves actually feeling disappointed when the bank accepted our offer.</span></span></div><div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">We decided we are not quite ready for that. After months of talking, thinking, analyzing and researching we've decided that there are some things we would like to do first. We've decided to have an adventure this year, and we will be working, traveling, and volunteering abroad. Both of our last days at work will be this Friday, October 22nd, and we move out of our apartment by Oct. 31st. Both things are bittersweet, because we could not have hoped for better jobs or a place to live for the past three years. We'll spend the first two weeks of November packing, preparing, celebrating Thanksgiving early, and visiting family around WA. On November 16th, we're off! There are parts that are planned and sections that are not, we're leaving plenty of room for suggestions and detours, but here is what we know:</span></span></div><div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"></div><ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">November: Nadi, Fiji - Snorkeling, diving, catching and cooking some crab and fish, enjoying kava and coconuts </span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">December & January: New Zealand - We will be working at a winery on the north island, hiking and sight-seeing the south, then some labor in the sun picking apples and living in migrant worker cabins in an orchard.</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">February: Australia - Visiting my old roommate and friend Ray and her boyfriend Chris in Sydney, taking a road trip north, a temporary HR position, and enjoying the beaches and kangaroos</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">March-June: Thailand, Vietnam, Cambodia - Teaching English in Chiang Mai while living with a Thai family in a thatched roof hut, biking through rice fields, taking a muay thai boxing class, visiting an elephant rehabilitation center, and building a house with Habitat for Humanity. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;">Exploring as much of SE Asia as time allows.</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">June: Maui - Reuniting with some wonderful friends to celebrate Brooke and Chris' wedding</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">July: Home! </span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">We're hoping that we'll have enough energy and finances to buy a round trip ticket to London and spend Summer and Fall 2011 backpacking Europe and Egypt, and work a seasonal job in Greece</span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Winter 2011 - Back to reality (probably), and fully prepared for working hard, training puppies, home-ownership, raising babies, picking out paint chips, and appliance shopping :)</span></span></li>
</ul><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Most of our plane tickets have been purchased, but our plan is not set in stone, and we're planning to have allow for plenty of flexibility. Our goals are to experience life in completely different cultures, to understand the world from a new standpoint, to learn to live off of only what we need, to eat delicious foods and learn some recipes we can share at home (tourism T</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;">uesday!), to get to know other travelers and locals, to make a difference, to grow to better understand our selves and each other, and challenge and solidify our beliefs. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">We are so fortunate to have people in our lives who have done some incredible trips, and we hope that you'll send us your favorite destinations, must-see attractions, and advice for living out of a backpack. I apologize that we weren't able to tell everyone in person. We have an unending to-do list, and we are overwhelmed with excitement. We are hopeful, nervous, anxious, and very sad to leave but we know it is the right thing for us to do. We are convinced that the experience will help us grow and learn and see things we couldn't have known otherwise. We'll take plenty of pictures and post updates here, via email, and Skype (contact info to come). </span></span></div><div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br style="line-height: 16px;" /></span></span></div><div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">There is no doubt that we will miss you, please keep in touch! Love, Megan & Mike</span></span></div><div><br />
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