Sunday, December 25, 2011

One fish, two fish, red fish, blue fish

One fish
Two fish






Red fish

Blue Fish


















Cairns! 
Ready to go!
Scott, Sonya, Miles, and me
One of the coolest things that I have ever done is scuba dive on the Great Barrier Reef. A few days after final exams ended Sonya, Miles, Scott and I flew to Cairns for scuba and snorkeling adventures. We rented an underwater camera to document the whole thing. Our trip went out in the morning and started with some sun baking out on the top of the boat. A short way into the boat ride they called us all inside for the scuba briefing. It was miserably hot and crowded in the small room where they talked to us. I thought poor Sonya was going to yak. They won’t over the basic rules and regulations for scuba diving and then split us up into groups to go into the water. The instructors took us down in groups of four, which was perfect! After a little manipulation, the four of us got to go in the same group.
            Since none of us are scuba certified we did an introductory dive, which meant that we were only allowed to go as deep as 8 meters and had to be with the instructor the entire time. It may sound like it is not as fun as being certified and having more freedom under the water, but it was awesome! It was a fantastic way to try it out without having to pay a few hundred bucks to get certified. So when it was our group’s turn, we suited up in sting suits (it was jelly fish season) and scuba gear and jumped in the water. We submerged just at the end of the boat to practice clearing our masks and taking our regulators (the bit that you breathe through) in and out. These are the two skills that are considered necessary for an intro dive. Once we could do both of these and were comfortable clearing our ears, down we went!
            If you don’t know how far 8 meters is (don’t feel badly, I certainly didn’t) it is about 26 feet, which was plenty deep enough to get down to the ocean floor in the area that we were exploring. I had a little trouble getting my ears to clear, which was uncomfortable, but other than that it was AMAZING. I have always thought that it would be really cool to be a fish, because I love how it feels to sit under the water and now I could actually breathe while I sat under there! The fish on the reef were just what I expected too, mostly flashy and bright-colored.
Baracuda
            After scuba diving, we stripped down to just our snorkel gear and jumped back out. I have never been a huge fan of snorkeling. I think the whole idea of floating on the surface with my back exposed made me uncomfortable. Not to mention I am usually cold and shivering within about 5 minutes. But the water temp on the reef was perfect and for some reason, after scuba diving I was much more comfortable with the snorkeling. We goofed around for quite a while chasing fish and taking lots of cheesy photos and videos. I think it’s safe to say that we had the most fun out of anyone out there that day. After lunch the boat stopped at another good spot and while other people went scuba diving, or rode in a helicopter, we went snorkeling again. It was just as fun as the first place just with new fishy friends. I won’t go into detail describing each and every fish, I’ll just mention my one barracuda friend. I first saw him from the boat and had to ask one the snorkel instructor guys what kind of fish the big fella was. He was still hanging around by the time we got back in the water, so I chased after him to take a few photos. I thought he was super cool while I was the one chasing him, but as soon as he turned around and started coming after me I got a little freaked out. I swam really quickly back to the boat. I laughed about it later, but at the time it was pretty startling, especially when he got close enough for me to see his pointy little teeth.
View from the Promenade
The Lagoon
            The rest of our time in Cairns was fairly uneventful. We went out one night to the club attached to the hostel we were staying at (Gilligan’s) to watch jelly wrestling. Gilligan's was a party-oriented hostel that always had some sort of drinking-related activity going on. We chose to be spectators in most of them rather than participating. Australian Jelly is the equivalent to our Jell-O. Turns out jelly wrestling is not nearly as cool as we thought it would be. It’s actually just pretty trashy and dumb. We called it a night as soon as it was over. There is not much to do in Cairns other than party and go out on the reef. The beach is inaccessible because there are too many jelly fish (and sometimes crocodiles) to go swimming. There is a nice walk along the edge of the water called the promenade, and a cool swimming pool called the lagoon. We hung around the lagoon a fair bit because it was too hot to be outside and not be near water. We also swam in and laid by the pool at Gilligan’s. Overall, Cairns was not terribly exciting, but the time on the reef more than made up for it.
Miles and Me
This picture just makes me laugh. Miles didn't bring a towel, so he used his blanket...


Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Bali

I suppose I will tell you about the rest of our Bali adventure as well, seeing as I did do more than just mess with my hair.


Sunset in Kuta 
Overall impression of Bali: Hectic. They thrive on tourism, so when you walk through the markets, every one wants you to come to THEIR stall and buy THEIR goods, and they are not quiet or shy about it. This results in a lot of people yelling at you to buy their stuff all at once, even if you aren’t even shopping.
And beautiful. The beaches stretch on for days; the water is clear, blue, and lined with palm trees; the rice paddies are vast and green; the sunsets over the ocean bright red and orange; and the temples are draped in orange and yellow. Overall, Bali was colorful and exciting!

Places we went: Kuta, Ubud, Seminyak, Nusa Dua.

Accommodation:
Everything in Bali is cheap so we got to stay in nice hotels. We felt very spoiled after sleeping in spaceships and hostels! The rooms were all really nice; sometimes we had connecting rooms, shared a big room or just completely separate. Most of the hotels also had sweet pools, which we spent a fair amount of time in because it was so stinkin’ hot! The coolest hotel was in Ubud. It didn’t have air conditioning, which was tough, but it had a very rugged and tropical feel to it. There was a good-sized room downstairs and a bedroom upstairs and we had two rooms connected. The bathrooms were the best part though, they had walls and a roof but they were outside! So when we showered it sort of felt like we were showering in the jungle.

Activities:
Shopping: We did lots of shopping through the markets. Everything is really cheap over there so it was one of the few places where I felt like I could shop.

Fish nibbling on our feet. So weird. 
Cheap Massages: 15 dollars for over 2 hours. We had the little fish eat the dead skin off of our feet. I don’t know that I liked it; it tickled a little too much. Then they did a full body massage, body scrub and facial. Possibly the only time I’ll ever be able to afford such treatment, it was quite nice! (Minus the trouble I had sitting still for 2 hours).

Riding elephants: I was really excited to go ride elephants, but when we got there I saw that the elephants were chained to the ground, and it made me feel really sad/guilty. It was so unnatural and mean.
 The first thing we did was feed the elephants. I got excited all over again when they walked about 6 elephants up to a small fence and we got to feed them. I was feeding a big one on the end while Sonya took photos. All of the sudden the elephant I was feeding swung her trunk at me and knocked me right off of my feet! I fell pretty hard onto the cement, but made out with just a small scrape on my knee. Startled the heck out of me though. I was embarrassed too because everyone heard me fall and all the older ladies in our group were all concerned and fussy. As one of the guys that works cleaned off my knee, he told me that I shouldn’t have teased that particular elephant because she was pregnant. Well, sorrrrrrryyyy! How was I supposed to know she was hormonal? And I’m not sure how to “tease” an elephant; did she hear me say that she looked fat??
Lechip, Sonya and Me
            After the feeding incident, we watched the elephants put on a show, they sat when they were told, kicked soccer balls, answered math problems, walked in circles…the usual circus tricks. It was entertaining, but all very showy. After the show we got to ride them. Each elephant held two people so Sonya and I rode together. We sat up on a seat on the elephant’s back while one of the guys that worked there sat on the head to guide the elephant around the trail. Our elephant’s name was Lechip and I was happy that he was a boy and therefore had no chance of being pregnant and hormonal. Made me feel much safer. We chose to ride at night, which was very cool and peaceful, but we hadn’t really thought about the fact that you can’t see much when it’s dark…woops. It was still pretty sweet, they had some lights lining the path so we could see some of our surroundings, just not a whole lot. After the ride we ate a delicious buffet dinner overlooking a pond in the elephant’s enclosure area. The food was excellent.

Yoga:  My two favorite Bali activities were Yoga and walking through rice paddies. We found place called the Yoga Barn to take a yoga class in Ubud. We got there plenty early, but found out the Power Yoga class that we wanted to take was at a different location. We got some pathetic directions and wandered the street for a while looking for it. We had almost given up when a nice Australian couple helped us out. It was just further down the street that we were on. We got there just after it started and the instructor was happy to let us join.
            It was easily one of the best yoga classes that I have ever taken. It was in a big open pavilion just off the road. I don’t like complete silence, so I welcomed the background noise that came from the street. Like I said, it was a power yoga class, so along with the normal poses and sequences, we also got to work on forearm stands and hand stands. It was a very relaxed and fun atmosphere. We were encouraged to work on things that we find challenging and had input in which poses we worked on as opposed to following a predetermined routine.
            The instructor was an American named Denise and she was covered in tattoos. I found it interesting that although she was all inked up, I only ever looked at her face. She had such a bright and friendly personality that I could not tell you what a single one of her tattoos were. I left yoga feeling on top of the world. I felt clear headed, relaxed, content and completely happy. Reminded me to slow down and enjoy what was around me instead of rushing from one thing to another.
            While Kim and I did yoga, the other girls took a cooking class at the hotel. One of the cooks took them to the market to buy all the ingredients and then back to the hotel to cook lunch. They were finishing just as we got back from yoga, which was perfect because then we go to help eat the lunch! I think they were a bit disappointed with the class because they said it was more of them watching the cook do all the work than actually getting to cook themselves. (I was glad I chose yoga instead.)

One of the many statues 
Walk through the rice paddies: As I said, my other favorite activity was the walk through the rice paddies. We paid $20 each for a private guide to take us on a half-day adventure. We first did some sightseeing through Ubud on the way out to the paddies. They have really epic statues in Bali towns; they are HUGE and all white. Everything else is usually either very green or sort of brown and dirty, and then all of the sudden you are confronted with ginormous white horses and men towering above the car. They create a very stark contrast.
            We walked through the paddies next. I’m not sure exactly how long we spent walking, but it was probably around 2 hours. Everything was so green; it was absolutely beautiful. Our guide’s name was Ry and he was a goofball. In the first five minutes he swiped a snake out of a tree, swung it around, and launched it out in the rice. He kept telling us throughout the walk to be careful over the small bridges (which were usually a very small log) and to have good balance. Of course, over one bridge just as he was saying this, he slipped and ate it. Couldn’t have been better timing and since he wasn’t hurt, it was very funny. He wasn’t the only one who fell; I think Emilia and Kelsey also fell at least once each. Very clumsy crew.
Green Rice Paddies 
Farmers in their home
            Nestled in between the rice fields were farmers homes, one of which we visited. By our standards, it would have been considered just a hut shared with several cows and a couple of pigs (and the smells that accompany both). Their bed was little more than a shelf. It was a complete eye opener to see how primitively (I hope that’s the right word) they lived. They were very gracious in welcoming us in to look around and offered us a snack of the rice and coconut variety. Ry told us to tip them before we left so we gave them a small note as we walked out. It wouldn’t have been more than a few cents to us, but that is how much he recommended. That in itself was another eye opener. The change that we might find under the couch was enough to put a huge smile on their faces. It was incredibly humbling.
Fresh coconut water! 
            Towards the end of the adventure, we walked up a man shimmying up a palm tree and tossing down coconuts. We were invited to sit at the bottom of the tree (out of the drop-zone) and Ry split the coconuts open for us to drink the water. I have never tasted anything so fresh and pure. Makes the coconut water I buy from Trader Joes seem like a bit of a joke. It is hard to capture how epic it was here, re-telling it now just does not do it justice.
            After the rice paddies, we stopped at a black sand beach (the sand was really shiny) and a couple of temples. The temples were interesting. They are decorated with lots of yellow and orange and are bright and cheery looking. They are filled with statues of little men with various facial expressions, as well as larger statues of all kinds of beings and animals. To get in, we had to pay a small donation to get a sash to wear as a skirt.  It was fun to walk around, but very hot (and we were getting hungry), so we did not end up staying very long.

Monkeys 
Entrance to one of the biggest temples  
Monkey Forest: there is a monkey sanctuary in Ubud where you can go feed wild monkeys… of course we went. It was only a couple of dollars to get in and to buy a bunch of small bananas. Calling them “wild” monkeys is slightly misleading; they are clearly conditioned to being fed by tourists and are very assertive in getting bananas. One of them tried to grab my bag right off my shoulder within seconds of walking in. Another monkey lunged at Kim with his teeth bared, one jumped on Emilia’s back and a few climbed all over Sonya. Seems that all of us had some kind of animal incident. My elephant experience was a big reminder that even tame animals can catch you off guard, so I mostly kept my distance and as soon as they grabbed any banana I quickly backed away. It was really fun to walk around the jungly-looking paths with monkeys hanging out everywhere.
Monkey Friend

            Surfing: The last day we were there Sonya and I drove a hard bargain and rented a surfboard for a short time. We charged out and caught a good few waves before packing up our stuff to leave. Although it would have been fun to surf the whole day away, we were happy to at least have a taste of the Bali waves. The sun was out and the water was warm. I always love being able to surf without a wetsuit!
            As a side note, the beach was the perfect place to watch the sunset…except for the last day when it was cloudy and we could see absolutely nothing. 

The people: Our group was made up of five girls: Sonya, Kim, Emilia, Kelsey and myself. I was a little nervous about traveling with all girls, but we couldn’t have had a better group. Even though not everyone knew each other before we left, we had no drama and everyone got along really well.
People in Bali were really friendly. I was worried at first about taking pictures of them working in the fields and in their villages because it felt very rude and invasive. But one of our guides told us that they usually don’t mind. I always felt better when I asked first, and I was rarely turned down when I did. I don’t think I would like very much if someone started taking photos of me going about my daily life, but their lifestyles and ways of living are so different from ours that it was hard not to. The Balinese people were very excited to have American tourists. They kept telling us to go back to the states and tell all of our friends and families to go to Bali. Turns out they found us just as interesting and several of them even wanted pictures with us. Made me feel better about asking for pictures with them.

Fruit galore 
Food: My favorite food in Bali was the fruit. Nearly everywhere we went served fresh banana, watermelon, grapes, and papaya with lime. It was DELICIOUS! We also tried some new fruits that I can’t remember the names of. It was also very inexpensive to eat out, we bought lunch and dinner meals for easily under $5. It was so cheap that we felt like we could get food AND a drink, and sometimes even dessert! My favorite place that we ate was a restaurant that was on the beach. As in our feet were in the sand under the table. They also had beanbags that you could lounge around in, so we sat in those to eat dessert and digest for a big after dinner.

I'm a Millionaire!
Money: their currency is such that for the first (and in all likelihood, last ) time we were all millionaires! Woohoo! It is amazing how much you can spend even when everything is so cheap. It adds up so quickly.

Like most of the trips I have been on, it is impossible to capture it all in a blog. I have several more Bali stories to share, but they may have to wait till later. I do feel like I should mention that we went to Bali during our study week before finals. It seemed like too good of a travel opportunity to pass up, so I completed all of my study guides before I left and took them with me. I would be lying if I said I studied very much (which is ok to admit now since I passed all of my exams), but I have photographic proof that I studied at least once in the pool in Nusa Dua…It wasn’t staged at all…
See, I'm studying! 

Courtney's 21st


Courtney and Me 

One of the closest friends that I have made in Wollongong turned 21 on the 17th of November. On the 15th a bunch of us got together to celebrate (I know this was a while ago, but I thought it was worth mentioning). Even though the drinking age here is 18, twenty-first birthdays merit large celebrations.
Ice cream cake! 



The Impossible Champagne Bottle 
All the girls 
The party was held at Salt Apartments in Wollongong. We were out on the balcony of the top level where there was a lovely view of the footy stadium and the beach. It was all girls (except for Courtney’s dad and brother) and we got all dressed up. Some of the girls I knew from Uni and the rest were new friends! It was a very silly night with yummy food, home-made pina coladas and sangria, an epic ice cream cake, dancing babushkas, an impossible champagne bottle, and lots and lots of laughs. 

Sunday, December 11, 2011

Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow


It might seem silly to be writing about hair, but bear with me, it gets interesting I promise. I have always been restless with my hair, but in the past few months I have taken it to a whole new level. Early in the session I did my usual hair chop and cut it to just above my shoulders. Ok, nothing crazy.

Fast-forward a bit. I went to Bali and spent the entire second night (and I do mean ENTIRE) of the trip getting Dreadlocks. Although this probably seems random, I have secretly wanted them for quite some time. I met two guys within about a week of each other who both had really good-looking dreads. So I got the courage to ask the second one I saw (I only found out much later that the two guys were brothers) how he got them done and he said he had someone in Bali do it. Seeing as how I was leaving for Bali the very next day, I took that as a good sign and decided to go for it.

So we spent the whole first day in Bali walking around, shopping in the markets and looking for someone to dread my hair. It was harder than I expected to find someone who did real dreads without using wax. (Apparently, when it’s done with wax it smells really gross). We finally stumbled into Bali Family Tattoo parlor around 5 pm that had a guy that dreaded hair with a needle (which is the best way to do it, rats the hair with no product). The catch was that this guy worked at their other studio, which we didn’t know how to get to. The guy at the first studio said it was not a problem and that he would send someone to pick us up. This made me nervous, but we were on a mission. Little did we know that our ride would be 3 guys on mopeds. It was either take a chance or not get dreads…so we took a chance (don’t be mad, Mom!). Most likely not the smartest choice, but we thought since all three of use would be together (our other two friends went back to the hotel) that it would be all right. This part of the plan fell through almost immediately, my moped friend pulled over to pull out the foot peg for me and when I looked up the other two had disappeared in front of us. I started getting REALLY nervous then. All kinds of thoughts were racing through my head, “oh, shit.” and “ well, this guy is pretty scrawny, I could take him if I had to”. We were winding down side streets and it seemed to take forever. I kept checking to make sure there were always around other people and I was ready the bail at the first sign of trouble. Eventually we pulled up to Tattoo parlor #2 and Sonya and Emilia were waiting out front for me. Turns out they were just as nervous as I was when they looked back and saw I was gone. Also turns out that we were overreacting and these guys were very nice and polite and caused us no trouble. Not something I will be doing again anytime in the near future though, all I could think about was how my dad warned me just before I left to not take any rides from strangers (it’s always the first rule, just ask Liam Neeson). Sorry, Dad!

Last photo of normal hair 
            So with adrenaline pumping, we went in to the parlor and met Lenny. Lenny was a pretty cool dude who had long dreads himself (somewhat more reassuring than a woman on the street who sells dresses and pulls out a stool when she hears you want dreads). After brief introductions, Lenny gestured to a cushion on the floor and told me to sit.

Step 1: sectioning and ratting
Nine hours later, my dreads were done and I was beyond tired and cranky. To be honest, I don’t know how anyone could sit on the floor and have their hair pulled for nine hours and NOT be tired and cranky. Since we had started so late, we didn’t make it back to the hotel until around 4 in the morning. The process itself was interesting (minus the painful hair pulling) and the other girls took lots of pictures. He first separated it all into small sections and ratted each one just by twisting and pulling it. Then he went back with his needle and tightened each and made them look like actual dreads. This was the part that took so long. Every time we asked how much longer it would be, Lenny told us, “ooh, it will be very long. Many, many more dreads to do. Be here several hours”. Of course, we didn’t really believe him. He never gave us any specific numbers so we thought he was just pulling our leg. He wasn’t. It took FOREVER.

Step 2: Needle work. 
I didn’t know if it was just the crankiness, but I wasn’t super thrilled with them at first. I figured they would just take some getting used to. Turns out, it wasn’t just the crankiness, and I really didn’t like them. They ended up being way more work than I realized. Lenny told me that I was not allowed to get them wet for at least a couple of weeks, which in itself was a huge problem. Here I was staying on a beautiful beach and I wasn’t allowed to get my hair wet?? That’s no fun. And Bali is not a cold place…we were sweating quite a lot every day, and I wasn’t allowed to wash my hair?? Again, no fun.

Much needed stretch break 
The Dreads lasted a grand total of two weeks and 1 day. In the middle of finals I went to the hair salon at Uni and had them chopped off. This was a significantly shorter process that was much more satisfying and provided a lot of laughs. They were able to salvage quite a bit of hair by cutting them mostly off and then combing out a bit that had loosened near the roots. I initially resembled a newborn chicken when this was all combed out. After a conditioning treatment and a bit of a trim, I had a normal haircut! Just one that was substantially shorter than when I started.



Troopers 
 Any logical person would say that I should have researched dreads better before I got them done and should have known what I was getting into. While I agree with this, I am glad that I acted somewhat impulsively. I wouldn’t have really known if I liked them without ever trying. I keep telling people, “It could have been really cool…it just wasn’t”. I find the whole situation pretty funny and I do not regret it a bit. My hair is growing surprisingly fast and I think I will be back to my side pony in no time.  


 The full saga:


        

Saturday, December 3, 2011

Next stop: Darwin

One more day lounging in Paradise, then tonight we are heading to Darwin! I'm really excited for our outback adventure, I hope that we survive the heat....and the crocodiles and box jellyfish. I suppose I will swim lots today and get my fix so I can avoid the more deadly waters to come!

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

I'm still alive! And still hot. Don't remember if I mentioned it before, but hostels in Gold Coast do not believe in air conditioning. Makes sleeping a bit uncomfortable. That being said, it is perfect beach weather, which is good because the beaches here are gorgeous. (I am staying in Surfer's Paradise for the week if anyone wants to google image it.) I would love to sit here and write tons more, for example, I would tell you all about the wildlife sanctuary that we went to yesterday, BUT I am using free internet at a travel store and there is a long line of internet hungry travelers staring me down to give up this computer. So, once again I can only leave you with the promise that I will tell all kinds of stories...eventually. 


Look at me go, I included the link to Surfer's Paradise Google Images for ya! Hope it actually works, Cheers

Friday, November 25, 2011

Happy Turkey Day

Hellooooo. I have not forgotten about the blog, I have just been off on adventures! I won't go into detail yet (because internet access is limited), but since Tathra, I have been quite busy! I went to Bali, finished finals, went scuba diving and snorkeling on the Great Barrier Reef, and spent a day exploring Brisbane in the rain, among other things. Sonya and I have been moseying our way around the East Coast and enjoying every bit of it. Today we caught a train and two buses from Brisbane down to Byron Bay. I love it here already, it seems like a cool, funky beach town. I called home earlier today and got to talk to the rents and a couple of the grandparents, but unfortunately, I just missed everyone else who was there for the turkey feast. So hello to all the rest of you too! Sorry I missed you, I hope you all had a wonderful Thanksgiving. I miss home a lot, especially today, but I am happy that I stayed to explore some more. I would not have been satisfied to go home until I squeezed in these last few adventures. That being said, I am so excited to see everyone at Christmas! Less than a month, it feels bittersweet on this end already.

Welp, we are off to explore the town and hopefully find some good grub. I have been craving mexican food, but I suppose that will have to wait (it barely exists here). I will tell you all kinds of stories when I am back on my own computer and am able to include picture, etc. In the meantime, hope you all are enjoying the onset of winter and remember, while you are piling on the sweaters I will be at the beach! (Sorry Mom, had to rub it in a little). Adios!