Friday, February 28, 2014

Week 2: The Siren Song of the Shire

Big change today as I'm leaving Australia to fly to New Zealand.  I've signed up for a 30 day camping/cycling tour of both NZ islands.  The tour starts Monday and im not sure if I will have web access along the way.  It should be great smelly fun!  Details at
http://www.flyingkiwi.com/

After the month in NZ, I plan on flying back to OZ and then continuing north to the Whitsundays and great barrier reef ... but I may stay in NZ for a bit longer if the Flight of the Concord ask me to tour with them :)


Look forward to hearing from you, Traveling T

Saturday, February 22, 2014

Week 1: Fake Tales of San Francisco Echo through the Air

Well the nice thing about not having a travel plan is that you never fall behind schedule!

My last post was leaving Sydney after being in the city for less than 24-hours … clearly I’m going to have to double back before I leave the Pacific to give that town its fair due.  My second stop was camping with the locals near the town of Forster.  Thanks again to Dave Kelley for the camping invite and coordinating drivers for me to and from the cabins.  Dave, I apologize again for hijacking your Tinder account and making some ‘improvements’ on your behalf :)

For some reason, Ausie’s don’t really like to pronounce an ‘r’ that appears in the middle of a word, so Forster is pronounced Foster.  To make up for this linguistic slight, Ausie’s throw in a ‘r’ at the end of words that don’ have one.  For instance ‘no idea’ is pronounced more like ‘no eye deer’.  Coincidentally, no-one in Australia drinks the beer Fosters and you can’t find it in a bottle shop.

Speaking of beer … I found Sierra Nevada here for the low-low price of $22 per 6-pack.  Comparatively, you can get it for around $20 per 24-pack in California.   Which brings to mind … this country is very expensive.  If you ever come to visit, expect everything to cost about double what you had in mind.

After camping, I went to Byron Bay.  Byron is a backpackers party scene paradise set on a seemingly endless white sand beach.  Each day has been delightfully the same.  Late breakfast before a surfing lesson, drinks with fellow students, a quick nap, then a pub crawl with the Europeans that line the streets.  The title of this post relates to the fact that I now just tell everyone I’m from San Francisco rather than the sleepy hamlet 80-miles away known as Sacramento.  Most peeps love SF and they seem excited to talk about their last visit – who am I to deny that level of enthusiasm …

I planned on spending 2 days in Byron, but it ballooned to 2 weeks.  This is not an uncommon tale to extend one’s stay here.  The current plan is to head north this Friday before I grow dreadlocks and consider being in a drum circle as my second career.

The attached photos are from one of the smaller Byron beaches.  There is a great hike that you can take along this beach to a lighthouse that is the eastern most part of the country.  While on that hike, I saw a pod of dolphins surf the waves near the shore break.  To be any more magical a scene, you would have to throw in some unicorns shooting rainbows out of their horns.

Other than heading north soon, I don’t really have a plan.  I’m thinking about Frasier Island and then the Whit Sundays.  If the weather is good I may go up to Cairns and see if I can dive the great barrier reef.  Options abound – if you are in the general vicinity, please come join me.


- Tony

Thursday, February 13, 2014

DAY 1: Tales of prostitutes and beauty


Hi gang!  I've just finished my first 24 hours in Australia.   The trip started off on a great note since Gabe was nice enough to take me to the San Francisco airport all the way from Sacramento.  Thanks Gabe!

Heidi gave me free ticket (thanks Heidi!) direct to sydney on standby.  It was touch and go whether I would get a free first class ride, instead I was put in a row with a screaming baby, in a middle seat neighbored by two huge obese men who's adipose spilled over from their seat into mine.  Faced with the prospect of 15 hours of sonic terrorism and being swaddled by other mens pannis' I took the cowards way out and took enough sleeping pills to down a charging rhino.  Next thing I knew I was landing in Sydney.

I took the bus to Bondi beach and checked into the first hostel I found with a private room.  The attached picture is from Bondi.  The Bondi area is like combining the best parts of Waikiki and Rio.  The people are just as stunning as the backdrop ... they all look like Olivia Newton John and Patrick Rafter in their prime.

The people are extremely friendly.  Matt's (ICF friend) buddy Dave (Sydney local) invited me to a surfing birthday party near the town of Foster.  A friend of Dave (who I have never met) will be driving me 4 hours to the beach cabins ... unbelievable friendliness abounds ...

The first person I met in Sydney was a very comely 40 year old escort who is writing a book about her life as a high priced prostitute.   I was super jet lagged and fresh off the plane sitting in a health food store not expecting such fantastic company ...

Day 1 was so amazing, I may have already peaked and the rest of the trip will be downhill!

Time to pack up and get ready to go surfing ...


- Tony