Sunny Thailand

Everyone associates Thailand with paradise, and it’s tough not to when all the guidebooks have the same shot of a long-tailboat docked off the coast of Phi Phi Island. Sadly, it’s likely to lose its charm after another decade of tourism, thanks to the shooting of “The Beach”. You can probably still get a private charter to go out there on low season and have Maya Beach all to yourself, so aim for a trip between end of April and into the start of June.

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About a month ago, the country was struck by a series of heavy rain and many small villages suffered from flooding. I almost cancelled because I was worried about the reported mudslides taking place, but a friend reassured me that Phuket was hardly affected and that the weather was likely to change dramatically over the course of 3 weeks… and it did!

I’ve had nothing but sun, since day one. Clear blue skies, hot and humid. There was one night when it rained heavily, but it really just helped to bring down the persistently high temperature. After Phi Phi, I decided to venture Northeast off the coast towards islands of the Andaman Sea. I went to Ta Chai and Surin Islands – the former for its white beach and the latter for snorkeling around the different dive sites. Both were pretty empty and almost completely devoid of tourists when I went. Most of the people I saw on the island were also Thai locals having a vacation.

At Surin Islands, about 7km south of the Burmese border, we met a traditional Mokken sea gypsy village, the same group that currently resides in the Burma Mergui Archipelago. Many of them are still nomadic people and spend most of their lives roaming the sea on small handcrafted wooden boats. We docked near several coral reefs where we saw variations of pipefishes, eels, titan triggerfishes, a black tipped reef shark, and indian sailfin tangs – they were everywhere! I couldn’t believe how clear the water was… it was also shallow enough that you could see the bottom pretty well even when you’re snorkeling. I would’ve loved to stay overnight at the national park, but it probably would’ve cost a small fortune. So we headed off in the late afternoon and I prepped for my cycling tour the next day.

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Now I pride myself in being relatively athletic, and generally consider myself as physically fit… but I’m no cyclist. I was told that it would be a long ride crossing Sarasin Bridge and into the Thai Muang region, about 55km (a lot for a beginner), but I wasn’t told about the changing terrains. We were a small group with one guide, but 2 of the participants were professional cyclists, one was an avid surfer that cycled to work everyday, and another was an ex-professional boxer that cycles every weekend. Needless to say, I tended to be at the tail-end of each leg of our tour. We cycled through some beautiful areas though… through pineapple plantations, rubber plantations, a former tin mining village, a sea-side town, a buddhist and a chinese temple, a fish sanctuary, and finished the long ride at a waterfall. I couldn’t believe how difficult it was to cycle over grass, sand, gravel, and uneven rocks. And there were so many hills! I am now, officially, a pro at changing bike gears. Next step: buy my own bike.

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The day after, I thought about laying low and just relaxing before my flight back to Sydney, but I discovered a SNUBA dive center in Phuket. After my failed SCUBA diving attempt in Kauai, I thought I’d give myself a second chance and take it a little easier this time around. I have to admit, I’m envious of people who are certified SCUBA divers. After seeing all the coral life I spotted from just snorkeling, I could only imagine what it must be like if I were to descend more than 20 meters. With SNUBA, I didn’t have to worry about wearing the tank and there’s no heavy gear… just a snorkeling mask, a few weights to help neutralize my floatation underwater, and a regulator connected to a raft about 10 meters up. Perfect.

It still took a few minutes to get used to it, but once I was comfortable, it was too easy. I had such a great time! If I were staying longer, I would’ve decided on the spot to register for a SCUBA certification course. And our guides were incredibly informative. It was totally the highlight of my trip. They pointed out so many things underwater like batfish, butterfly fish, clownfish, a school of Barracuda (big ones!), sea cucumbers, scorpion fish (deadly!), triggerfish, moray eels, and lots more… they also shared stories about past dives in Honduras and Borneo. Their passion for diving was so contagious… it made me wish I were living in a place like Thailand.

I’ve got tons of underwater photos from Rachai Yai, but still waiting on it to get developed… I’ll post them as soon as I have them!

Perhaps I can pay Thailand another visit next year…

Musings before Tokyo & Hong Kong

[quick recap]

Last month, after more than 15 years of being away, I finally visited Manila. It’s sad that it took me more than a year since moving to Sydney to make that decision, and I really owe it to Chris (who convinced me that traveling anywhere in SE Asia is cheap, so I might as well go to the one place I’ve been meaning to visit since I left when I was 10 years old).

I’m really glad I did it. If only, to catch up with family that I haven’t seen for so long, and to briefly reacquaint myself with the city I partly grew up in. We also had a chance to travel out of Manila and fly south to Palawan – it really is a beautiful part of the country, if you’ve never been; and unbelievably affordable (really good) seafood. Good times. Woo hoo!

Now, on to the next things on my itinerary!

This Wednesday, I’m flying out again – on my way to Tokyo. It’ll be a short trip with less than 4 full days. I want to see the Meiji Shrine, Tsukiji Fish Market, watch Kabuki-za Theater, walk around Akihabara Electric Town, wander and people watch around Harajuku, and check out Kabuki-cho (the redlight district); nevermind the number of things I want to eat while I’m there or the countless bars Kat will drag me to. I’m sort of looking forward to the culture shock. In the meantime, I’m desperately trying to memorize “Eigo o Hanasemasuka” and “Eii Wakarimasen”.

Hong Kong should be a little easier because I have a full week, with Saturday as a back up. I’m mostly looking forward to the Yum Cha and Congee. It’s also a huge plus that it’s really a “business trip” so my ‘room & board’ are covered. Because I also know a few people based in HK, it’ll be a lot easier to make my way around the city. I’ve jotted down a few things like the Wong Tai Sin Temple, the Kowloon Waterfront, Mong Kok, and Lan Kwai Fong’s tower of beers… somehow, I sense a theme.

Either way. Should be fun!

Surf Camp – Seal Rocks

On Friday, we left Sydney at 7:15PM; lugging wheelies, backpacks, pork buns, sushi, and too many bottles of water. We also brought Taboo, a deck of cards, a Frisbee, a volleyball, and a bottle of Ketel One. To take our mind off the 3-1/2 to 4-hour journey to Seal Rocks, we picked up a mixer on our first stop and, soon after, enjoyed the long drive.

We headed north, past the Central Coast and even further than Newcastle, all the way to sleepy Myall Lakes. Surrounded by coastal woodlands and long isolated beaches, it really sets the tone for a surfing trip. At the most eastern tip of Myall Lakes, just facing the Tasman Sea is Seal Rocks. There’s about 4 or 5 beaches surrounding the area, some with larger swells than others. This past weekend, an arctic front made its way to Oz and gave us several 3 meter waves. The great thing about the learning process though is that we only work with broken waves and it, more or less, followed the same sequence of events. You walk about 15 meters out to sea (or get as close as possible to the point break without being carried by a rip). Then, wait until the swell is just about 3 meters away before getting on the board. Finally, while on the board, paddle like your life depends on it and stand up as if you’ve already done it dozens of times.

Naturally, there’s all sort of issues that come up along the way… like getting carried by an undertow, getting caught or tangled on your leggie, paddling too close to where it breaks, falling off your board… a lot… but it’s so much fun!

Our accommodation wasn’t much (it was arranged by Wave Surf School): we had bore water (a.k.a. brown water), breakfast was a weird pairing of plain fried eggs and cereal, there was an army of mosquitoes in our “cabana”, and let’s not talk about what we discovered underneath the mattresses… but all these shortfalls counted for something… sort of. Let’s just say it was a bonding experience.

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[on our way to the beach in the AM]
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[long boards!...]
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[our cozy room for 7 people - good thing we all knew each other]
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[And here's our lovely, empty beach for learning - we tended to stay on the far left or the far right]

Fraser Island

The Butchulla tribe named it K’Gari, which means paradise; and you can easily justify its name with Lake Mackenzie, alone. It’s such an unusual place – where else do you find a rainforest that can sustain itself not on fertile soil, but on sand? On Fraser Island, you’ll find a white sandy beach by a fresh water lake, creeks that run with mineral water, seventy-two shades of sand, and a ship wreck that once boasted of 56 first class rooms lined with gold. You’ll also find Satinay trees, which are permanent inhabitants of this island – they draw the silica from the sand blunting anything sharp that’s used to cut them down. Then, of course, there are the unusual parasitic and symbiotic floras, and the Strangler Figs, the Widow Makers, and Kauri Pines. There are also the “real” dingoes of Australia – those that don’t cross-breed with other wild dogs since they’re isolated on an island; a collection of jumping ants, trapdoor spiders, lace monitors, and skinks. They told us stories of wild brumbies that once grazed these shores, but people had to remove them because they couldn’t digest the sand that ultimately was part of the food they consumed – they were slowly killing themselves by eating. The island has both a romantic past and a violent one. It’s full of aboriginal history and legends. And to imagine the scale of the sand mass… it’s hundreds of meters deeper than the Sahara Desert.

I always figure that going on a tour is a bad idea. I don’t like joining one because I feel like it takes away from the experience. I guess there are definitely times when it’s worthwhile having a guide. I went on the 1-day tour with Fraser Explorer – my guide was Jayson (an excellent story teller who often referred to his passengers as “youse guys”). He took us from the west side of Fraser, across Central Station, up to Lake Mackenzie, east to Eurong, past Maheno to the Pinnacles, to Eli Creek, and back. It rained violently half the time we were there, but it was still a damn good time. In fact, the rain perfectly justified having my bikini on all day.

I met some great people on the tour as well: Andrea and “the guys” – there was a Canon SLR involved, so I’ll be waiting for those photos to make its way to Facebook. I’ll upload them to BK Abroad once tagged. I wish I brought my Nikon. As much as I love my Fuji Finepix – these few photos don’t do Fraser very much justice.

[walking through Central Station]
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[a strangler fig that's taken over a tree about 4 meters in diameter]
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[the Pinnacles]
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[75 mile beach - check out the fog - it descended in seconds]
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[Maheno Shipwreck]
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[Lake Mackenzie - more to follow]
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[me and Andrea]
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[on our very drizzly, somewhat windy ferry ride to Fraser]
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[and a 360 degree view of our approach - what's visible is less than a quarter of the size of the island]

Hervey Bay

If you’d like to go north, but not go as far as the Whitsundays – Fraser Island is probably a good stop. To get there, you might consider staying over at one of the towns close by – like Hervey Bay. It’s about a 3-1/2 drive or a 5-hour bus ride out of Brisbane. I took a 6:30am flight out of Sydney on Saturday, landed at 6:55am in Brisbane, caught the 7:45am bus to Cairns at Roma St and was in Hervey Bay by 1:10pm. It’s not a bad trip – you pass a few suburban towns, but it’s mostly green and quiet along the road. We also drove past a few “typhoon-like” weather conditions, which was entertaining in itself.

I’m not sure what I expected of Hervey Bay, but it was reminiscent of every other small beach town I saw along the Great Ocean Road, albeit much less impressive. The water is very calm and more for swimming. The beach along the esplanade took me about an hour and a half to walk, end-to-end. Sadly, there isn’t much to see along the main road that wraps around the bay – I sort of anticipated massive tourist attractions, stores everywhere, and a congestion of too many cafes and crap food. I was surprised to find that there were 3 or 4 spots along the main road that had a store or two, along with a nice coffee shop/restaurant, followed by “for sale” signs and empty lots. The few restaurants I did see, though, seemed very reasonable. On Saturday, I stopped by a Fish & Chip shop called Birney’s Seafood, which was a bargain: battered barramundi with salad and chips for $10.50 – and it was good. The fish was fresh, and my salad had ripe tomatoes, sweet onions, cucumbers, green peppers, and carrots! It was a redeeming factor in my long day of walking around a much too quiet town.

I spoke to some locals and they said that weather around here is often unpredictable, but businesses still determine their opening hours based on this – crazy. There were strong wind warnings, flooding, and thunderstorms all morning yesterday, but by the time I rolled in – the sun came out, it turned hot and humid, but beautiful weather! I can see the appeal.

I walked over to Aquavue Café since they rent out Jet Skis by the hour along Hervey Bay, only to find them closed. I later found out from another business proprietor that this is quite common if the weather in the morning is really bad. I was so sad. I was really looking forward to it – and I walked far to get there. The more I walked towards Urangan’s pier, the less excited I became about what I’d find. I guess I was hoping for something like a Battery Park City or like a harbor-side town in Perth. Hervey Bay just felt empty. I’m probably being unfair – I’ve only spent a day wandering. These are just first impressions.

OH… and the locals here? Are SO nice. The tourists? It’s hit or miss. I’ve met some great backpackers already and a few that aren’t as nice. I’ve also never had so many people stare at me so much since the one time I got lost in East Harlem (and that was years ago). I let it slide that I’m my own walking tourist attraction.

I should say though that when the evening is clear, you can see all the stars in the sky – and it’s absolutely stunning. Will try and update again tomorrow to post pics and give you the low-down on Fraser Island. I need to nap for a few hours before my 1:45am bus ride back down to Brisbane. I get in to the city at about 6:30am. Hopefully, I can just pass out and wake up ready to work once in the city. I should probably also figure out how I’ll be getting to my hotel.

[a few snapshots of Hervey Bay - sorry for the low light... it turned cloudy by the time I remembered I had a camera on me]

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Thanksgiving 2010

As much as I love meeting people from outside the US while abroad, there are some advantages to knowing a few Americans when the holidays come up…. particularly, on Turkey Day. I just wish we had some jalapeño corn bread to go with the turkey, baked mac n’ cheese and green bean casserole.

[appetizers]
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We had grilled shrimp and a cheese platter too… but we demolished a lot of it before the camera came out.

[mains]
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Anyone keen for a week’s worth of food?? Now if only the drinks lasted as long… we’d be very (very) happy campers.
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[the crew]
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Success!!
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Chris’ 2-wk Visit

I plead total happiness as my cause for being M.I.A. – here’s proof. Lots of it. Enjoy.

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Tomorrow? Beer and Cheese Pairings.
Saturday will be lawn bowling (and a BBQ at Pete’s)

Is it summer yet in Sydney???

Snowboarding in Thredbo!

Okay. So I probably didn’t choose the best weekend; there just wasn’t enough snow. I guess it was kind of cool that I did a little snowboarding with just a long sleeve shirt on at one point! Weird, but cool.

I didn’t plan things in great detail, but I was going with a pretty chill crew so I figured – who cares? We organized everything through Oz Snow Adventures – all in, it cost me about $480 including two days of 2-hour group classes (AU$ 10 for both days!). I paid a pretty steep price for a 2-hour private lesson (AU$ 206) but it was SO worth it. Breakfast is covered for both Saturday and Sunday, dinner is covered for Saturday night, and you’re on your own for lunch. The options aren’t very good, but you’ll be so preoccupied with sore muscles, good runs, lessons, and drinking that you hardly notice. There’s also a sweet beer hall just at the bottom of the mountain, next to Friday Flat!

It was such a college-like trip. We left CBD at about 6:30PM, stopped for dinner at McDonald’s at 8:30PM and arrived at our lodging around midnight. Then you line up for ski/board hires, which takes (easily)  another hour and a half, so bring your own gear and you can sleep early.

Accommodations were very dorm style (at least, where we stayed). We lucked out with a private room for 4 – 2 bunk beds – the bathroom was shared with another room, but there really wasn’t any issues with sharing. They provided towels, sheets, and blankets, but…… you might want to bring your own. There were also blackouts that sporadically happened because someone was using a hair straightener in one of the rooms – that was the excuse we got from reception. And the heat didn’t stay on all night. But like I said, it was like a trip for a student and you just take it as it goes. I thought it was a pretty good bargain.

I got separated from our main group a few times – last minute bookings are pretty bad. You don’t want to be booked among the last, because they’re very strict about which bus you’re placed in. Ugh… we got placed in a bus full of drunk backpackers, one of which spewed up front and the other about mid-way down the bus. I managed to squeeze myself out of there on Day 2 – no clue how the rest of the passengers managed.

Day 1 was easy (sort of). My first 2-hour group lesson was at 9:15AM and I practiced from 11AM-1PM. I ate for 30 minutes, rested and went straight to my private lesson at 2PM. It was brutal. I don’t think I’ve ever taken that much of a beating…. ever. I must’ve stacked every 10 minutes. I was a train wreck when we finished. BUT I got an okay to go up top on the mountain. I wonder how many newbies decide that it’s a good idea to go up after their first day only to find themselves staring down a blue run and wondering how else to get down without actually riding it. Slow, baby…. I took it REAL slow. And a lot on the heels. After about 30 minutes of that – I started venturing into those turns and carving S’s to relax my legs a little bit… -laughs- you should have seen me crash from one end to the other as I made my way down the Village Trail. Lesson learned?

Day 2. Not really. I practiced (a lot) on Friday Flat. I probably spent about 5 hours on the bunny slope and then ventured up top again. Hmmm… just greens, sticking to greens. Why don’t they warn you when greens merge with a blue or sort of intersects with a black? There was probably a sign. I didn’t see it. More falls. Lots and lots more. And these were the kind of falls that made it obvious we humans definitely have a tail bone.

I’m SHOCKED that my camera survived. I thoroughly love my digital camera. I wish I had action shots though. It’s just tough when everyone’s a newbie and people are too concerned about getting down in one piece (preferably, unharmed). One of the girls did an awesome job taking pictures though…. she and I will probably cross paths again (on and off the slopes).

I seriously need to buy a board. It’s gonna be bad ass. And I want another pair of pants. Maybe orange or yellow next time!

Snowboarding Weekend (post to follow)

Running a little behind on the blogging. I have photos that need to go up to profile Marble Bar, where I met another Clive and a photographer for Time Out Sydney (I think I’m actually on a site somewhere… will need to find that as well).

I’m heading to Thredbo in about an hour with about 15 people, a few of which I actually “sort of” know. It should be fun! First snowboarding trip… it’s not likely to be powder and the mountains probably won’t be heart-stopping, but who cares? I’ll get to test out my new Burton Axel boots and rock out my 686 hot pink pants. I’ll be warm and bundled. Class will be at 8AM tomorrow bright and early; and then another in the afternoon for 2 hours, one-on-one. Maybe I’ll actually survive the weekend and know, at least, the basics.

King Tut, the Pope, Xena, and a DJ in our living room

If you had walked in around 7, you would’ve never guessed that this was a party that’ll go on until 4AM. If you had left after the DJ put away his gear, you would’ve missed out on the acoustic/percussion jam session that followed right after. This was definitely one of those nights where you had to wait it out, until the right crowd walked in – and that happened around 10PM.

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And once “everyone” arrived… party time! After all, it’s not often that you can just get a DJ to show up at your house and spin a dance party. In fact, it’s probably pretty rare unless you’re good friends with a DJ or you can afford to pay someone to haul their gear out to the suburbs and stick around for a few hours. Etta? She’s friends with a lot of them – and I totally dig that about her.
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I should really be used to it by now, but the crowd kind of changes a little each time we throw a house party. Two parties back, we had tons of South Americans from all over the western coast; our last one attracted more of a European crowd coming from Spain, Portugal, and Italy. Last night? The Brazilians were in the house. We had the usual music staples: salsa, samba, reggaeton, merengue. And later on… much much later on, we pulled out the acoustic guitars for some down tempo and free-styling.

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(-laughs- I love the lighting that the DJ brought with him) I should probably note that the occasion was Kimmy’s 30th birthday – a friend of Etta’s. We “technically” had a theme of Gods & Goddesses, but I think people sort of took that and figured that it’s really just a costume party. Hence, the appearance of the Pope (among others). Not that it mattered. Everyone seemed to have a great time, especially since we couldn’t run out of alcohol even if we tried; try drumming while drinking and let me know how that goes.

And a little piece of last night (I cut in at a bad time, but you get the idea)…