Saturday, December 27, 2008

Post-Queensland (part 2 of 2)

Written on Thursday December 25 (Christmas), 2008… It’s Christmas morning here in Christchurch NZ. After about three weeks on the road, we’re finally all settled in our cozy 4 bed hostel which is unusually filled with old people and families. After reading e-mails from home telling me how stormy and crazy the weather is in PDX, and being away from the fam/friends for so long, I’m a lil ancy to return home. However, I also don’t want to leave NZ because it’s going to be a while until I return to this beautiful, easy, and relaxing country. My story here starts like this… (these notes are mainly for my records, but check em’ out if you’d like) Day 1 (Dec 5th): Hew n I left our hostel in Sydney in the early morning. I remember almost missing the flight out due to airport renovations but everything eventually worked out (like it always does) and we both had left the land which we were at for nearly five months. Once we reached the NZ coastline, I could see Mt. Cook on my right hand side which was on the South island (we were landing in the north in Auckland). That just shows how small the two island are. Once we arrived in NZ, we took a bus to downtown Auckland where we met up w/ our long lost JCU friend Stephanie Schonholtz at an X-Base Hostel. I tried the NZ Big Mac’s (expensive but delish) and we got free drinks at the local bar all night and danced the night away…. Day 2 (Dec 6th): After waking up hung over, we bussed to the Britz car rental company to pick up our 4x4 Campervan “Adventurer” vehicle (a beefed up Toyota Land Cruiser). After a long 4 hr. ordeal (Britz sucks don’t go through them) we finally got on the road with a loose itinerary and open minds. It was hard navigating around the city at first w/ a left handed stick shift, on the right side of the car, driving on the left side of the road. Totally opposite than the US. We first drove across to the city to Auckland’s black sand beaches. Kare Kare was a way cool beach (where we eventually camped), we trekked a waterfall, then drove to Piha where we met some very nice and generous native Maori people parked at the viewpoint next to us. [Side note- the Maori people are very kind and get along way better w/ the white settlers than Native Americans or Australian’s Aboriginals. I admire the way the two races came together somewhat peacefully. Aka they weren’t as fucked as other native people had been when getting conquered.] Day 3 (Dec7th): After waking up/cooking breakfast, we hit the road towards the Waitomo Caves. Driving in the country is really easy because nobody is on the road. There is only a population of only about 4 million people in NZ w/ over 40 million sheep. The drive towards Waitomo was our first experience of New Zealand’s beautiful green rolling hills. Whether or not it’s country’s native vegetation, it’s still breathtaking. After a couple hours of driving, we arrived in Waitomo and realized our tyre was going flat. That day we partook in a sweet “Black-Water Rafting” adventure where we were guided through underground rivers/streams w/ cool ass glow-worms and crazy stuff. After a 37 meter absail (repelling) down a huge hole in the ground, we zip-lined through the glow-worm lit caverns w/ crazy wetsuits and head lamps on. We also climbed up through and under cavernous waterfalls which was pretty wicked. After that awesome experience, we went back and had our flat tyre fixed and was good to go, camping in a sweet mossy infested place deep in the green grassy hills of the Waitomo area. Day 4 (Dec 8th): After having our flat spare switched back and flat tyre fixed, we drove through some amazing scenic areas towards the volcanic thermal town of Rotarua. In Rotarua, we checked out the local mud thermal things which were pretty cool, then we drove to a local spot where a thermal river was flowin through. It literally felt like sitting in a small river of hot-tub water; coolest experience ever. After chillin in the warm springs and talking to some locals, we drove two seconds to Rainbow Mt. and trekked to the top where a nice view was waitin’ for us. After the Rotaruaness, we drove to Taupo and camped in a free area next to a peaceful river where I cooked my lamb steak meal for the 3rd night in a row mmmmm. Written on December 27, 2008 Day 5 (Dec 9th): This day we drove into NZ’s skydiving capitol Taupo with the intention of skydiving that day however, due to the clouds, wind, and rain, we were un able to make the jump. So, with the rain pourin’ we decided to walk around the city a little bit for the heck of it. I bought my family some Possum fur/wool gloves and socks and other stuff for Christmas presents… we checked out an art gallery and then we drove to a glass blowing place which was really cool. After checking out the lake (it is huge), we drove to the Toronga National Park where they filmed parts of Lord of the Rings (Mt. Doom (Mt. Ngarouhoe is located there). We did some short walks, checked out a visitors center, and ended up camping on the side of the highway next to a cinder-cone volcano (Mt. Ngarouhoe). To get ready for the volcano climb tomorrow, I ate some delish rice and beans for dinner then went to bed. Day 6 (Dec 10th): This day was set aside to conquer Mt. Ngarouhoe (over 2100m). It took a couple hours to trek up to its base. Once we started up the actual cinder-cone, there were no trails, just slippery/gravelly lava rock. The climb was one of the hardest climbs I’ve ever done both mentally and physically. Two steps up = 1 step back with most of the climb probably being equal or greater than 45 degrees. It was like climbing into hell’s asshole. After the two hour ascent I finally made it to the top. The top was crazy because there was a huge pit inside. There was also fab 360 deg views. Trekking down the volcano consisted of “ice and rock skiing” on the glaciers and volcanic gravel and took a total of 20 min. After the exhausting day we drove south to some weird ass place n set up camp. While we were cooking dinner, some creepy old man interrupted us and basically said if we didn’t camp in his campsite, he’d call the cops…so we took the deal and moved sites to his creepy ass 50’s style campsite where NOBODY was staying at. Steph and Mat were scared shitless. Day 7 (Dec 11th): This day we drove to Windy Welly (Wellington), stopped at an i-site, ate some Mackers, walked around the city on Cuba St. and found a cool lil alternative shop to check out. The funny ass kid behind the counter was fun to talk to and he gave us “Spice” some brand of smoking tobacco that contains all sorts of crazy ingredients. So, that night, we drove to the nearest holiday camp park, got a spot, drank some Jack, we all jumped on a sweet “air-pillow” they had there and hung out with some high-school kids aha. It was hilarious talking to all the lil buggers. Day 8 (Dec 12th): On this day we boarded a ferry from Welly to Picton (North island to the South island). It was a cool three hour ride w/ beautiful views of the south island’s inlets. When we arrived, we drove straight to the cool lil town of Nelson where I bought a wool benie. Then, we drove towards the Able Tasman National Park where we went SKYDIVING! The whole experience was not as scarry as I thought I’d be. It was just really amazing, but it went so quick that I almost paid to go again. In the dive I got awesome views of the Abel Tasman national park and the ocean while falling through a little bit of clouds. That night we camped in a nice but wet field somewhere the National Park and it rained all night. This is the part of the trip where things started to get realllly wet. Day 9 (Dec 13th): The next morning we drove to the national park itself and did a cool little 4 hour trek around cool coves and beaches towards Anchorage Bay and took a water taxi back. Afterwards we drove towards Westport and stopped midway with really cool views, but heaps of mossys and sandflys infested the place ahh. Day 10 (Dec 14th): We drove all day from Westport to the Franz Joseph glacier stopping at pancake rocks in between. The coastal drive was full of great views of the Tasman Sea and the Southern Alps. We camped by the coast and again, it rained all night. Day 11 (Dec 15th): This day was a very lazy day where we checked out the other glacier in the area, Fox Glacier. Afterwards we stopped at this little restaurant and drank some local beer/ate good food. That night we camped at a holiday park next to the glaciers and was able to upload some photos onto my computer (and start writing parts of this blog). Day 12 (Dec 16th): This day we had a scheduled Franz Joseph Glacier ice hiking tour. Even though we were given “waterproof” gear, the hard ass rain soaked all our cloths and made the 8 hour hike through the glacier extremely freezing and uncomfortable. However, I enjoyed the views and talking to the two cute Swedish girls that were in our group. After the grueling hike, I drove about 3 or 4 hours to the beautiful town of Wanaka (however the rain made it impossible to see the scenery). We were so fed up about our wet camp equipment that we stayed the night in an x-base hostel. The kitchen was closed when we got there so we cooked dinner on the sidewalk. Day 13 (Dec 17th): Waking up to sunshine, we drove to Queenstown where we had book a 134m Nevis Bungy jump for the day. I recommend anybody who goes to NZ to do this bungy. It was the coolest, most awesomest, kinda scary, longest freefall bungy ever (ranked the 3rd highest in the world)! That night we stayed in town b/c Queenstowns a cool place to go out and meet people. By the way, Queenstown is my favorite town in NZ. It is surrounded by jagged snowcapped peaks and a huge blue lake lays in the middle. Amazing. Plus, heaps of backpackers travel through the area so the bar hopping we did that night was fun fun fun. In fact, we ran into Willy (funniest kid ever) and Zaphier both Americans from JCU at one of the bars along with the first of many cool Argentineans. Day 14 (Dec 18th): This day we just took it easy and explored the town a little while meeting up w/ Willy. I went shopping and ran into a girl that I knew from TSV in the middle of the town….sooooo that was interesting. Afterwards, we drove towards Te Apau, did a little forest trek, and set up camp in this nice, deserted, grassy field down by the river. Day 15 (Dec19th): After cooking breakfast we drove to Milford Sound, which is tied for one of the most beautiful drives I’ve ever done in my life (the other being the drive to Mt. Cook). The drive went through huge foggy and snowcapped mountains with heaps of waterfalls everywhere. We took a small boat cruise through the sound where we saw more huge mountains that fell right into the water. There were also heaps of seals present and supposedly dolphins often live around the area. After the cruise, we drove back towards Te Apau and stopped midway to hike one of the cool looking mountains called the “Key Summit” track. We also stopped to look at mirror lakes. That night we camped in the same riverside area just outside Te Apau. Day 16 (Dec 20th): On this day we trekked around the Manapouri Lake circle trek (taking a boat taxi to the start of the trek). After the 4 hour trek we drove towards the Catlins (the southern part of the South island). Around this time Steph started to get really sick and freak me out a lil aha. Day 17 (Dec 21st): On this day we drove to the beautiful Catlins, stopped at numerous viewing/nature sites including a huge waterfall trek and the most southern point of the south island. I almost stepped on a sea lion who was hiding on some petrified wood-rock and he barked at me super loud…kinda scary. Day 18 (Dec 22nd): Driving through the 2nd half of the Catlins, we checked out the famous lighthouse and then finally drove to the huge college town of Dunedin. I was extremely exhausted of driving as we sat down and had some local beer in the “Octagon” (the city center). After resting, we continued to drive north east stopping at the really cool looking Morokai Boulders (huge round stones on a flat beach) where I took some pretty cool pics. That night we ended up Driving all the way up towards Mt. Cook and camped in a nice little place near another cool little river. Day 19 (Dec 23rd): On this day we drove to Mt. Cook. This was tied as one of the coolest drives I’ve ever driven because we were cruising right next to one of the most blue and colorful lakes in the world with the southern alps and Mt. Cook right behind it. We did a 3-4 hour trek towards the base of Mt. Cook being surrounded by huge glacial peaks and crossing two really neat swing bridges. Afterwards, we started the drive towards our final destination of Christchurch, camping at this rest stop on the side of the highway. Day 20 (Christmas Eve): After arriving in Christchurch, we dropped our rental car off, got some compensation back for not having a cooking lamp/water hose that was supposed to be included in w/ the car, and got all settled down in our cozy 4 person YHA Hostel room. Mat lost his wallet on the way back into town. We also met up w/ Grim (Jared from JCU) here and we all went out to a nice Christmas Eve dinner at an Indian food restaurant. It was delicious, but didn’t settle well in our stomachs. That night we attended Midnight mass at the Christchurch Cathedral (which was packed w/ people and tourists). This one Asian tourist wouldn’t stop taking pictures w/ his DSLR during mass and snapped some shots of Grim taking communion aha… crazy/disrespectful dude. Day 21 (Christmas Day): Christmas morning we all woke up and walked to Starbucks and got some hot drinks (the only place open). Grim and I also had some left-over coco mix so we made some butterscotch schnapps coco for Christmas along w/ some nasty champagne, mmmmm…….. Day 22 (Boxing Day, Dec 26th): Today we all had flights to Auckland. I said bye to Mat in the YHA b/c he had a later flight. In the Auckland airport I met up with Grim and Steph and we picked up Grim’s rental (he was staying for an extra two weeks to drive around the islands w/ his x-gf). We drove around the city stopping at some crazy mall that was packed w/ locals…I mean extremely crowded because of the day after Christmas sales. We then dropped Steph back off at the airport and said good bye because she was catching her flight home to the states. One by one, we were slowly returning to America, to save up more money, to travel more on another day. I had one more night to stay in Auckland, so Grim and I drove to our hostel downtown, had our car “valet” parked, cooked dinner, and had some free drinks at the local bar w/ our Israeli, Scottish, and Swedish roomies. Later on that night we met up w/ these really cool and cute Argentinean girls and hung out with them for the rest of the night. I couldn’t really sleep well b/c I had dreams and thoughts that our car (w/ both my huge bags in the trunk) was being stolen from the dude who was supposed to “park” our car. Day 23 (Dec 27th): So the next morning, today, of course my dreams came true and the keys were never returned to the front desk. To make an extremely long story short, we got conned the night before and Grim’s rental car w/ all our shit in it was stolen. LUCKILY, after filing a police report and freaking out for a couple hrs, a towing company called the hostel saying that someone mysteriously was having our car towed to us and we’d just have to pay the fee. AHHHH SWEET RELIEF. After thanking God, Grim and I had to go “de-report” the police report we made and report that his cell was stolen from the car (which took hours). After returning to the hostel and finally checking out, we made some lunch and hung out with the Argentinean girls one last time before Grim drove me to the Auckland Airport where I am now. What a way to end the trip eh? Oh boy. So after over three weeks of trekkin through New Zealand, I’m finally returning to the States after being away from home for about 7 months where I’ll see my friends and family for a short time, celebrate a late Christmas and New Years, got to DC, then School in San Diego and from there who knows! I miss my friends and fam dearly and can’t wait to catch up with them. However, I’ll miss NZ and will definitely come back some day, perhaps to live in Queenstown or something.... Ultimately, being the only one old enough to drive in NZ, I drove over 4,200 kilometers in 19 days and had some of the best times of my life. Mexico, Australia, and New Zealand were purely amazing in their own ways. Next, I will travel back to Europe (especially around Scandinavia) and meet up w/ all the Norwegian/Swedish homies that I’ve met over the past few months, also meet up w/ my German roomie Jan. I also will travel to South America with an emphasis on Brazil, Argentina (to meet up w/ the Argentineans), Chile, Paraguay, Uruguay, Peru, and Ecuador. Also, I will travel South-East Asia as well as India. Also, I will road-trip the homeland and Canada and perhaps afterwards trek down into Central America. Eventually, I’ll make it to Africa and the Middle-East…ahhh and hopefully within that time I’ll meet more cool people, perhaps a cool girl to marry, and settle down to do whatever more I feel like As for now, it’s been a trip and it’s only begun.

Post-Queensland (part 1 of 2)

Written on Wednesday, the 3rd of December, 2008.

Since last Saturday I’ve been on the road w/ a rough itinerary and an open mind down to do whatever, wherever, whenever. The Friday before I left reminded me of the scene from the movie “Club Dread” where everybody was going crazy/ hysteric because they all knew they were ‘gonna die.’ Everybody was done with finals and people got pissed drunk… Roddy’s band played at the Uni club, an appropriate farewell event if you ask me.

I left for the airport that night/morning around 4:15 and arrived in Melbourne around 12pm. I called around for open beds and bunked down at MIB (backpackers). After walking the city, I didn’t do much that night except play UNO w/ like 4 Germans n drank some goon, (the last goon I’d have in OZ I think). [Written on Dec 15th 2008] Before that I met up w/ my long lost second cousin (whose my mom’s cousin from the Philippines who moved to Aus in the 80’s). She bought me dinner and we walked around the city taking too many photos w/ each other. It was great but kind of exhausting at the same time. The next day I met up w/ my buddy Brendan (BJ) who lives in Melbourne (whom I met in Vancouver BC last new years). We went out to his local suburb bar where heaps of cute Melbourne girls and crazy dudes all on x were partying. It was alright but a lil too Australian scene for me; but I loved the experience. After sleeping at his (his mom’s) house that night, we woke up early and headed towards the Great Ocean Road for the day. It was awesome. I love the kid; we’re practically best friends for only knowing each other for such a short time. Driving down the coast we stopped at many surf/view points along w/ listening to the best music/talking about life which BJ is the best motivator/advice giver ever. We finally made it to the 12 apostles (famous Australian tourist stop), then finally to his buddy’s house in Wornboull *sp. Cooked up some great Roo for the last time n had a Jack Danielle’s feast. The next morn we drove back up the coast, got dropped off at the Avilon airport and boarded a plane to Sydney

Once I landed in Sydney it was a totally diff scene. I was by myself w/ no plan but to explore the place. So, I gotta ride to the central x-base hostel, walked to the Opera house that night n took it easy. That night I met up w/ a great Norwegian friend from JCU who was staying in King’s Cross (the prostitute/ alternative but not nearly as bad as 82nd part of Sydney),, well we met up at a nice place called the “Scruffy Murphy’s”. w/ 7 dollar Jugs, the Tuy’s New was flowin all night. I met up w/ some USD kids who were studying in the area for a lil bit, but continued to chill w/ the Norwegians/Germans next to the live band. I kinda recall hittin it off w/ some British girl around that time, but my buddy wouldn’t stop talking about his girlfriend back home (infront of us)/ her friend had let the bar so that ended up nowhere. The night ended up w/ me getting kicked out of the bar b/c I was supposedly “wandering around” while I was only looking for my friend, but I must say, the Tuy’s New had gotten to me at that point, so they actually had done me a favor in allowing me to return back to the hostel. The next day I woke up w/ a splitting headache, and after a cute Danish girl in my room told me to drink water/take some meds, I felt wayyyy better a few hrs later. After I recovered, I met up w/ another 2nd cousin of mine who is also my mom’s cousin from the Philippines who lives near Sydney (I had met them when I was like 10) and it was great. We again, walked around the city and talked bout family/life stuff. After meeting w/ them, I met up w/ my buddy Alex Squadrito from JCU (orig. from Phili) who is quite the character. We again, walked the whole city, eating burritos in King’s Cross, walking to the botanical gardens and the opera house and drinking some fine Guinness/ JD shots at some nice lil irish pub (gotta love them Irish Pubs). We departed, n I just took the night easy where I first started to write this long ass blog. The next day I woke up, met up w/ my buddy Mat Sommers from JCU (whom I am traveling in NZ w/ at the moment), went to China Town, got some grub, planned our NZ trip a lil more n went to some shitty ass bar then finally went to bed. Ahhh Sydney was great.

The next day we both flew to New Zealand seeing awesome views on the way down (including Mt. Cook). And from here I will write another blog once my NZ trip has finished, but as for now on the 15th of Dec 2008, I got more places to see, people to meet, and things to do. As for now, take care my brothers and sisters…

Friday, November 28, 2008

weird mood

We've been here for about four months now and have had straight sunshine and humidity. Let it be the week of final exams, the last week where everyone's together and then departs, for the storms to roll in. Last night was one of the most impressive lightning/thunder/tropical rain storms I've ever witnessed. The streets were so flooded that a kid's taxi couldn't make it take to the airport; missing his flight. The huge explosions happening above me rattled the walls and window of my room waking me up.. I thought about going outside and watching the display, but that didn't happen. I was sad because my roommate dunk (aus) and my other roommate Jan (Ger) had left, n here I was all alone.. in a dark room.. knowing that I'm one of the lone survivors of the George Roberts story, and I too will be victim to leaving very soon. That day, I had taken my last final after two days of mind-fucking-intense-studying. I sat next to the door, which was a bad choice because people were waking in and out the whole time and the 'dragon' lady, who had administered the tes,t was leaning over me. Also, lighting/thunder and intense rain was pounding the building I was examining in. It was awesome, and now I'm finally done and free for the next two months before I have to go back to SD. The feeling I got after I finished my last final, was like the feeling I got after graduating high school, but better. It's releaving yet scary. Independence is a handful. For the next month, I get to expolore more of Australia and spend a fair amount of time in New Zealand before I return home to Portland. I finished the task of school, and for now, get to tackle the spirit of travel. Just tonight at the uni-club, I think it was Kane that told me to keep on growing/experienceing/learning for wherever else I go. One thing I got from bein in Oz is knowing that I never wish to be normal, a drone...and that there are good people everwhere. I hope my prescence here has, for the most part, enlightened or left a positive impact on the earth and those who I've come in contact with.
It was nice to have a 'base' here in Townsville to where I could develop great friendships and use this 'base' to travel to and from other parts of Australia. Its extremely sad to leave that situation, but I'm curious and eager to move on of course. Brooke left the day before yesterday, Rachael and Drew today.. me tonight (this morning at 4:15). So, tomorrow it's Melbourne, tueday it's Sydney, and Friday New Zealand. If anybody's gonna be round those place hit me up on facebook or 0406558487.

Thursday, November 13, 2008

Swat-Vac

Swat-Vac: Definition- Week off before finals for the purpose of studying or, for the more folksy type, to travel the depths of Australiaaaa....

Just when you think your trip couldn't get more interesting, it does!

Day 1:
After eating heaps of Mackers (McDonald's) and waiting in the Townsville airport to depart to Brisbane, we were finally told that our pilots had ran into an episode of food poisoning, and that we wouldn't fly that night. SHITTTT! our plans our RUINED!! ...so we thought, but not exactly... we decided to rape the airline of all its amenities and got a free hotel that night in Townsville, met some middle aged miners who were on their week off, took a taxi downtown, drank heaps of Guinness, came back to the hotel around hmm 3:30, bought two McChickens... went to bed to wake up only 3 hrs later.... great start to our trippp, other than the canceled flight of course (but we got a free flight voucher which I'm using to fly from Melbourne to Sydney wooo!!)...
Day 2:
Waking up super early to catch the next flight to Bris, we arrive at the airport at 7:30... flight was supposed to be at 9... ended up wating 3 hrs for an engineer to fly up FROM Bris and inspect the plane so WTF!! .. delayed flight yet againnnnnnn.. so finally, we get to Bris, and after hours upon hours of train/transportaion rides, we arrive in Noosa, at my friend Evan's cousin's House... IT WAS SICKKK!! Cool aussie girl, chill hippie dude, drug dealer, and a Korean that doesn't speak English. I met up with my friend Carmen from Switzerland that night (she's a real cutie) at an Irish pub while the others got smashed elsewhere.
Day 3: Swam in ocean... boarded a greyhound headed for Hervey Bay (base of Fraser Island). arrived late to our smelly nasty hostel room.. ate some subway which took forever to get ahhh...
Day 4: Woke up super early and met everyone on our Fraser trip. Later, we boarded the ferry w/ everyone and our 4x4 and met some cool ass people including two american doctors who live in Byron Bay..who eventually gave me a ride back to the airport a week later. On Fraser (the world's largest sand island), we saw a cool ship wreck, and set up camp/cooked dinner, played cricket/rugby which the british take EXTREMELY seriously.... slept on ground. ahh.
Day 5: Next day we headed to a sweet lookout, our group consisted of 4 americans (us), 4 british, 1 scottish and 1 Norwegian named The Hoff. The brits were cool and the Hoff was funny as shit. I love scandanavians. The other cars didn't like our driving and started spreading roomers about us.. but there were sweet people there like a bunch of cute sweedish girls/more brits, but amazinly, no other americans, australians, or germans. I absolutely loveee scandanavian accents... they are soooo coool...After, we went to some other cool part of the island where we had lunch and took it all in ahhhh. That night was a mess.. bottomless spag w/ tons of food and whiskey everywhere... Dingos also came into our camp lookin for food... but I guess they can get aggressive sometimes and eat little children.. hmm. not good
Day 6: Last day on Fraser.. went to Lake McKenzie on Fraser which had the clearest, more pure freshwater everrrrr. not to leave out the finest grains of sand... Quite the place to chill. Once we got back to the mainland, we weren't able to catch a bus back to Noosa that day so we got a free hostel stay. The night ended up pretty good, partyin w/ everyone one last time, w/ the sweedish girls, brits, and the Hoff. Great time.....
Day 7: Bus back to Noosa..Hung out with Carmen (Swiss Carmen), took a hike with her to a Noosa view point... then we all ate dinner and met up at the Irish pub... later met up w/ those american doctors....got pulled over by a cop and had to take a breathalizer test which I thankfully passed after havin 1 glass of wine. sheeeit. the legal limit here is .05... so that freaked us out a lil bit.. but all is well... said bye to carmen, went home n crashed.
Day 8: got up, cooked brecky, went surfing, got a ride from the doctors to brisbane... shopped a little, boarded my flight.. flew back to townsville, Nowwwwwwww one day later.. I'm here procrastinating my studying hmmm.
Anyways, the trip was a blast and wish, again, that all my homies from the mainland could be here with me. Some day we will all be and travel together.. But for now, I'm off to the books and studyin so I can get done w/ my final and say hello to Melbourne, Sydney, and finally NZ!!! wooo!! peaceeeeee..

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Born-again American

There are a thousand thoughts running through my head right now... I am and have been in a euphoric mood for the past 12 hours. The reason is of course; Barack Obama, winning in a historic, land-slide victory, will now be the 44th president of the United States of America. It started out senior year of high school, two years into Bush's second term, when I asked my college writing teacher Mrs. Oliphant who she wanted to be president in '08. She told me of the young, black, inspirational, yet new-to-the-scene Barack Obama. Over one year later, after watching Barack's honorable and intelegent fight against Hillary, I was hooked. I've never logged onto msnbc.com/cnn.com so many times within the span of a few months. The race between Obama and McCain started a whole new round of excitement for me.. and the rest of the world. The economy crumbled, debates roared, negative adds poured onto television, hatred within the campaigns (especially on the right) became public, but, through all that, Obama stood strong, confident, and real.
Today I woke up at 7:55 am (2:00 west coast time) to watch election day on Australian television. I skipped part of my materials class to run to the uni-bar and watch the election happen on the big screen. As I walk in, about 15 Aussies were sitting down with a huge dry-erase board tracking the latest voter turnouts. I thought that was cool for them to even give a shit about the US election. But I was soon told that "when the US sneezes, OZ gets a cold." (think about it) I bought a scooner of extra dry (aussie beer) and sat down at a table with a print out of the times the polls close for each state. At that time obama already had about 204 electoral votes to McCain's 146. More American students trickeled into the bar and sat down with me. We bought more pitchers and within an hour of nervous excitement, Obama-284 popped up on the screen with a statement "Barack Obama President Elect of the United States." We, and the rest of the crowed 'freaked'. Shedding many tears, hugs, hollers, and fuck yahs, we celebrated the newfound victory of our 44th President Barack Obama. After watching McCain's consession speech, Obama finaly aproached his stage in Chicago facing hundreds of thousands of his people. [Really quickly: I want to point out that McCain is a good man, however the fact that he chose to hold his election night party at a spa, with special invited donor guests only, compared to Barack's open-to-the-public "woodstock" style election night party just shows how different the two parties are; and shows how Barack Obama is willing to reach out to people.] After giving one of the most important and inspirational speech of his career yet, Barack waved good night and we cheered more.
Since Barack's victory, I've never felt soo frekin happy about being an American outside of the country. I hope that the world will look at Americans in a new light, worlds relations will grow stronger, impressions of Americans will grow better, and that of course, our country will take this opportunity to work hard and do only good; all for the advancement of world peace, cleanliness, and harmony. If you oppose Barack Obama, that's okay I guess. But be mature and open-minded about the issue.
Anyways, tomorrow I leave for Brisbane to spend a week on the beaches of Noosa, Australia before finals start. I'm grateful to be doing what I love (traveling), and wish all of my friends back at home were with me to celebrate Barack Obama and my wonderful journey through Oz. For all the friends I've met here in Australia, I love you all, and because the time we have with eachother is shrinking, lets rage the last one or two months we have together. Also, let us meet up multiple times in the future until we grow old and die. That goes for everyone. As for now, I hope my Noosa trip brings much spontaneous excitment and craziness as the previous treks have....... Thanks for reading this far if you have... and I'll leave you with a little joke ha....
Q: What does sex, a sheep, and a mother alll have in common?
A: OHHH! BAHHHHH.. MAAAA!!!!!!!!!!! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Hmm What's Been on my Mind?


The past two weekends, and possibly the next two, I haven't really 'done' much. Ever since my Brissy trip I've just been chillin' here, bored a lot of the time, tryin' to finish assignments and prepare myself for finals...Maybe I said this before, but I can't wait to get outa TSV and explore more areas of this continent. It's drivin me crazy. The heats driving me crazy. The humidity, the lack of money to venture out (the necessity to save for upcoming trips), the stress from school, the nothing much to do anymore besides the ush. Its all drivin me nuts. However, its nice being away with really, no pressure to do or be anything that I'm not. People here rock. Speaking of rock, I've downloaded heaps of new music, so, if you're interested, I'd love to "share the wealth" of the spritualy delighting and good feeling music with anyone and everyone (whenever you may run into me). I've also played the old guit a lot w/ my friend Steph and her gf Jackie.. singin' random songs to make a good time out of passing time. Another thing that keeps me up is 'the knowing/realization' of what I'm bout to do in the near future..things like surfing the net for the best places to skydive in NZ..the NZ/AUS exchange rate is amazing by the way. We bascially get 33% off EVERYTHING in OZ and 40% off everything in NZ! I'm down with that.
Hmmm...what else... I've learned many German words thanks to my German roomie Jan (pronounced Yawn). He's really cool....I've also figured out that no matter how much I sometimes miss Oregon, its trees, air, water, friends, snow, sea, music,,,,,,I want and I am going to travel for as long as possible. It would be amazing if any OG friends would come. I refuse, after graduating, to settle down and work in one place 5 days a week, unless that place is someplace new, and what I do interests me. However, as of now I have no clue what interests me most so sheeeit!. Anyways, we'll see what comes my way. And, if you see me ever conforming to a corporate slowdown of settling down, at least while I'm in my 20's, PLEASE slap me and remind me of what I said before.
Hmmmmmm. People are cool. It's always awesome to meet good people. I LOVE good people. They make my day. I also love interesting and open-minded people, and real people...I'll be honest..kinda scared to go back to USD in the spring... I'll miss the good people I've met here too much. You know who's a really good person? Let me tell yah.. Barack Obama.
Yep, lets talk politics now.. a lil. The presidential race has constantly been on my mind. Earlier today I read an artical about one of Obama's campaing rallys. It explained how there was an ocean of people waiting for our candidate to speak. There was people playing music. There were hands waving back and fourth. There were people on eachother's shoulders so they could get a glimpse of him. They weren't heckeling. They were smiling. Hopeful and excited. About 100,000 people all coming together, it explained, black, brown, and white, together, with the vision of hope that reaches beyond onself. I really almost shed a tear when reading this.. anyways, heres a youtube link you should check out. It's hilarious...http://au.youtube.com/watch?v=N6ya39slPgs...
anyways... if you've made it this far, thanks for readin'. Hopefully my next blog will be more exciting... goin back to Noosa soon and I CAN'T WAIT!!!! and hopefully good stories will come out of that. For the mean time, keep on keepin on, take care, and promote awesomeness!

Friday, October 10, 2008

no title/little political rambling


Just finished watching Donnie Darko... Great movie. I thought I was crazy...sheeit. Perhaps its a film that reflects cause and effect? God's path? Time travel? Regardless, it was an interesting watch and would recommend it to most people.
anyways, if anybody's been watching the election coverage back in the homeland, I'm sure its freakin intense. I've been browsin' the main headlines, youtubes, cnn, and nbc websites and it sounds like Obama's doin great. I just can't get over the fact of how desperate the McCain campaign is getting however. Earlier I felt a little sorry for the guy because he just isn't running the campaign which he wants. Infact, his campaign has taken so many screwed up twists that he's been resorting to harsh, degrading, and unbelievable campaign tactics lately. Now, I feel no sorrow for the old man for he is launching crude and threatening tacktics towards my man Obama. I'm scared that, for when Obama does get elected, many angry and racist right wing conservatives wouldn't hesitate to retaliate against their loss and try and take out their opponent who only want's to make America more truthful and fair for everyone. Obama is not a socialist. He is not a fucking terrorist or muslim either. Also, who gives a f*** if he was associated with a Weather Underground member from over 30 years ago, who now is a well respected professor that contains more knowlege in his baby toe than McCain's running mate for vice president. The bottom line is... look at the differences of character, truth, and common-sense between the two campaigns.. Listen to what they are talking about and what they are saying. You will find Obama much more centered about preaching his world view/defending himself and McCain centered on rippin his opponent appart. It's sad and pathetic.
Anyways..Mom just called, saw my puppy on skype. ha. told me how shitty the economy is.. how everybody's loosing money. Gotta say thanks to President Bush and every other greedy bastard out there. Sorry if this writing is a bit angry and strong but that's just how I'm feelin right about now. All this politics/economy shit is distracting me from concentrating on school. However its also interesting..Sheeit.
What else.. went for a hike yesterday n took some sweet pics. hmmmm. but that's about it. might go back down to the sunshine/gold coast in november. .. saw abunch of europe pics on facebook. n friends, to those of you who are there, I'm happy for yah it looks sick..The closest thing I got to Oktoberfest is a freakin beer pong tournie next to our dining hall. ha. Anyways, lookin forward to lectures ending, and then my new zealand trip, and then to more contingent trips of lifeeeee. peace

Saturday, October 4, 2008

. O n T h e R o a d .



On Wednesday, September 24th, my friend and I had bought a ticket to Brisbane after previous plans had fell through. Once again, spontaneity and lack of thinking (first started in middle school) had set the course for what was to come. We arrived in Brisbane at 11:30, downtown at around 12am. Not having booked hostel reservations, Mat and I walked the streets for about an hour only to find that every single hostel in downtown Brisbane was full. Fortunately, three girls that were on our flight had their hostel reservations screwed up, were then given an empty room to stay in; so Matt and I seized the opportunity and bunked up with our friends (in this creep ass hostel) while enjoying a 60 dollar drink card (that the girls were given, but then gave to us) in the remaining bar that was still open. I'll spare the details, but it ended up being a pretty sweet first night in Brisbane.
Day two we took the train to Surfer's Paradise (funny name for a city). Apparently people surf there. The hostel that we stayed in contained people from all over the globe, but I'd like to mention our crazy South African roomie who would never sleep and our Italian roomie Fabio who was, well, reminded me of some crazy Italian. Anywho, we ended up seeing some friends from San Diego who are studying in Sydney and chilled w/ them for the night. The second night in surfers we were conned into a pub-crawl consisting of over 400 people (including some from uni). It was a shit show. Many good looking people. And we ran into an ol buddy Grant Walker from Laguna Hills. However, by the end of the 2nd night I was ready to move on and escape from the trendy and yuppie club scene.
The next day we caught a grey hound to Byron Bay, Australia, AKA my new favorite place. What used to be an artsy, bohemian, musical town where canned heat and other great bands played at, is still the artsy, bohemian, musical town with just more people and a little more money goin around. Jack Johnson actually owns a house 5 clicks down the road. We stayed at a hostel containg two Swedish girls, two German girls, and then two french girls. What a dream yah? Nothing really happened but it was funny because while we were hanging out, everything I would do they'd say "oh that's sooo american" and make a big joke bout it. Hmm. Anyways, the second day in Byron Bay we took a tour to the little town Nimbin (aka little Amsterdam) through "Jim's Alternative Tours". Boy was that a doozy. Have you ever heard of the Merry Pranksters? Well lets just say same idea here for Nimbin. As I stepped on the bus, amazing, chill, and insightful music was blasting. After picking everybody up, we began our hour drive towards the little town while Jim narrated the drive with stories and his favorite music. He also gave us advice about how to tackle nimbin. Again, I wont go into detail, but the Nimbin experience was quite amazing and out-of-this-world and I would definitely reccomend this tour to anyone who is looking for a genuine and strange experience. So on the drive home, everybody was in sort of in a different state of mind. Jim would take us through long rolling hills and wild corners with certain songs programed to fit every bit of it (we even climbed a huge hill just to play his 5min12sec song to play while rolling down the 5min12sec drive down the hill). After an hour of driving around beautiful countryside, we stopped at this old american hippie's house. His name was Paulie and he moved to Nimbin from NY in the 70's. After offering us fruit, informing us about his way of life, chilling in his little lakeside deck, and going on a little forest trek, we hopped back on the bus and drove through a rain forest, stopping an a 128 meter waterfall, stopped to pick up some food, and finally, finalllly all 25 of us were dropped off back to our hostels. WHEWWW! what a day. We loved Byron so much, we decided to skip our Fraser Island trip and stay in Byron for a total of 3 nights, the last being spent at an alternative hostel called Arts Factory. Arts Factory reminded me of a hippie commune packed with musicians and all different races of hippies that you could wonder up. This is also the place where great bands used to perform in the 70's.
Byron Bay was amazing, but we had to keep on trekin'. We headed up north past Brisbane in our just rented "Wicked Campervan" ('88 toyota van stuffed w/ a bed n kitchen) towards the Sunshine Coast to a town called Noosa. It comparable to being the "Laguna Beach" of Australia. There were many little ritzy and yuppie restaurants with tons of teens running around with their families. Everything closed at 12 but during the daytime, surfing was the number one activity. Mat and I rented surfboards for two days and walked around to different breaks (however the condishes weren't that great).
So I've also noticed that the girls in this part of Oz are more attractive than up in TSV. Sorry tsv but its true. There are more backpackers, more city folk, more beach goers, and just more people. On our last night in Noosa, just before we were about to leave the Koala Hostel, this girl tapped my window n asked me a questions about the van. To make a long story short, she ended up being an extremely cool, funny, and very cute girl from Switzerland which is extremely awesome. We talked for a long time and wanted to talk for more, but matt and her friend wanted to leave. Hopefully, someday, I'll meet up with her again n pick up where we left off. However, unfortunately, FB just told me she has a bf. wtf. Well, whatever happens is how it happens.
Anyways, today I woke up next to some beach south of Noosa, jumped in the ocean, rinsed off, drove to the Steve Erwin (God bless his soul) Zoo called the Australian Zoo, checked it out, then drove back to Brisbane, hopped on a flight back to Townsville, and just like that, my lil adventure was past.

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

s t r e s s e d

So yester was the most stressful, shitty day I've ever had in Australia. . Considering I've only been here for a lil over 2 months now. It's just that time of the semester where projects are piling up, runnin' low on cash, and its time for me to move on. But, I gotta finish this semester out, or else I'd be royally fucked by the law of school/money. I'll spare who ever may read this the drama over my rediculous math/supposed to be engineering class which is gettin way over my head, not only because the material is insane, but my professor, lectures, and assignments are just ..dumb.
You might be thinking (if you're in OZ w/ me), 'whats he got to worry about its his lecture break this weekend.' and yah thats true, except for the fact that our month of planning and excitement came to an abrupt end after one of the guys decided he won't be able to go. kinda screwed things up. . but I don't blame him at all, hes a good guy, and yah 21st birthdays are HUGE in Australia. So, after a day of freakin' out, Herrmann and I figuered shit out trying to make a trip that was affordable yet action packed, or perhaps EPIC. Soooo last night, late last night, we just randomly bought tickets for Brisbane (for tonight), luckily they weren't too expensive, and were now plannin to continue where we left off and try and hit the eipicness in a very cheap/bumlike way.
<---another stress pic
So I just got to get through one more day of 'imgonnahaveanervousbreakdown' class and then we leave for Brissie! With, what turned out to be, a bunch o' my friends bein on my filght! mile highclub??TENFOLD! I tell you that plane ride is gonna be an ORGY!!
Until more crazy shit hits the fan, im out. peace

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

It's Been A While

Alright..first of all I'd like to thank Ran-man for giving me some inspiring beats to chill too while I copy his idea of creating a blog. Now that that's outa the way, i just wanna say, it's been a while.
It has definitely been a long time since I've kicked it in the OG. Its been some time since I've chilled with Graham (wish him the best), it's been a while since I've beached it and hit up the tundra. It's been a while since the whole Riverside crew/Jared and others have all hung out together. Living away from home (the majority of the time) for over two years now has been quite the experience and many, many things are different. Yet many are still the good ol' same.
Anywhoo, finally after two years in San Diego and intense study abroad research, I finally am givin the opportunity to travel solo and explore the world limited only by time and money (but I make the best of it). With the help of my parents, motivation from my sis and friends alike, and the urge to get outa Milwaukie, Oregon, I'm now in the middle of an epic journey. . . Sold all my stocks and put all my life savings into the old checking account. And then I left. "School" is a great excuse for going, but its not the main reason.
I arrived in Guadalajara, Mexico on June 6th (D-day). I'll sum this mexico part up real quick even though it was one of the most enjoyable times of my life. I was placed to live for 6 weeks with an amazing family that didn't speek english, and my spanish was horrible. Eventually, after taking a class and being forced to speak, by the end of the trip I was able to get around easily. On the weekends we'd excursion to sick places such as Puerto Vallarta, Guanajuato, San Miguel De Allende, Lake Chapala, Barra de Navidad, Lake Santa Maria de Oro and more. I've been the best people, locals and students alike that'll always be close. Once the last night came around, we freaked, got shwasted of Azul taquia, and barely made it to the airport to catch my flight to the LA (was pretty out of it).
I was in LA for about 10 hours, stopped at my aunts house, ate heaps of Philipino food, then boarded a plane headed for Sydney, Australia, then to Cairns where I had my Australearn Orientation. It was there that I met heaps of americans from all over, and many, i'd say most are the shit (as in really really cool). Once we arrived in Townsville (if you dont know where that's at look it up on the Australian map) and settled in our 'college' called George Roberts, we were introduced into the NorthQueensland way of life. Orientaion week was sick and I had never drank so much goon (boxed wine), actually I've never really drank goon and been hazed like that ever. It was freakin hilarious. After getting comfortable, I finally figured out what there is to do in ol' hickville, I mean Townsville. With the rainforest in our backyard, and the beach in the front, well ther's actually a lot to to up here. Its been almost two months now and we've all tackeled a ton of shit. From what I can recall, O-week, Jarouma Falls camping, BBQ's, Whitsunday Sailing/scuba, Fisher Sheild, Flinders St, CVA Volunteer trip, my 21st, and many more have been high lights and all have redic stories that I can only half remember. I love it here, schools sucks, but the people (way laid back and super sarcastic) know how to have a good time. I gota be honest however, the girl scene hasn't impressed me too much, at least not as much as Grant says how hot they are in Sydney. But he's in Sydney, and I'm in the Bush, but I would never trade experiences.
Next week in lecture recess and I'm planning to drive down to Brisbane with some homies and check out Byron Bay, Fraser Island, and Nimbin (pot/hippie-capitol of Australia). Should be a doozy. Anyway, now for the conclusion. . . It's been a while since I left the US. . . and that's definitely okay with me. I do miss Oregon, its trees, air, and people. But all that's waiting for me for whenever I return. Peace

By the way, yall better be registered and voting for Barack Obama this Nov. . .