I’m a Seahorse! A Horse that is a Sea! Sea to the Horse!

18 08 2009

Music: Little Shadow (Acoustic) – Yeah yeah yeahs

I sadly leave the blue mountains.  I’m terribly excited for Melbourne, though.  There is nothing that can compare to going to a new city, getting on a plane and changing scenery.  I’ve finally even gotten used to taking planes.  Total piece of cake.

I’m excited for Melbourne for a few reasons:
1. EVERYBODY who has either lived in or travelled Australia talks about how amazing Melbourne is; and those who
know me, tell me how much I’ll love Melbs.  Something about the cafe and arts culture….??
2. New Couch Surfing Hosts who like nicknaming people after animals and who enjoy fun facts and people.
3. Road trip with Ben (my new Bff, in case you didn’t know…more about ben in a future post)
4. Coffee
5. Art

Great first signs.

I meet a Kiwi on the bus.
He takes me towards the direction I need to go.
I get lost.
I get new directions.
I get on a tram
I avoid paying because i’m a foreigner.
I meet Panda, one of my three hosts.
I meet Walrus, a Floridian (??) also couch surfing.  I then meet Turtle and Giraffe, two English also couch surfing.
In walks Seal.  These hosts really like hosting.  Good.
I am Sea Horse.  Is it clear why?  Wolf Cub, who has never even met me, except through what he can imagine from
texts and emails has pinned me Sea to the Horse.
There are remains all over the house of other surfers: funny hats, stolen signs advertising sausage rolls and soft drinks, remains of previously nicknamed surfers by their animals frozen in plastic positions, random signs with unintentionally provacotive messages, christmas lights and items to place on mantels.   I got the warmest sleeping bag on an 80’s vynil couch in the dining room.

Sunday morning: MELBOURNE!!!!

Breath in the sights (it’s cold!), walk along the Yarra river waterfront, gaze at the unique architecture and monster size bees on buildings. Visit art museums with exhibitions on Dali, Len Lye, Pompeii, and Space.  Eat street sushi and walk down the upbeat and funky Brunswick st, Chapel St, Toorak St and really, every other street in Melbourne.

Sunday, Monday and Tuesday were three days, spent on foot, discovering the hidden alleys of Melbourne and trying a new little cafe’s coffee every day while staring at the colourful grafitti; I walked through numerous parks, I looked at new architecture and old architecture and took photos of both.  I ate at small little vegetarian Hare Krishna places, I stared out at the ocean from the boardwalk.  I met awesome and motivational new people and chatted with them over cups of tea on comfy couches and schooners of beer in bars with great atmospheres.

My besty from Brisbane, Ed, came to see me for my last weekend in Melbourne.  He is more into ballin’ it in hotel rooms, so I got the glories of sleeping on a King size bed and heating.  I had a good time showing him what i knew of Melbourne and catching up and sadly saying a second goodbye.  Bye lil’ Ed.

The minute Ed left, I had a phone call from another Brissy mate, Matt.  He was down in the south visiting family and invited me over for a big family dinner.  His Uncle had lived in Canada and was happy to treat a Canadian to dinner.  (I LOVE PEOPLE!!!!)

I met Matts family and died of happiness!  They reminded me of how, even though within a family we can all be
so different, at the end of the day, you’re a family and that’s all that matters.  They were loud and happy and I had plenty of people to talk to and meet.  Matt even had some cute older cousins ;) haha.  Matts uncle made me poached eggs on toast in the morning… how could a day start any better??

I <3 Melbourne.





One Tequila, Two Tequila, Three Tequila… Seven Hour Hike in the Australian Bush!

18 08 2009

music: Swagga like us- ft. Kanye West, Jay Z, lil wayne) T.I

I’d gotten what i could out of Canberra (read: drank all the wine the city could offer), so I decided to catch a ride with
Vanessa to Sydney as it was a free lift out of Canberra.  Since I’d been to Sydney a few times already and wasn’t too interested in throwing my money at their clubs and shops, I decided to spend a few days in the yet unvisited by me
Blue Mountains.  I made this decision last minute, so the night before we left (Wednesday) I quickly booked a flight on the Saturday night from Sydney to Melbourne and emailed a fellow couch surfer to see if his couch was free to be surfed upon.

It was; he called me Thursday afternoon to say that he could indeed host me and show me the best spots to hike around  the Blue Mountains. :)

(Couch Surfing?   To answer your questions, it’s a facebook-like website, where travellers around the world offer places for people to crash a few nights, to meet up for a drink, or a bite to eat.  It’s a good way to get to see a different side to the place you are visiting and meet locals, rather than backpackers.  Backpackers are cool, but they know just as much as you do about the local area.  Furthermore, with couch surfing, you are less likely to fall into the expensive tourist traps…)

(Blue Mountains?  This is a national park a few hours out of Sydney, with some of the most beautiful mountains filled with great hikes, great sights and a chance to be out in nature).

(Why was Vanessa going to Sydney?  You might not care… but the answer is funny!  To see a live performance with her mother of… wait for it…wait for it… DR. PHIL!!!  Heeheehee.)

I talked to Brett (my host) and he owns a few shops, one of them being in Katoomba, the town I was staying in.  When
I got to Katoomba, after a beautiful train ride, that slowly went up too 3000 feet above sea level (Australia gets cold up here!!!!) with a beautiful view of the red cliffs that are the blue mountains (they’re blue from far away… true story), I dropped my stuff off at his shop and headed out right away to get the most out of the day.

There was a short (but beautiful) hike where I got to see the epic Three Sisters, and a look into the valley, where about two weeks ago, a British boy was found after 12 days of being lost in the forest.  Note to self: don’t wander off the track and bring cell phone.  The bushes were dence and huge… not the type of place you wanna play hide and go seek with yourself.

I met Brett later that night, after he was finished work.  He picked me up and we headed to his beautiful place on top of hill.  We got to know each other over a few drinks (go figure) and then, him and his mates took me to a Korean
place for dinner where we shared a couple bottle of wines over some kimchee.  AFterwards we headed to a local pub for some (…many) drinks.

I woke up the next morning, after a night of numerous bottles of wine and numerous shots of tequila.  I was super keen to go on my previously planned 7 hour hike, through the National park.  I wanted to hit up the sights and struggles of the Wentworth trail and the National Pass.  I’m pretty sure Brett was amazed at my stamina… he kept reassuring that I was ok.  Pfftt… wine and tequila?  Nothing Lindzy can’t handle (I will need a double espresso of course).

I spent the day hiking and loving it.  Guys, It was absolutely beautiful.  The pictures don’t do it justice (unless I had a camera like Ben Vellas… ;) Ben!!!!  I’m not right next to you!!!)

Before I had even reached the Wentworth trail, I was already pretty tired from the National Pass hike, and going around in circles for a good hour, untill a friendly jogger pointed me in the right direction for the Wentworth trail.

“Experienced walkers only.”  The sign read… Now, what is that supposed to mean?  I’ve been walking for about 24 years now… does that count?  Sounds like a dare to me!  (always keeping the britsh backpacker in mind…)

I set out on a steep walk down through gorgeous waterfalls and rocks and rivers, which brought me to a thick, but
still decently marked trail.  The deeper I went in, the more the idea of snakes (and how Australia has all of deadliest, RIGHT HERE!!) kept crossing my mind.  Somehow that 4 hour bit took me 2 hours… fear makes you faster i guess!

That was untill I got to the “Slack Stairs”.  Just cause something says ’slack’ doesn’t mean it’s easy.  I have never climbed so many stairs in my life. I had to stop a couple of times for a little tea break.  Again, the sights were beautiful, but if i ever see 2000 stairs in a row again… *shake fist*.

The day was  a success (note: when rereading this post to edit and I saw this statement, I laughed to myself and
thought: “Pffft, my LIFE is a success.”  True story.)  ESPECIALLY when my host brought home his hilarious roomate
and friend, and a huge order of curry takeout that they insisted I eat some of.

I finished the night off with some hilarious Australian television programming: Summer Heights High.  A  mockumentary and possibly the funniest show i’ve ever seen. Next stop: Melbourne!!!

(Note: I did talk to Brett after my 7 hour hike, and apparently he couldn’t keep up with this (moi) master drinker.
AFter one hour of having his shop open, he had to put a “Be Back at 11:30″ sign on his door, so that he could
take a nap in the back and sleep off the tequila… weeeaaaak).





You and Ottawa Both, Canberra…

6 08 2009

Music: I got a feelin’- Black Eyed Peas.

Next stop on the list: Canberra.  Now normally people backpacking through Australia skip Canberra… it’s kind of this random city in a valley sandwhiched between Melbourne and Sydney.

It’s also the nations capitol.

I know, i know, you’re surprised.  So are Australians when i tell them that Canada’s capitol is not Toronto… or Vancouver… or Montreal… or Seattle…(It’s Ottawa in case you forgot…)

To be fair, I assumed Sydney was Australias capital.  Why in heavens would it be Canberra?  I’ll tell you why.  Back in the day, Melbourne and Sydney were fighting over who was better than the other, and who deserved to be the Capitol (soooo Australian…), so they decided just to find a place in between the two to settle the argument.  Seriously.

So here I am.  Even after every Australian outside of Canberra told me I was crazy to go, that it was cold, boring and an embarrassement to Australia.

Well, it’s not that bad.  It’s actually really nice and beautiful.  Plus, my friend Vanessa (who came to Guelph on exchange in first year) lives here.  Nothing better than a classic Guelph reunion!

After the 30 degree weather of the Daintree rainforest, I was a little shocked to walk around 10 degree weather.  It was nice though, crisp, clean, refreshing, and the trees were actually losing their leaves… something I haven’t seen in more than a year.

Much to everyones surprise, I have had a blast in Canberra.  Vanessa and I have had a great time catching up, sightseeing (there is so much to see in the city: museums, wineries, Parliament…), drinking heaps of delicious wine (Canberra is known for its Shiraz), footy games and meeting V’s friends.  Also, a friend from Japan lives here, Seiji, and even though he had swine flu the whole time, I did finally get to meet up for lunch and meet his super cute and sweet girlfriend Steph.

Canberra=Success :)

Still a happy traveller.






It’s Not an Island (but it sure feels like one)

3 08 2009

So, remember the movie FernGully: The Last Rainforest?  Cute animated movie from the early 90’s?

Yah, that’s pretty much where I was for a month.

Yes, I saw magical fairies.

Nat and I (for old times sake… and it being cheaper) took a two day train from Brisbane to Cairns early one morning.  It was a loooong train ride.  I was excited at first… a chance to see beautiful Aussie scenery and make brief stops in tiny towns on the way up, just to be able to say i’d been.  (Step out of the train, “Wooo!!  I’ve been to Bundaberg!”  Three hours later…. “Woo!!  I’ve been to Tully!!… anywho, you get the point.)

For two days, heading north, the scenery doesn’t change much.  Just in case you were wondering.  Dry land with brown grass and lonely skinny trees for hours, then sugar cane fields for hours (with that terrible mollases smell…).

Anyway, we finally got to Cairns, and I’m really excited to stretch my legs and walk around.

“How long is the drive from Cairns to the Daintree?” Me, excited to finally be out of a 3 by 10 cell.

“About two hours.”

Waah wah waaaaaaaaaaaah.

So two hours later, a ferry ride across a croc ridden river and a extremely windy drive through the middle of a forest we finally made it to… the pub.

Yes the pub.  The meeting place of Cow Bay.  Where everyone knows your name… and everything else about everyone else.  It’s where all the locals go and drink bad Australian beer and smoke hand rolled cigarettes after a long (actually …short…they don’t have much work ethic up here) day of work.

Natalie and I stayed with Nats dad, Chris, his partner Kerry and her son Cody, in Kerry’s extremely beautiful balinese style house at the end of a dirt road, surrounded by the beautiful trees of the rainforest.

The Place

Once you pass the river (that yes, does have crocodiles in it…one kid has been eaten… beware!) you are in the rainforest.  Unfortunately (for the animals and the soil) there is a long (recently) paved road that runs through it, beginning at Cow Bay and finishing at Cape Tribulation. Unfortunate for nature, but lucky for us tourists.  After the ferry, you come to Cow Bay first.  I like to think that the heart of Cow Bay is the tea farm.  It’s the only organic tea farm in Australia and it’s a family run business.   The fields of deep green tea surround a hill.  At the top of the hill is a beautiful house where my favourite residents of Cow Bay live.

My first full day there, I went to the top of the hill to meet Babe.  That’s not her real name, but once you meet her, you’re just like, yah!  Babe!  She is this fabulous, bubbly, positive, upbeat woman who is so encouraging and insists that everyone “Rock on!”  (This one time, I went to the school to pick up her little ones with her, and as soon as she stepped foot on the school playground, kids started surrounding her and hugging her “Hey Babe!  Hi Babe!”  Once we’d collected Ben and Eva and were walking out the gate, the school children all shouted, as we left “Rock On Babe!!!”  hahahah!).

Anyways, if you keep heading north from the tea farm, you pass a few restaurants (one of which I worked at, serving tourists their burgers and milkshakes and kangaroo and teaching Americans where Toronto is and meeting Australians who know where Kitchener is and meeting Canadians that had job offers for me for when i get back :) ) and come to the road where Kerry lives.

Interesting thing about the rainforest, if you live there, your house has to be green or brown and can’t be seen from the road.  This is the same for the resorts that run along the road further up; so that when you drive along the road, all you see is trees to your right and left and trees growing up above the road, creating a beautiful green tunnel.

This place is absolutely beautiful.  Second day: Beach.  Oh my god.  The beaches.  They are absolutely breathtaking.  This is where I meet Shorty.  Cow Bay’s favourite grandpa.  He’s an older man, a Vietnam vet, who has retired to the rainforest, and spends everyday (actually, EVERYDAY) on the beach, drinking VBs.  Only VB.  From when the sun gets up to when it goes to sleep, Shorty is drinking VB, working on his tan and taking walks along the beach.  (If it’s raining, he goes to the pub).

The rainforest is a whole other world.  The people that live there, live in a certain isolation.  The only connection is Telstra (I’m Virginmobile, so i had no reception for over a month) and the only good internet is at a few of the backpackers (first time i used the internet i had to walk 2 hours and pay $10 an hour).  Even the residents admit that you have to be pretty unique to live up there.  I spent time with some of them, Babe, Will, Adam, Ed and Simon, and they were all definitely unique.

The People

Will was a young guy in his early 20’s and I was shocked that he chose to live up there.  After asking if he gets lonely (there are about 5 people in their 20’s in cowbay…if that…), he replied that he enjoys solitude and has his two dogs for company.  Will had this huge property full of gardens and trees and an open house… the only covering was the mosquito net on his bed.   There was a funny outdoor toilet and shower, and from the house you could hear the waves from the sea. He enjoyed good coffee, card games and smoking his bush pot, so we got along well.

Simon was cool, and i met him on the beach one afternoon, when we were all sitting around a campfire, drinking and smoking funny bush pot (i might as well warn you now, there was a lot of ‘funny bush pot’ up here).  His kids, Oscar and Tilly, were the cutest kids of all and Simon was super friendly.  We hung out a few times, and he would make me fresh salads from the stuff we would pull from his gardens and give me bowls of ice cream with fresh passion fruit on it.

Ed was a quiet guy with a boat.  We also got along well.  He would often find me sleeping on the beach or walking towards the beach, and then would take me out on his boat.  His house was full of aboriginal arts and crafts and he always made me drink too many strongbows.  He loved having me around, cause I’m a really good fisher.  I don’t want to be, but I just am.  I guess fish know that I’m not there to harm them or their home.  (I did eat one of the fish i caught, and ended up being sick that night… then i took another chance, tried the fish again a few days later, and was sick again… i get the point, Universe, and I’m sorry!).  He took Nat and me out on his boat for a two day trip to the reef, it was amazing and nauseating.  For a few days after I could hardly walk straight.

Adam was a guy in his 30s who had a job helping his friends run their resort/restaurant.  He is originally from Melbourne, but moved up to help out his buddies.  Adam would pick me up in the mornings and take me for walks along the beach with his dogs, where we would go crocodile hunting (we really did see crocodiles).  He drove me into Cairns a few times.  He goes their often because his partner lives there.

The Atmosphere

Everyone here loves a little solitude.  They all live on their lonesome on these huge properties and the only way to get power is to run generators.  I could go on and on, talking about the craziness of this place, but my word count is already ridiculous.

The Daintree is quiet, and I got to do a lot of thinking, writing, reading, walking and time on my own.  It’s nice to be in a place where you are constantly surrounded by beauty.  I enjoyed my job a lot; it gave me a chance to converse with people and keep myself from going crazy.  The people that owned the restaurant were awesome too.  If it got too busy, they gave me a XXXX (beer) and the chef made me delicious meals everyday.

I could seriously keep telling stories about my time up North.  I feel like I have barely said anything.  If you’re interested, we’ll sit down and chat about it, cause I’ll be home in TWO MONTHS!!!!