15 May 2013

You May Live in Minnesota If...

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From time to time, I do miss home. When these moods hit, I usually get on the Google to find something relating to being at home in good ol’ Minnesota (in addition to looking at throwback pictures). Here’s something I have found online from comedian Jeff Foxworthy. Gives me a good chuckle when I’m missing you Minnesotans:

You may live in Minnesota if...

  • You refuse to buy something because it is "too spendy"
  • Your local Dairy Queen is closed between November through March
  • Someone in the Home Depot stores offers you assistance and they don't even work there
  • You have worn shorts and a jacket at the same time
  • You have had a lengthy telephone conversation with someone who has dialed the wrong number
  • "Vacation" means going anywhere near a lake
  • You measure distance in hours
  • You know several people who have hit a deer more than once
  • You have switch from 'heat' to 'A/C' and then back again in the same day
  •  You can drive 75mph (120kmh) through 2 feet (61cm) of snow during a raging blizzard without flinching
  • You install security lights on your house and garage, but leave both doors unlocked
  • You design your kids Halloween costume to fit over a snowsuit
  • The speed limit on the highway is 55mph (89kmh) - you're going 80mph (130kmh) and everyone is passing you
  • Driving is better in the winter because potholes are filled
  • You know all four seasons: almost winter, winter, still winter, road construction
  • You find 10 degrees (-12c) a "little chilly"
  • You think the ketchup is a little "too spicy"
  • There are 7 empty cars running in the parking lot at any given time
  • You know a "brat" is something you eat
  • You can identify a Southern or Eastern accent
  • If you know how to say: Shakopee, Mahtomedi, Cloquet, Edina and Wayzata
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If you understand these jokes you definitely do live, or have lived, in Minnesota! 

Hope you had a good chuckle and happy finally Spring, or maybe just summer now, Minnesota!

All the best,
:D

12 May 2013

Ditch Crossings.

 
You sure do enter New Zealand quite often – Customs Officer
*stamps passport – visitor visa valid for 3 months*

Thanks – Me
*continues on to claim luggage*


For those who still have yet to catch on, the Tasman Sea in this part of the world is also known as the Ditch (like America and the Brits call the Atlantic Ocean the Pond).  Anyway, I crossed the ditch to return to Auckland for 10 days to sort some business. [I love how that sounds.] I’m also sincerely sorry for those Kiwi mates of mine who never saw or heard from me during this time – believe me, I wanted to but I had to sort out my business.

I caught a red eye Jetstar flight from Melbourne to Auckland. For those curious on the airline, I would not recommend it. My knees were in the seat in front of me and because it is a heavy discount airliner, you know the type of clientele attracted. After arriving in Auckland at 5.15am on Saturday, they made us walk down on to the tarmac to bus it to a terminal entrance and then walk for an eternity to reach customs  - all to supposedly save a dollar on my flights.

Great thing my good mate David was ready at the airport to pick me up. Since there was a wide-shouldered man next to me on the overnight flight, I ended up getting maybe 1 hour of sleep. I was very tired. Unfortunately hostel check-ins are not until 2pm. I had over 8 hours I needed to keep myself awake – top 5 lifetime challenge.

Suffering through some breakfast and drinking coffee like water, I crashed at 3pm. After all, I spent nearly a year in this city so what else was there really to see? I was right. After 3 days in Auckland all I did was sort my business, see Olympus has Fallen [B rating], send mum her Mother’s Day card [you never, ever forget Mom's day no matter where in the world you are], and spent my remaining Kiwi dollars. Boring as. What’s opposite of boring as? Well, a road trip to Tongariro National Park AND Taupo!! 

So that’s what my mate David and I did: booked ourselves a hostel in National Park Village and Taupo for the remainder of my time in Kiwi land.

Driving down to Tongariro National Park


Tongariro National Park is home to a few active volcanoes, the latest eruptions occurring sometime last year. Thankfully, nothing of such nature occurred during my brief visit. This place is also home to the famous Tongariro National Park, and has even been featured in the Minnesota Star Tribune travel.  You can do most of the track, but there are certain portions closed off from last year’s eruption. Unfortunately, weather conditions didn’t permit David and I from doing the 6-8 hour trek (plus, we were drastically underprepared for the cold weather). Instead we opted for the charilift and having a coffee at New Zealand’s highest cafĂ©. 




David and I going up via chairlift

2 chairlifts later and I made it to 2020metres (6,627ft)

Having a coffee at the highest cafe in New Zealand
Unfortunately, what comes up must go down....yikes




After freezing our bums off and returning down below the cloud deck, we did a few of the shorter treks (we’re talking 45 min return, MAX, treks). These included:

1. Mounds Walk – nobody knows for certain how large mounds were formed at the foot of the mountain!
          

            You also get to see school children that are so bored they do this:
                       

3. Tawhai Falls Walk – beautiful waterfall set back from the main drag!
             

4. Ridge Walking Track- offered great views of the park!
             


After mucking about the Village (believe me, this was a village) we drove on over to Taupo to muck about town and visit the prawn park [Ma, we should have gone done this when you visited!] Did you know that prawn live approximately 2 years and lay millions of eggs. They also get smart so catching the more mature, larger ones was a bit of a task.

 
David was ecstatic to try his luck at some Prawn fishing! (But who the heck dressed him?)

Prawn being farmed.

Largest catch of the day! (But the bugger jumped outta the bucket later on)

Look what I'm about to boil up...YUM!

Since Taupo is also a very big tourist attraction, we just had to muck about town and whatnot:

Taupo Saturday Morning market

Mischief Rose at Taupo Rose Garden

Sweetwaters Rose at Taupo Rose Garden

Of course all road trips have to come to an end, so on our way back to Auckland we stopped by Hamilton Gardens to stretch our legs (it’s 3 ½ hours from Taupo, mate!).

Leg Stretching.

Hamilton Gardens


And unfortunately I must catch a 7.30am return flight to Melbourne in order to, ya know, start earning some Aussie dollars.

Cheers for now!
:D

PS my intent was to get to the airport by 5.30 with the free shuttle in order to check in and have some relaxing time with a solid coffee. Alarm thus set for 4.20am (just to be sure). Woke up at 5.20am! It was like Home Alone 1 and 2 (and thankfully I did pack the night before). And yes, I did catch my flight ON TIME (but had NO relaxing time for coffee).


11 May 2013

Adios Amigo.


After disembarkation from Pacific Jewel, and Pat being “randomly selected” for a quarantine check (the items he was able to sneak by were astonishing) we took our shuttle direct to Sydney’s international airport so we could say our good-byes for Pat to catch his flight home to America and I a bus to Canberra.

Hungry Jacks eaten; Toilet 19-million times; and our good-byes were completed.

Welcome to Australian Capital Territory (ACT). This is the capital state of Australia (in case you couldn’t tell by the name). Since nobody could choose between placing the Federal Australian government in Melbourne or Sydney, they chose a spot kinda in the middle. (During the years this city and state were literally be constructed, government was seated in Melbourne). 

Firstly, I had to return to Elementary school to learn the difference between capital and capitol. Here they are according to Merriam Webster:

  • Capitol: A building in which a state legislative body meets.
  • Capital: A city that serves as the center of government. 
 Enough of the textbooks, let's get back to vacation mode! I imagine this place resembles the smoky mountains in America.


View from Telstra Tower

Not the greatest pic, but look at our roading.

View from Parliament

It was all-beautiful. The greatest part was visiting Parliament, and getting to see the heart of the Federal Government of Australia.  Now, unfortunately the Prime Minister, Julia Gillard, was out of town doing some speeches in Meblourne (apparently she’s pretty down in the polls for the upcoming federal elections). So the best I could do was this picture:

Hey Julia! (She's also the first woman to hold the PMs office in Oz)


Now Australia became a Federation in 1902. This was the table and paper that the Queen “signed with her own hand” to grant such free governing powers.

Everyone knows she just signed it without ready any of the Terms and Conditions

Sweet feet being a part of history


Parliament house is built in to a hill, protecting them from bombs? Here’s a few extra pics for your viewing pleasure:

Walking up to Parliament

Seal of Australia

In front of Parliament

Australia House of Representatives

Australian Senate


The ACT also has some blunt road signs as you drive about:



Also, since when did this become acceptable??



Overall, a lovely city to visit for a week and view mountains. [Why does Word say the previous sentence is a ‘fragment’?] Apparently they have some decent ski hills during winter – which is just around the corner! However, as the town is solely built for government function, it’s like a sleepy little suburb.

Anyways, cheers for now!
:D

PS try couch surfing at least once on your travels. It was quite the experience!

10 May 2013

Welcome Aboard the Pacific Jewel


Here comes Peter Cotton Tail;
Hoppin' Down the bunny trail;
Hippity Hoppity;
Easter's on its way


Who doesn't like to set sail in such Easter bliss?

First time cruisers, such as myself, are flushed with high spirits and eagerness. Being on a giant, floating city is astounding! Being on a giant, floating city with 1,700 Aussie's is even better yet!

My mate Patrick and I boarded the Pacific Jewel of P&O Cruise Lines on Easter Sunday, setting course for the Pacific Island countries of Vanuatu and New Caledonia. Firstly, here's some stats on our lil behemoth of a boat:

  • 1,950 - passenger capacity
  • 730 - crew
  • 7 specialty bars
  • 2 pools with a jumbo tron 
  • 245 metres (or 269 yards) in length 
The best part of this entire experience: being a lazy blob. Literally your trays were handed to you, your beverages brought to you, your room tidied twice daily. No honest reason to lift a finger (unless to obtain the barman's attention). Unfortunately it's really true that an average cruise passenger gains 2-3 kilos (4-7lbs) on a 10 day excursion. Is there a correlation here?

Check-in and security were a breeze, and being issued with your personalized cruise card to rack up the biggest tab of your life only brings a smile to your face. As I walked up the gangway and entered the ships main lobby for the first time, I was only reminded of how the Titanic sunk or how Poseidon's glass dome ruptured.  Anyway, back to being flushed with those high spirits and eagerness (there are no ice bergs and no glass dome, so it's all sweet).  

We flipped a U-turn in Sydney Harbour to sail under the Sydney Harbour Bridge and by the Sydney Opera House/Sydney City Centre. Once out of the harbour it was full steam ahead for 3 days to our first port of call: Port Vila, Vanuatu! Now what do I do?

The Little Tug Boat that Could Turn Us All Around

To be honest, I always thought the thing was a bit more white; Sydney in background with P&O's Pacific Princes in harbor.
Cya Sydney!
Now that I've a few days to simply holiday I think I will. First up, scavenger hunt to become acquainted with this behemoth. Fully completed cards in the draw by 8pm tonight get a mega prize! (I didn't win.) [PS this is the time when all the cruise pros make their dinner reservations and reserve shore tours.]

The first day on board is when the ship heavily promotes their first 24 hour specials with discounts on everything. Only discount I chose is the thermal spa package with my "partner" Pat (the couples special was heaps cheaper than individually). All the tax and duty free items I passed on (and it turns out they never stop promoting this). Finally, if you wait until the final hours of the cruise they offered an internet special to help you ensure flight and other travel details were dealt with before arrival. Otherwise I was never connected to that scary world wide web for 9 full days.

Pretty much anyone who knows me would guess I don't openly splurge on health and beauty items. But this thermal spa package was like an early gift from the bank of Mum & Dad (monetary compensation appears unlikely to arrive). Complete with a full-on sauna, herbal room, meditation room, steam room, 4 different shower types and a relaxation room that included 3 different types of water. Well, as I say, it was absolutely delicious!

What? Where am I or was I going with this? Anyway, Pat and I had our dinner with a view of the sunset over the open ocean. No bad, eh:


Apparently that's the best one I have. Still B-E-A-U-T-F-I-F-U-L.


1,2,3 April: Days at Sea

We purchased an inside cabin as this was the cheapest option. And let’s face this: we are both currently unemployed global travelers. As the cabin is fully inside, there is no window and thus no light to alert you that morning has arrived. We both woke up at 9.30am thinking it was 4.30am until our phones advised us otherwise. I needed the sleep (as always).

After beginning our day with a coffee on the ocean we hit up the Aqua Spa with our thermal pass to think about it, sweat it out, sweat it out further, breathe it in, and finally drink 3 types of water with a complimentary glass of champagne and your book. (And afterwords we had the 3-course fine dining experience.) Being a global traveler is absolutely exhausting.

Every evening the lovely entertainment team put on variety shows and do silly stuff on stage. Guest entertainers also include a comedian, magician/comedian, adult comedian, and musician (Pat will tell you I despised of Nathan the musician).

Tonight's show included the elderly comedian who couldn't quite keep his storyline straight, spoke in a Scottish mumble and salivated over the first 3 rows. It was mediocre, included-in-the-ticket-price show. If I find his name somewhere I'll let ya all know to just avoid him, and for you Americans that should be fairly easy as he doesn't get out much (he's confined to a ship, for goodness sakes).

The entertainment team gives every passenger plenty of activities to choose from. Trivia to whiskey tasting to lecture on sea life to pool games and bingo. Who would not enjoy at least one of those activities? For me, I also like some R&R time since this is suppose to be a holiday, right?

Sailaway Party

Thermal Spa Relaxation Room

Pat ballroom dancing with a Nanna


With fairly large swells one evening, the staff placed puke bags throughout the ship. Since leaving Sydney I gradually gained my sea legs, but using the elevator in a continually moving "building" completely freaked me out. That one particular evening with heavy swells was the only time I really felt the motion sickness (sitting in the Marquee show lounge with strobe lights didn't do me any favours). Nothing a bit of rest and some water didn't rectify. Thankfully, no puke recorded (for me, at least).

Now, are you ready for some cruise tips from a first time cruiser?! If you're not, here they are anyway:

  • It's good to note how large your port of calls are. Since ours were quite small, resources were limited and thus shore tours booked up quickly. It may be worth your while to pre-book tours before departure online but then you can't surrender them from the terrible rain. 
  • Know where you're going. What currency do they accept? What language is spoken? What are there normal business hours? What are there normal retail hours? Generally you've only 8-10 hours in a port so knowing all this in advance makes that precious time all the better. (But always remember, it's your vacation, so do whatever makes you smile that day.)
  • Here's a grand one from Aunty Sue: record all purchases made! Everyone receives a cruise card, and it's up to you how you want to settle your on-board account. I personally synced up my seemingly limitless credit card so the final day there was no hassle for me. To be fair, the cruise line does let you cap your expenditures so nothing can be purchased above and beyond that. But definitely write it all down. After 10 days on holiday, on a ship being bombarded to spend, it's easy to lose track. (And nobody wants to be the one at reception on the final night begging for the credit card not to be run until after she brings her balance below its limit.) [True story that was.] 
4 April: 8-hour Port Vila, Vanuatu

We disembarked Pacific Jewel at 8.15am for our snorkel tour in Pango Cove with Mark and Brian. Jaw-dropping awesomesauce! I'm not a big fan of the aquariums, and after seeing this I doubt I'll return to one anytime soon.  You’ll have to do it yourself, as I don’t have one of those fancy underwater cameras. Maybe I should invest?

This was only a 2 hour tour, so after a return to the ship and a quick shower/change, it was time for some culture!

Since Vanuatu has no immigration, you just walk off the ship to catch a taxi bus. Firstly, I had to pay 2 Australian Dollars for my passport stamp at the nearest souvenir shop – otherwise it’s like I was never there. Secondly, Pat and I had to barter our taxi fare to the cultural village with the approximately 20 or so taxi bus drivers desperate for business.

Taxi Bus Drivers waiting in Port Vila, Vanuatu.

We settled on 20 Australian Dollars (he did way more than just drive us to the village). The taxi bus delivered us to the Ekasup Cultural Village to learn more about the Ni-Vanuatu (native Venuatuians). Top 5 interesting facts:

1.     Majority of people do not believe in, or use, modern medicine but rather their tribal medicine.
2.     The guides Nanna lived until 108 (she never stepped inside a Westernized hospital)!
3.     Ni-Vanuatu never give their medical treatments out, not even to their families. Apparently it is a way to ensure people remain connected and visits the ill with their remedies.
4.     Vanuatu is said to be home to around 1 million people back in the day. Cannibalism has largely reduced this to today’s current populations of approximately 250,000. The last recorded event of cannibalism in Vanuatu was 1969. Hungry?
5.      Boys have to wait until they are 6 to join the hunting/trapping group. By 10 or 12 you’re expected to be on your own. Women, if sick, are not expected to cook for 2 weeks.




 Our taxi bus drive returned to pick us up, as scheduled, to bring us to a small park with an amazing photo op!

Port Vila



After our photo op, our taxi bus driver returned us to the center of town where our plan was to gradually walk back to the ship. During this walk, we stumbled upon a permanent market (as pictured below). Wandered through soaking up all of those mental images I will never forget. Now we also had to eat at said market. So far, I have not puked or had the squirts (fingers crossed).

Pat eagerly awaiting food.

Eagerly awaited food.


A few interesting facts about the country of Vanuatu:

1.     The country drives on the right! Bloody hard to cross the street considering I have been in left-handed driving countries as of late. Plus, let us be perfectly honest, it is not like the government could afford such luxuries as road markings.
2.     Two drinks cost us 1,200VAT. That works out to about 13AUD or 13.35USD
3.     It is hot as hell, also known as tropical. The sauna had a temperature of upper 80’s with about 90% humidity.  8 hours here was enough.


Yet more noticeable notes to take note of:

  • I sincerely thought our taxi bus driver was going to drive us away to rob us and possibly murder us OR go in to a vicious underground world. Should not have watched Taken 2 the night before. Also may feel much safer with 6-ish or more folks in the taxi as well.
  • Loading docks consist of a handful of guys chucking boxes off the truck and walking them in to the store. No more complaining about physical work in ungodly weather conditions. 
  • There really are not any billboards or advertising, minus that of Digicel (a prominent mobile phone provider). You can also top-up your prepay mobile device at handy kiosks randomly located about town.  They heavily advertise being able to “Update your status anywhere, anytime” on that there Facebook. 
  • The place has a French influence. Revoloutionise? Took me a few extra beats to sort that stuff out in me head.

Day 5: 8 Hour Mystery Island

There are two main activities to do while on Mystery Island, Vanuatu (population zero). The first is to walk around the island clockwise. The second is to walk around the island counter clockwise. Each activity is approximately 45 minutes in duration. Here you have a 360 view of the local airport (built by the US during WWII). When an airplane is scheduled to land, locals from the neighboring island pop on over to clear the goats from the landing strip.

To get to the island, our cruise ship had to anchor a wee bit off shore and then tender the passengers ashore using the ships tender boats (aka the life boats we would use if we would hit the ice berg). When is the last time you stepped off a big boat and on to a small boat in the middle of the bloody ocean?! Even for a young chap as myself this is a difficult task to complete. 

Other notable sea activities included snorkeling. Of course I SAW A BLOODY SEA TURUTLE IN ITS NATURAL HABITATI Pat has the pictures for proof.  Otherwise I parked my bum on the beach and soaked up the intermittent sunrays. 

Sand crab (red). Coral also not very comfortable to walk on.

As to what the Mystery is, I don’t know. The cruise director never advised me of this in our destination guide (and internet is really expensive on board). In other words, Google it yourself.

Day 6: 9 Hour Isle of Pines

Welcome to Isle of Pines, New Caledonia, a French territory. Guess what: official language is French. Guess who never bothered learning any French phrases, minus Bonjour? This stereotypical American.

Since Isle of Pines has a population of approximately 2,500 and no supermarket, the place is mainly another tourist trap filled with picturesque beach. Unlike Mystery Island, there were actually organized tours for this. $69 Australian Dollars got me a 2 hour Island bus tour with Rico, a natural born Kiwi from New Zealand who has now emigrated to New Caledonia. It was quite refreshing hearing that Kiwi accent again while touring caves, memorial sites, churches, markets and beaches.

That's a Microsoft Desktop background right there.

This is an island still rich with tribal tradition and ways of living.  However the Native folk have Westernized in that they now only have one wife and clothe themselves fully. Unfortunately, as advised by Rico, the Western tourists take off all their clothes (I wont comment on the wife thing [some folks take these trips for business; cough, cough]).

Day 7: Noumea, New Caledonia

This is the only port of call that was a proper city with a population of 100,000 (can anyone say FREE WI-FI!!) Far too much to explore to sit on the free wi-fi, mate! However, since it was a Sunday and this is not a 24/7 culture, the city was essentially closed. No worries though, the tourist traps opened up for us as we also had to share resources with our arch nemesis, the Carnival Spirit.

We took the shuttle to Baie de Lemon, that’s French for Lemon Bay to muck about the shops and see the grey view (it was an overcast day unfortunately).  After returning to the central city and mucking about a wee while, we ventured out on local public transport to visit Tjibaou Cultural Centre. Driver on ligne 40 (I think that means line 40) was kind enough to get us to our end destination for 210 South Pacific Francs (XPF) each way. Due to exceptional circumstances, the gift store was closed that day. Sad day!

After viewing all the native, cultural items (and probably ending up with Malaria from all those naughty mosquitoes, or mozzies) we ventured back in to town to return to Lemon Bay for some souvenir shops.




Hanging out with this guy at the Centre

In our rush to explore Noumea, we purchased a hop-on, hop-off bus pass. Well, the lovely lady told us the last bus leaves the passenger terminal at 4pm. We waited at Lemon Bay until 4.30pm, waiting for one of that lovely lady and her bus. At 4.31pm, we decided we needed a cab because the boat leaves the port at 5pm! Thank goodness the lovely shopping attendant spoke English and was able to ring the taxi cab, twice, to get it there ASAP. After spending 1,300 South Pacific Francs to hurridly return us, we arrived at ship at 5.02pm with 10 other folks. Luckily, that guy and gal from room 9112 didn’t arrive until 15 minutes later…tisk, tisk for making 1,900 other people WAIT FOR YOU!

Day 8: At sea (return)

Awake at 9.18am, the ship is rocking up and down as I roll back and forth in my tiny lil bed. The past 4 days have been utter deliciousness. So today’s agenda: breakfast, lunch, trivia, bingo, and tonight’s shows.

WE WERE ONE NUMBER AWAY FROM WINNING $5,000! No worries, tomorrow the jackpot HAS TO GO so you know I will be at bingo 12 Noon AND 4.15pm making sure I win the jackpot (which is now $6,000)!!!!!

Day 9: At Sea (return)

I didn’t win bingo jackpot. So I drank in the bar. Tomorrow I have to pay the biggest tab of me life. Thank-you.



Have a great day/night with that one!

Cheers,
:D