Friday, December 16, 2011

Day 1 in Bali

What to do in the city of Sanur?? The convenience of having a pool in your hotel...well that just makes leaving it that much harder. First, I enjoyed my free breakfast and later sat by the pool enjoying the blazing sun as my pale skin soaked in the vitamin D. How I've missed this! But after reading my book and taking a dip my anxious need to explore this city took over. Showered got dressed and on my way down the street. I saw someone rent bikes earlier and thought I'd give it a go.

What was supposed to be an hour bike ride turned into a 2 hour ride that was long and crazy. I didn't think I'd get lost if I kept an eye out for landmarks like I normally do, but after taking some turns following beach signs I ended up on some highway with all these cars & bikes whizzing by. Trying to stay calm when your lost in a foreign country isn't easy. But I decided to take this random turn and glad I did because I ended up at a kite festival on a beach :) All these colorful and unique kites all soaring in the air was something else, a site to see for sure. Families all gathered in this one spot to enjoy the festivities was great. Here's a quick video of the festival.


Although I was lost for awhile, I managed to get back safely right before dark. Whew! I'll never do that again...well unless accompanied by a GPS ;)

Sunday, August 21, 2011

Selamat Datang – Welcome to Bali!

Well I guess it was a bit of a precursor, because when I finally arrived in Bali at around 10pm, welcoming me before getting through to customs and my luggage was a 2-hour line of getting a visa on arrival. Instinct told me to get one beforehand, but the laziness got the best of me. Now I really wish I had gotten one ahead of time. Doh! But with patience I got through the line and customs. Now the real fun began…carrying all these bags out of the terminal and finding a taxi. A Balinese man came up to me and helped me with my bags onto a trolley. I thought he was being really nice but turns out he wanted a tip. He kept saying “tip me, tip me” which was really irritating on its own. For that reason alone, I didn’t want to tip him. I didn’t even know how much rupiah equaled a $1 and he said give me 10,000 and I replied with a firm NO because it seemed a lot. So I ended giving him 2000 rp because everything else I had were larger bills. Turns out it was about 24 cents…oops my bad. I felt terrible that was all I tipped him, but his attitude helped me cope with the decision. I finally got out of the terminal expecting to just wave my hand and grab a taxi…but instead had to join a queue of people who had to prepay to get a taxi. Bit of an odd concept but I did it anyway because I had no clue how to get to my hotel otherwise. Better yet, it was past 12am and I was ready to crash. That is the one thing I did ahead of time as I learned from when I first arrived in Oz, book and write down the address of the hotel I was going to stay at.
The taxi driver took me to his car, which was across the street and in a sort of dimly lit parking lot…sounds like an uneasy situation to me, ay? I had my guard up as usual…but we get there, load my bag in and headed towards my hotel. I thought my hotel was going to be really close to the airport as it was supposedly located in Denpasar, but turns out the airport is closer to Kuta then Denpasar and my hotel was located in Sanur. Half hour ride or so later, down the busy grimy mysterious streets of Bali, we arrived at my hotel. I grabbed my bags and the taxi driver goes, “no tip?” Apparently he was going to carry my bags to the front of the hotel but I had other things in mind. Please give me my things and be on your way. I know that’s rude but even more rude is that you expect a tip when you barely even talked to me while in the cab, drop me off at the curb instead of the front of the hotel door, don’t offer to carry my things to the door and especially when you say, “no tip?” Forgive me if the customs in America are different but I certainly don’t think you deserve a tip. At this point, I think all my irritation was probably due to my jet lag and hunger pangs.
After waiting 5 minutes at the reception for someone to greet me, I finally get checked in. A nice man carries my heavy bag up 3 flights of stairs to my room, helps me find the lights and turns on the a/c for me, etc…now you my friend definitely deserve a tip! Now I know 250,000 rp is a lot for a room in Bali, but it was one of the cheaper ones I found online. Apparently they don’t really have many hostels in Bali, but Homestays or hotels instead. I ended up paying for the room as two people because it was a private room with many amenities, including a warm shower, fridge, tv, balcony, a/c and it included breakfast. Well worth the $30 if you ask me. Getting settled in took some time, as I had to adjust to the time difference and try to get online to let my parents know I got here safely. Though soon after, I passed out.

Welcome to Bali!

Travel without hiccups…impossible

Once again, I almost missed my flight to Bali when I discovered I had to be at the domestic terminal instead of the international airport because my flight details were to fly to Brisbane first. Doh! So for a good 30-45 minutes I’m rushing to find my flight number on the screens, asked flight attendants who directed me back and forth from one end of the airport to the other. This was one of those situations I really wished I had a rolling luggage as I was probably carrying 50lbs between 3 bags. After not finding my flight number on the screen, I realized that I had to be at the other terminal. I ran down the escalator, caught an expensive taxi ride to the domestic terminal and yet another hiccup as I went to check in. I needed to book a flight out of Bali and have a printed itinerary before they can let me board the plane. Que!? I begged and pleaded and since the flight was late in boarding everyone, they let me board my flight to Brisbane. Upon arrival, I had to immediately grab my bags, take them to the international terminal and book a flight before I boarded the plane. Luckily, I had just enough time to book my ticket and board my flight to Denpasar, Bali. Yowsa…that was a rocky ride to get out of Oz. I hope this wasn’t a precursor to what was to come.
After boarding the flight to Bali, I got to sit down next to this guy who was from Venezuela. He was a really nice man in his 30’s who was going to Bali with his mates to go surfing for 3 weeks. Boy was I jealous…I had only 10 days. But hey beggars can’t be choosers; at least I get to go period. Best part about the flight he went to go sit with his friend and I got the row all to myself.

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

10. The Men

Let me be honest, what else needs to be said!? Flavors from all over the world come here and a girl can basically have her pick if she wanted. I'd say the best way to describe most of the men in Australia is tall, dark and handsome. Most of them are usually dressed in emo/chic attire. Though caution to the tale...the good ones are taken and well the majority are just players. Many do not get married until their 30's. I could be overly generalizing, but I haven't had too many interactions with true Aussie men. Most of the men I have come across are from other countries and these descriptions and observations have been made from afar (so don't hold me to them). On the other hand, the Aussie's I have gotten to know really well are gentlemen and scholars. Great conversationalists. And whatever the case, I've got one word for the majority of them...Yum. What girl can resist their accent, besides a British one of course? ;p

P.S. Ladies, I'd provide pictures but that would just make me appear like a stalker. lol. And if I've offended any men out there, well I'm sorry. I'm just one small opinion.

9. Public Transportation

So I know I'm out of Australia already but I have to finish the list. One thing I've become accustomed to while in Australia is the Melbourne public transportation. No car needed, insurance or a parking spot. It's easily the best mode of transportation if you're a local. All you need is a ticket and hopefully knowledge of which trams/trains to catch. And although schedules of the transport can be crazy, it's still pretty good in comparison to places like Sydney and Perth. You can grab a tram or train to just about the footsteps of anywhere you need to go. In most cases you can be there within a half hour. This gives all the suburbs surrounding the CBD (City Business District) easy access to explore. You don't have to stress about driving in the traffic, driving in an unknown area, nor driving on the opposite side of the road (wink, wink). Best part, if you have a few drinks with some mates no need to risk getting a DUI either. They have late night buses on the weekends, trams/trains run til pretty late, and taxi's are plentiful. Public transportation also gives you freedom to sit and watch outside the window to see what's around the city, read a book or listen to your ipod. Or for the bolder individuals, a random encounter and conversation with a complete stranger.

While there are many advantages to the public transport, there are a few things I will not miss about it. The crazy characters that board the trams/trains, the smelly ones too, and last but not least the claustrophobic feeling I get when stuffed onto a tram or train during peak hours. You certainly don't want to be cramped near a smelly person.

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Scary birds

I've been a little afraid of birds ever since I got attacked by some of them walking to my car in the driveway of my parents house. I felt like a character from Alfred Hitchcock's movie The Birds. Well today I became even more scared. I was eating my breakfast at Darling Harbor this morning and I knew I shouldn't have thrown anything at the sea gulls because they are savage birds come feeding time. I experienced this during one of my breaks on the docks of the Blackbird Cafe while a child was feeding them chips. But I thought why not, it's not like I wanted the extra crust of my bacon and egg roll. I threw a small piece and before it even hit the ground it was gobbled whole by one of the birds. They all began to flock my way. Then I threw another small piece. They all fought for that one. I began to walk away as I felt like this situation was about to get real ugly. Then as I was walking away about to take another bite of my brekky, one bold sea gull beat me to it and tried to snatched a piece of my roll. I'm screaming as you can imagine. Bloody thing took a whole egg with him. I covered my roll and tried to run but a witness told me I dropped my wallet. Gah!! I did not want to walk back to the swarming scavenger sea gulls. Thankfully another witness saw my freighted and hesitant expression on my face and shooed the birds away grabbing my wallet for me. Relieved to walk away in one piece...I thought NEVER again! In conclusion...I'm officially scared of all birds that fly and swoop down for food.

Sunday, July 31, 2011

8. Coffee & Treats

As most of you might know, I am not an avid coffee drinker like the rest of the human world. Not only does it stain your teeth, but it also stunts your growth…or so I’ve been told. However, my resistance to the caffeine fix has probably had zero affect on my height as I’m barely 5 foot tall ;p  Again my travels to this wondrous country of Australia, particularly Melbourne, has changed my views on the daily routine of grabbing a cuppa (aka cup of coffee). Aussies have the most unbelievable culture around it. It’s astonishing to me why someone would pay approximately $4 for such a fix, much less take time out of their busy work schedules to get up early and grab one on the way to work in the numerous cafes. Yes they do have Starbucks, but why would anyone go there if so many other options exist. But it’s not just any black drip coffee (aka long black) you would find in a 7 Eleven that’s been sitting or one you’d fix up at home. The barista (coffee expert extraordinaire) will take approximately 4 minutes to grind freshly roasted coffee beans, hook it up to some $35,000+ machine, take only a shot of it and finally heat and pour your preferred milk to perfect drinking temperature with a desired amount of froth to make a splendid cup of a flat white, cappuccino or my new favorite a latte. Perhaps what drew me in the most is the art that is made with the pouring of the milk into the cup. In the beginning, I started drinking a cappuccino with 3-4 teaspoons of our delicious Columbian sugar cane called Panella. But sooner or later I found myself putting less and less sugar. Now I enjoy a latte with zero sugar and zero cocoa. It’s a good thing I work in a cafĂ© that serves some of the best coffee I’ve had, otherwise I’d still be a non-coffee drinker. And dare I say that Starbucks has nothing on the cafes in Melbourne.
Now with coffee also comes treats or pudding as they call it. I try to stay away from sweets, but once in awhile I can’t resist. Some bloke told me about these cookies (aka biscuits) while I was at Whitsunday called Tim Tams. I almost wish he didn’t because they are irresistible! A few of them are a bit too sweet for my taste, but the dark chocolate ones are the best. Thick crispy wafer like pieces layered and covered in chocolate. Mmmm. Among the pudding category also lie the unbelievable tiramisus, scones, mini pecan pies (only from the Pie Face though), gelati, and the numerous treats you can choose from the plentiful bakeries surrounding every small suburb and the city. Aussies even make Tim Tam Gelati ;D  How bout them apples, eh?
In contrast if you’re not a coffee drinker they have these things called Iced Chocolates. Forget a milkshake and grab one of these bad boys. My favorite version is a scoop of vanilla gelati, a scoop of Tim Tam gelati ;p, the mixture of cocoa powder and milk, and finally topped off with a sprinkle of cocoa = heaven! Talk about a dentist’s worst nightmare. These I seldom drink because lets face it, this aging body can’t handle the calories.
But now I find myself in a bit of a problem...finding something back home that’s just as good as this coffee ;p So coffee fanatics let me know of some of your favorite spots…besides Starbucks.

Searched the city for this and finally found this heavenly piece of Tiramisu on chance.

Don Damon's beautiful work - Cappuccino

Our infamous Blackbird Social...I made up the name too ;)

7. Tennis


Having picked up the game early in my teens, I wished I picked it up much earlier as I did soccer. I think I could have been great at it, world ranked may be not that far but hey anything could have happened. I used to watch the games on TV back when greats like Stefi Graf and Agassi were still playing. I never thought I would actually get an opportunity to watch a top tennis player LIVE, much less more than one player at a Grand Slam event at the Australian Open. Funny how the US Open is a mere flight away to NY, but I haven’t made it to one. Yet it took a flight about 9,000 to 10,000 miles away from home to get me to a Grand Slam. Lucky for me the tickets were not as expensive as I thought they would be to attend. I was working on most days the tournament was here, but believe you me I definitely took a day off work to attend. I went during the second day of the tournament to check out all the no names and some of the bigger names work their way up to the top. The day was like any other Melbourne day, hot one minute freezing the next. I was dressed in layers when the sun decided to show up to make me almost regret that I bothered. My friend Kieran and I met up and were there early to watch Li Na play. She beat her opponent in straight sets. What a great athlete. After walking around, I realized quickly the venue for this event was pretty enormous with various areas of entertainment, food & beverage spots, pro stores, memorabilia stands and cool spots with lounge lawn chairs to watch the big names on a big screen. We watched a bit of Andy Roddick and Venus Williams on the screens while drinking a lovely cup of wine served in a plastic cup no less, classy huh? While roaming the venue I also randomly ran into a friend I had met in Sydney when I first arrived, such a small world. It was a really neat experience, but next time I’ll get a 5-day ground pass for only a $100.
It was a crazy turn of events this year as many of the top players were knocked out of the tournament early by these so called “no names.” Although the first time I attended will always be remembered, I’d have to say the highlight of the event is when I had the opportunity to watch top players, Nadal and Djovich play each other later on in the tournament. It seemed outrageous at the time to pay $100 dollars to see this match but at the end of it, it was definitely worth it. The atmosphere in the Rod Laver Area was amazing. Fans were going nuts. It was fun to yell and root for Nadal, especially when I told Rhett’s friend Nate to yell things in Spanish like “Te Quiero Nadal, muy guapo!”  Guess you had to be there but it was too funny. Learning Spanish was great fun for Nate ;p Plus the umpire told him to stop because he’d yell them at inopportune times. Overall, they were incredible athletes to watch with their precise and varying shots, speed, agility and determination. And while the outcome of the match was not favorable for Nadal, he was a very gracious loser. I felt like he should have won just because of this great speech. Hehehe. 
When I do get home, hopefully I’ll get an opportunity to make it to NY to see the US Open real soon and perhaps back here to watch the Australian Open once again. Also, for you tennis fans…keeps your eyes peeled for hopefully who will be a top player in the next few years, William Boe-Wiegaard. I had the privilege of meeting this humble guy while working in my little cafe right around when the Australian Open began. He was the #1 US Amateur Player...but now he's world ranked and moving on up with the ATP rankings!! http://www.willboe.com Shows me that hard work and determination can make any dream come true :)

6. Surf

What can I say about the sport and activity I love most. I came here to Australia mainly because it is surf mecca of the world. This should be at the top of the list but unfortunately I haven’t gotten to surf as much as I thought I would. Crazy how I’ve traveled across the world to score some of the best surf and I find myself exploring other things. There is more to life than surf, right? Often I get asked, “Why have you come to Australia? Are you on holiday, working or studying here?” It’s really funny because people look at me with utter confusion when I say I’ve come to Australia to surf…and the instant reply is “Your in the wrong place!?” Yes, I know most surfers live and surf the Gold Coast, but I don’t think people realize just an hour and a half away from here (like a trip to the OBX) is Bells Beach! I’ve seen some crowded days but even if it were, there are so many spots down in Torquay to surf with a handful of your mates in the water that it trumps the overcrowded beaches in Bondi or Manly (FYI – it’s still not the Gold Coast). With regret I went to this place on the Gold Coast called “Surfer’s Paradise” which was a complete joke of the name. Zero surf! I wish I had done more research because a famous break such as Snappers is located not to far from there. Though to be honest, I don’t think my ability to surf could compete with the caliber of guys that do surf there. And after surfing spots like Bondi and Manly, I can say the waves here are ALOT more intense in power than good ole VB. Even on what Aussie’s consider small days, I often felt the fear like the day I got my butt whooped trying to surf Playa Hermosa, Costa Rica during a good swell. Nevertheless, I still pushed myself to get out there and just paddle out. When I finally did make it past the break, I’d give myself a pat on the back and sit for a few sets before I attempted for a wave. Needless to say, I really needed to be in tip top shape.
However it’s okay if you’re a beginner to intermediate surfer like myself, there’s a spot to be found in OZ for any skill level. It doesn’t need to be the biggest and baddest wave as long as it was fun. It did not take long for me to discover a treasure. When I first put my eyes on this spot I felt like Bruce Brown in The Endless Summer, finding that never-ending wave. As luck would have it, I found this secret spot while I was there to see the Little Penguins. Now I’d tell you the name of the spot but I’d have to kill ya ;P Any surfer knows the value of a good secret spot. You’ll just have to come back with me to OZ so I can show you…wink wink. I didn’t get to surf it the first time, but I promised I’d be back to surf that spot. I’ve done it only twice now (none of which is what one would consider a good day or a decent day of surf) except that it was the days I had the longest rides of my life! And if you know VB you don’t get to score very long rides, the waves often close out or just too weak to push ya. I was satisfied to my heart’s content. And sometimes for the soul, it’s enough to get in and get wet.
But before I got to surf this spot though, I had the opportunity to go to the west coast of Australia. My buddy Broughski and I went to surf just south of Perth in an area called Margaret River. We camped out for about 4 days, exploring the great west. I thought I wouldn’t make it because this was my third time ever camping in my life…LOL…yes I know, crazy, but it was fun. We went to different spots during the day, cooked dinner on the open fire and chilled out til the fire slowly died. Next time I’d definitely spoil myself and sleep on an air mattress and go when it was a bit warmer. It was pretty chilly at the time of year we went, but I guess I’d rather have the cold then a hot sticky mosquito infested summer night. The west coast not only had beautiful scenery and a chillax lifestyle, but the surf was pretty amazing! We went surfing a few days before the swell came in which was great because the next day was just out of this world. I don’t know how those guys and ladies were paddling out when this swell came in. Bombs were going off and you could see the spray miles away and even hear the rolling thunder of the waves. Insane! Broughski and I were hot to trot to pack all our things to watch the show. The parking lot was almost full when we arrived at 10am…everyone came to watch! I could have watched all day, but we had a long drive home. The show was a great way to end the trip.
Although I have not surfed as much as I’d like, I’m glad to have experienced the spots I did get to surf. I surfed long fun waves with barely a soul, I didn’t have an encounter with box jellyfish nor the sharks that are known for inhabiting these beautiful waters and I didn’t get injured. I also had an opportunity to attend the oldest surf competition in the world (next to VB’s ECSC) at this year’s 50th Rip Curl’s Bell’s Beach Pro. I saw the women’s heats, the freestyle competition with the likes of Kelly Slater, Occy, and Steph Gilmore to name a few and the ringing of the infamous Bell Trophy. Lastly, on the way home after the competition I got to meet some of my favorite surfer’s in Surf City where they were having autograph signings. The best part is knowing there’s always my next go round in OZ to surf these spots again ;D

Sunday, July 3, 2011

5. The Footy!!


What can I say but...I LOVE THE FOOTY!! Now back home everyone has their favorite NFL team, baseball team, NBA team, or NHL team, just to name a few of the most popular sports in America. But here is Australia...particularly in Melbourne, the majority barrack (aka "root") for a team in Aussie Rules Football (AFL). I thought American football and baseball fans were bad...man, the Aussies bring it to a whole nother level. The hats, beanies, scarves, jackets, jerseys, flags, socks, shorts, pins, etc.; name it they've got it and they sport it too. Not only do teams' colors come alive on game day, but the smack talk between the rivalries. For the majority there are the normal excited fans, but I've heard and seen some pretty intense things happen on and off the field. All that aside, the great thing about this sport, besides the hot guys that wear tiny little shorts and sleeve less jerseys to show off their caliber of guns, is the active participation of the community and the players. Most of the footy teams are neighboring cities and get moral support and funding from their members. I love seeing the fans/members, young, old, and all those in between rockin their team spirit walking about the city on game day. The sport is thrilling to watch as everyone on the field is always on the move. Not the stop and go mess when watching the NHL. Now don't get me wrong, I do like watching the occasional NFL game, but AFL is just better. No pads, no helmets, no breaks in 30 minutes of play...just men on the field in tip top condition passing the ball to kick a goal. I could go on a long spiel of how the game is played and all its terminologies, but all you need to know (or at least its my favorite part) is when a goal is scored and the umpire steps behind the middle of the two tallest poles and sticks both of his arms beside his waist, points and shoots out his fingers pretending he was the baddest cowboy in town...POW or what I would say, Cha-Ching! I know it sounds silly, but it's the best part (leave it to a girl to pick it is as the best part of the game...hehehe). The crazy thing about the sport, besides the rough play, is the player’s salary doesn’t even compare to that of an NFL or other professional player’s income in America. It is rougher and more physically demanding than most sports. A player runs for 4 quarters, each one lasting about 25-30 minutes, with only 4 substitutes during the whole game and season. There’s roughly 10-15 minute break between each quarter and a longer break during half time. Otherwise, during the entire game, the guys are constantly running, punting, passing, etc. Water boys even come out onto the field to bring water to the players so the game can continue with as little stoppage as possible. And if 4 players were to get injured in someway during the season, then only a few, if any, could be substituted for another player on the field. That is tough but a hell of a game! (Personally though, the foolish thing is how much we pay our players, yet were making budget cuts to schools. It doesn’t make much to me, but that’s a whole other argument.)
I first started to watch the sport just on television and sadly missed an opportunity to see the semifinals last season before I left for the west coast of Australia. On the other hand, this season I’ve attended about 10 games, thanks to Rhett who has season pass tickets to every game (I can’t even begin to thank him for all the games I’ve attended). They are so much fun…especially watching what all the crazy things the fans do and say. I’ve been trying to keep tabs on how the teams are doing so I can finally pick a team that I’d like to barrack, but it’s been a crazy season of ups and downs. Some teams have started strong is the pre-season, but are now slowing down. Usually a girl would pick a team because of the team’s colors (which sadly and honestly I have taken into small consideration…lol) or be a bandwagon fan of the top team like the Collingwood Magpies, but I want to watch the games and see which team is actually decent. Now almost at the tail end of this year’s season, it’s about time I picked a team. After yesterday’s game there’s no doubt in my mind I barrack for the Essendon Bombers. They are not doing too well this season BUT the only team this season that has beaten the undefeated Geelong Cats! I am definitely one for rooting for the underdog, even though I do like the colors of the Cats better ;) I’m excited to see how the season will end. I would even go so far to say that I’m so in love with this sport, I’d be willing to pay top dollar to fly back and see the Grand Finals (which happens to be very close to my birthday…hint hint). Until then…GO BOMBERS!

A bunch of geezers in their Western Bulldogs get up.

Me and Liz at the last Essendon game I attended and her first one in Melly...I'll miss the live matches!

Thursday, June 23, 2011

4. The Fresh Markets


I absolutely LOVE these!! I’m really going to miss this the most. I wish there were more in VA. I know we have them but only on Sundays and for usually during the summer months. They have them here year round…Farmers, butchers, deli’s, hand craft artisans, vendors, etc come together in these large markets and sell their fresh produce or unique crafts. The whole experience was overwhelming when you first go. It was just so expansive. The two that I have been to are Queen Victoria Market and South Melbourne Market. The first time I went to the Victoria Market was a quick trip. We got there too late and it was closing by the time we arrived. I heard some great things about it from many of the locals and they also mentioned that during the summer on a Wednesday was the best. I looked forward to this for a while. When summer time came a month or so later, I went with a handful of friends to see what the fuss was about.
It was one of the best nights I’ve had here in Melbourne. Jo, Laura, Stuart, Shami, Kieran and I were shocked to see how many people were already there; especially considering it was an evening during the week. The buzzing of conversations, music, and the evening atmosphere was full of energy. You could barely make your way through the crowds, but when we did the first thing we hit were the bountiful food booths. We saw foods from Africa, Australia, Mexico, Greece, Italy, Spain, and the list just went on. We finally decided on the booth with authentic Aussie food and treated our taste buds to Croc, Kangaroo, and Emu. Much to our dismay, it was interesting and oh so delicious ;) We continued on to visit the plethora of craft vendors scattered within the chaos of the VIC Market. There was jewelry, art, clothing, we had fun trying on sunnies, and finally worked our way outdoors to the open stage. They have local artists play on 3 different stages spread throughout the market. I would never go out looking for the type of music we saw perform, but the different styles of funky upbeat sounds of blues, country, jazz and bohemian all sounded amazing. At one point during the performance, Jo and Laura got on the dance floor and were dancing in the rain. I for one have always wanted to do this so I gave the boys my umbrella and bag and hit the floor to join the girls. It was hilarious! Jo was trying to keep up with the dance moves of this old school gangsta and did a fine job too. We topped off the evening by devouring luscious chocolate and cream crepes to share. It was a lovely evening of great new experiences, friends, music, food, and not an ounce of alcohol involved.  GRAND…just GRAND I tell ya.
My most recent visit was to the South Melbourne Market located near where I currently live. Finally getting some time off in the weekend and a bonus that the weather was pleasant, I made my way to the market in the late morning. It was already bustling with the weekend crowd. Lucky for me I had all day. While everyone was hastily making their rounds, time seemed to slow for me as if I were in one of those movie scenes where, I was the only one standing still while people were whirling all around. It was nice, because most times that I’ve gone to the grocery store I was in a rush to check the items off my list, check out and go home. Here, it was at turtle pace. There were no direct isles or neat and clean signs that listed which items were located there, only hand painted ones of each unique stand. It was smaller than the Queen Vic Market, but that brought an intimacy about the atmosphere. After looking through a lovely and expensive artificial flower vendor and a small luggage dealer, I found my way to a quaint wine stand (surprise, surprise) to see what they had to offer. Many of the wines were locally made and some labels took initiative and used reusable glass bottles. The wine tasting was free so I had to try a few of the whites on hand and the lady was nice enough to bring out a Ros since she knew I was looking for something sweet. It definitely hit the spot! “That’s the one,” I said. She pointed out that when I bring back the reusable bottle, I receive $3 off my next bottle. Whoo hoo! Being green and being rewarded for it…some combination. After making my way around the market, I was delighted with my small purchases and headed home. It was another wonderful experience at the markets.

Here are some photos from the Queen Victoria Evening Market :)


Are you game?  We were!



Croc, Roo, and Emu...ooooooo

Jo adding flava to her two step ;p





Topping of the lovely evening with crepes...YUM!

Monday, May 23, 2011

3. Food and Wine for the Soul


Ya’ll know I had to mention this one. I couldn’t imagine a life without taste buds. Australia has much to offer in cuisine. Many people from all corners of the world have made this country their home and as a result it has food from the various countries. Indian, Moroccan, Filipino, Korean, Chinese, American, Irish, etc. etc., name it they have it. For such a small city, in comparison to some of ours in the states, they have made little districts a cultural hub. There are many Italian restaurants in Carlton, Chinese restaurants in Chinatown of the Central Business District (CBD), American influence is heavy as there are Micky D’s, a 7-11, KFC, Hungry Jack’s (aka Burger King) near every corner and Irish Pub’s scattered around. But the best part of all the places to eat is that many are not chain restaurants. Family restaurants are prevalent and owners work in the places they have built. They are all very personable unlike a lot of the places we have in VA. Don’t get me wrong, I love some of the chains we have like BRAVO’s, Cheesecake Factory, and P.F. Chang’s but there’s something about the owner putting their own hands to work. The staff knows the regulars and relationships quickly form. I’ve had the privilege of eating at one of the top restaurants in Melbourne if not in the country called Rock Pool. The lobster as my entrĂ©e, steak for my main (grain fed) along with side dishes to share with the group, and mango sorbet as dessert. After all the courses and wine, I don’t think I could have fit anything else inside of me. A very satisfactory experience and delicious food! Although the food and wine selection was excellent and their steaks phenomenal, I still feel that there are better places in Melbourne that you can get more “personal” service and beautiful food. It is a bit overrated for what it is and the price (Rhett will kill me after saying this). But I will say it was a great and unique experience, plus the company was delightful and entertaining. After trying out all the hospitality styles Oz has to offer, I like the small, funky, cozy, little pubs, cafĂ©, restaurant, and bars offering a smaller distinct menu. Lucky for me, Melbourne has many of these on hand. The most exciting part and one of the reasons I LOVE Melbourne is you have to discover them hidden and tucked away in the laneways, small streets of the city or even on the outskirts of the CBD in St. Kilda, Brunswick, Richmond, or South Melbourne to name a few. Some of my favorite little spots are the Shanghai Dumpling House located on Tattersall’s Lane, Sister Bella in the alleyway of Drewery Lane, and this Italian place, (which I can’t remember the name of, but our amazing server Marcel is all I can remember) and this Fish and Chip shop called D'lish Fish, across from where I work in Port Melbourne (sshhhh…don’t tell them I like it better than ours). The selection of places to have a catch up with a friend or have a date is endless and thrilling to discover. 

Next on the list is the Vino!  Well to start, I never was a fan before I came to Australia, but as they say it is an acquired taste. I think now my tastes have sophisticated and have gained appreciation thanks to my friend Rhett. I especially didn’t like red wine because usually I was very put off by the smell alone. He insisted I try this one he ordered…and with reluctance I did. I have never been so surprised, but I loved it! I think I could have drunk the bottle all to myself. It was Reyes Chateauneuf-du-pape 1995. Fancy smancy name, right? At $400 a bottle at the bar called Siglo, I couldn't go wrong and what an introduction to mouth-watering red wine. Rhett has spoiled me and given me a taste of some of the best bottles since he's a connoisseur of wine and champagne alike. Ever since then, I’ve been trying a glass of wine with dinner, lunch or when I’m out. Not only is it cheaper, but better for me anyway. As a result, I’m a bit more knowledgeable of which types go with certain dishes and that white wine should come first, then red, and if you have room at the end of the meal, a delectable dessert wine. Australia has so many wines to offer that I'd find it hard to believe you couldn't find a bottle to suit your taste. Many of the wine are muy delicioso! There were several wineries in the Margaret River area is Western Australia but unfortunately I didn’t get an opportunity to stop at one of them while I was in that region earlier in September. Rest assured I will be back to do just that…and naturally score some surf as well. Before I leave I hope to get to visit Adelaide, as it’s known for as the wine country of Australia and well...it’s similar to my namesake. I look forward to bringing several bottles home and later try some of our own wine in VA. Perhaps take a wine tour of the Williamsburg Winery, the Napa Valley in CA, or just try more wine period. I’m excited about this new found interest in vino and hope to convince some of my other friends back home that a beer is just not that great tasting anymore. Lol.


Tuesday, May 17, 2011

2. Music is in the air


Some of us like to jam to music in the shower, in the privacy of our bedrooms, in our cars or for the brave and bold…on the dance floor. Melbournians on the other hand, love to jam to music on the streets, on the trains and on the trams. I didn’t make it a habit to carry my ishuffle or now my itouch on me because I liked to listen to everything else that’s going on around me and take it all in. The city noise, the tapping of heels and boots against the pavement, people’s random conversations, cars honking, trains running through the tracks, and trams passing by. You really get a sense of the city when you take a minute and listen. Asides from wanting to listen to my surroundings, sometimes I didn’t even have to listen to my own mp3 player because the person right next to me had their music blaring loud enough for you and everyone else to hear. But what I love about Melbourne is wherever you happened to be; you can always hear LIVE music. You can hear it on the crowded streets, in the alleyways, across restaurants near the river, or even on the rooftops. Melbourne never fails to entertain the masses with streets acts performing every night of the week. 

Recently, I was waiting to meet my friend Kieran’s mate on the corner of Swanston and Londsdale and a group of guys were marching down the street playing drums, trumpets, the saxophone, trombone, and they even had an announcer with them like the circus was coming through town. It was so random, but grand at the same time. There’s also this artist named Ben, who’s been playing across this restaurant called, World Bar, for over 5 years now and he is just amazing! One evening I was walking with my friend Rhett back to his car and heard this Coldplay song, or at least that’s what I remember. In any case, at first I thought it was the restaurant blaring the music but when I turned around this guy with only a guitar, an amp and mic was singing the song. He sounded just like him if not better. He did a few other cover songs and some were better than the originals, which is an unbelievable feat in my book. I was so mesmerized I had to stop, sit on the edge of the platform, freeze my tush, and even paid him a few dollars to play one of my requests. I wish I could have taken him home and have him played until I fell asleep every night.  

I sure am going to miss walking around the city and being able to listen to free live music.
 
Continuing on...
Not only do they have music floating around every direction, they have many big names come to town. But it’s not cheap and usually by the time I finally heard of the show coming, it was already sold out (I think I was too busy working to even have the time to look for a show). Melbourne advertises upcoming music talents on posters on main streets and alleyways (another form of art that decorated the city). They’d advertise several months in advance, especially music festivals that sold out quickly. I don’t know how because most of the shows are over $100, if not much more depending on the artist or festival. I can understand why the festivals would be so expensive because there are multiple artists playing, but still out of my budget. And although I missed some of my favorite artists come to town, like Anberlin, Jack Johnson, and Donovan Frankenreiter, I did have the opportunity to attend one of the largest music events they have here in Melbourne called the St. Kilda Festival. Local Australian artists play at different venues during the week and on the big Festival Sunday, several stages are scattered throughout the St. Kilda area where people mosey around to check out all the artists, acts, and of course food ;) Many of the streets are blocked off because close to half a million people can attend in one day. And after attending, I was so glad I didn’t work in any of the restaurants, cafes, bars, etc. in St. Kilda. One word…madness! It was a great day spent with friends.
 
Among the endless bars and music venues scattered about Melbourne, I had an opportunity to see this one act my friend John asked me to go to in Richmond. He didn’t tell me who was playing and I guess I failed to ask because in my definition a live act is simply great, especially when you don’t know whom. You don’t have any expectations but the freedom to accept anything that comes your way. I must say it’s one of the best acts I had EVER seen. It was weird, unique, abstract, entertaining and just amazing! I could have watched him for hours. The artist made his own instrument, which I wish I had a picture of it to show you because it was really cool. It was made of pipes, flanges, two strings, buttons, and a few other distinctive details. Two other venues worth mentioning if you do decide to visit Melbourne is the Espy and Prince of Wales located in St. Kilda and Cherry Bar located in the CBD down an alleyway called ACDC lane (pretty neat name for the alley). They have artists play every night. One cool thing about the Espy and Prince of Wales is they paint their schedule of upcoming shows on the side of the building. Oh and I almost forgot about this hidden little garden bar behind a record store called Pure Pop (also located in St. Kilda). During a Saturday or Sunday afternoon in the summer there are live bands that play. I missed my opportunity to see a show this time around as I worked basically every weekend :( I did however manage to get a few friends and myself there during the week for a pot or two of cider.  

Lastly, I do have to complain about how the speakers are super LOUD at any venue. I thought the music was loud at the NORVA…let me just say it can't touch the deafening affects of the venues in Australia. Some doctorly advice, bring good earplugs! Otherwise a great time with friends or just your lonesome because you're sure to make a friend along the way.  



    Guitarist down an alleyway while checking out the street art as well.



 
A street act performing in the middle of the afternoon down the busy shopping centre on Bourke Street.

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

1. Art is Everywhere!


Before I came to Australia, my ignorant perception of the country was the “Outback.”  Kangaroos, the dessert, and rural areas of non-inhabited places, what some would call in the middle of nowhere.  But as I traveled the east coast of Australia, this was far from the truth.  This country is filled with lights, city noise, like cars honking and loads of people walking around town…it was full of life!  One of the cities I visited was Melbourne, located on the far southeastern side of the country in the state of Victoria.  I heard many good things about the place before coming from other travelers, but was I in for a treat.  One of the first few days here, I took advantage of a free group Mosey around the city with Lee, subbing in for Miss Molly…the events guru of my hostel, Habitat.  He did a fine job for his first tour of the city.  He took us to various cites, down dirty secret alleyways only a true Melbournian would know, on rooftop bars that overlooked the city and also spoke a little of the city’s architectural history.  I instantly fell in love with Melbourne during this tour.  As you know, I majored in art.  And let me tell you this city has lots of it.  The graffiti art is everywhere!  I love how many of them are down alleyways.  You would never walk down alleys back in Norfolk, VA.  Something horrible could happen if you did that.  It’s such a creative way of making some dirty and ordinary space into something beautiful.  The graffiti was displayed in some rented spaces and others commissioned by the city itself, which is great support for the starving artist.   There are large-scale sculptures in the middle of inconspicuous spots in the city and I later found some that were located on random parts of the highway when I took drives outside of the city.  Even the walls that partitioned the highway from the countryside were not just plain concrete walls, but in random parts of the wall were colorful glass or plexiglass panes.  The city’s layout, the architecture, the display of shops and department stores, and just everything about this city were screaming creative execution.  I <3 Melbourne and have been here for almost 9 months!  It’s going to be hard to leave this city.












 

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

10 Reasons I should stay in OZ...or not?

So I've been here for several months and what better way to capture my adventures and the country than to describe reasons why I love this place and why I should stay. There are many pro's but there are a few cons too. Perhaps you can help me decide where I should go from here. So in the next several entries I will be including stories, reasons, pictures and ways I love OZ. And from there you can help me decide my next step as my working visa ends in the beginning of August.


P.S. While I'm looking at flights home....cheapest flights are leaning towards stops to Indo/Bali or Hawaii on the way back ;D  


I'd appreciate some feed back.  

Much love
~A

Saturday, April 16, 2011

Hospitality biz...respected?

As many of us have worked or should work at least once in the hospitality business, often times the employees are not respected enough for the skills brought to the table.  Many think it’s not that difficult to take an order, put it into the micros system correctly and ensure your guests get the best customer service you’d like to receive when you yourself is out for lunch, dinner or whatever occasion.  Yet most people forget servers have to deal with the frequent unsatisfied customer who can never be satisfied with whatever you do.  Now when I worked in the industry several years ago a waiter would get $2.13 an hour plus tips.  It seems crazy to me now that I ever accepted to work for this amount of money, but that’s just the way things were.  And getting gypped out of tips is as if you were working in a sweatshop, getting paid pennies to work in harsh conditions ie: getting insulted, disrespected and yelled at with little to no break.  Just a slave to provide whatever whim the guest wanted.

Before leaving the States I had a respectable job as the production coordinator and later the design coordinator.  Fancy titles eh.  In the end, as much as I loved the people I worked with, enjoyed the camaraderie, and respected the work we did, it just didn’t fit me.  Simply, my heart and passion was somewhere else.  It took 4 years to make me finally realize this and have enough guts to quit despite the rising numbers in unemployment and no job prospect in line.  But with no regret, I packed my bags and left for an adventure of a lifetime to Australia (as I stated earlier in my first blog entry).

When I left home I never thought I’d be working in the hospitality business again because it wasn’t as satisfying as some people gloried the pay.  Yes on occasion it was worth it, but if you worked at the chain restaurant I did, it was no piece of cake.  The ghetto walked in and you just rolled your eyes hoping they wouldn’t sit in your section.  Harsh but true reality is that they would barely tip if at all.  And for they're FYI...NO 10%-15% is no longer the minimum!!!  But my work ethics required me to give the same service as anyone that walked in.   Yet nothing seemed to phase these people, that no tip was almost like stealing.

Before I left for Australia, I didn’t know if I was going to stay longer than 3 months much less stay as long as I have (almost 9 months and counting :D).  I looked for jobs for a while and received phone calls, but many dismissed me as soon as I said I had a working visa, for the rule is you can’t work for one employer for more than 6 months unless you get sponsored through that company.  They were looking for someone more permanent. Super lame!  Little did I know that there were loop holes around this little rule.  But in any case, I took a job working in the hospitality biz in Melbourne thinking I’d just do this for awhile until I found something better.  I applied to more jobs and even at the temp agencies.  Come to find out, people in Australia actually valued good service.  I got paid the same working as a waitress as I did doing secretary/receptionist roles.  I could not believe it!  And when I evaluate the situation, I could be sitting in front of a computer all day being bored out of my mind or interact with people all day and enjoy the crazy weather Melbourne had to offer.  I even thought deeper and in the future I could be the head honcho of some corporate company, stressed, not have the free time for the things I loved and getting paid insane amount of money or I could work at a job that did not pay as well nor get the same respect as the corporate job, but be happier.  Now which would you choose?  The happy yet poor or the wealthy and respected?  Well it’s a hard compromise because we want it all, but at the end of the day I think we need to take a minute and think do I “love the life I live and live the life I love” as Mr. Marley put it. 

As I wake up at the break of dawn, against my bodies will and mental battle of “I need to be at work on time,” I get to work and see this view at 6:45am.  



Hardly seems like a compromise, does it?  Because for a moment, God makes me realize this is exactly where I need to be right now.  And on a side note...the next morning, the sky looked even better!  So for those of you working the 9 to 5 grind and are unhappy...think about what you could be doing with your life that is more fulfilling.
Til the next time...

Thursday, February 24, 2011

They charge for WHAT!?

So someone asked me yesterday if I missed home.  I said not really…but let me clarify.  I do miss my friends and family but I don’t really miss the place.  Yes I love the familiarity and the food, but there’s so much more to experience that’s new and exciting.  But the one thing I did mention was the PRICES!!!  Boy do I miss prices!!  My jaw drops every single time I go out and have to pay for a drink, meal, or even a soda at a neighbourhood 7-Eleven.  It is one thing to pay for an overpriced meal because lets face it, Australia is on the other side of the world and importing goods is just plain expensive and full of tacked on taxes, but it’s another thing to have to pay for condiments.  Say WHAT!?  Yes!!  It’s one of the first things I noticed here when I arrived and tried to get lunch…besides the gorgeous country of course.  I was buying fish and chips, but saw a price sign for tartar sauce and ketchup!?  I can only imagine what this would do to the American people and balance of order if we started charging for ketchup, mayo, or any other condiment we get for free at the fast food restaurants that seem to overtake our daily consumption of calories.  And I know even though you’re a health freak you can’t resist the powerful cravings to have that double bacon cheese burger from Wendy’s or Mickey D’s or if you’re on the West Coast its at an In and Out Burger or Carl’s Jr.  Before you even take a bite out of the burger, most of us add a little extra ketchup and perhaps mayo.  Then you’ve got fries or chicken nuggets to consider…ketchup, BBQ sauce, or the delicious Chick-fil-a Sauce.  Or if you’re not a fan of fast food, but LOVE sushi…what about the soy sauce and the wasabi.  Can you imagine if American’s were charged $.50 or as high as $2.00 for a small container of ketchup or pack of sauce!?   We grab these by the handful without even considering how much they cost.  They’re simply free and take how ever much we want.  I think if the fast food chains of America started charging, 1. The people would either flip out or 2. They would out right stop consuming the condiments. Wonder what our bellies would look like after that trend, eh?  All I know is that my tummy and wallet thanks me for not dishing out the $2 for a bit of ketchup.

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Lose Your Inhibition

           It's been a crazy few days perhaps even weeks.  I just moved into a new place and no internet is provided so this is late as usual.  But the other week I went to the evening Victoria Market that happens every Wednesday.  During the day it's just a normal food market filled with the freshest produce this area has to offer, but by night the locals swarm to this market buzzing to check out the live music and the numerous food stands that serve tasty treats throughout the night.  The first time I went I had the opportunity to taste croc, emu and roo and I'll never forget how surprised I was at how tasty those were despite one's first impression.  I also can't forget the cool little craft stands that surround the large market.  From the handmade jewelry, sunny's, eclectic collection of clothing and fudge slices that are just to die for...you could not ask for a more energetic and entertaining evening with your mates. The best part...entrance and entertainment is all FREE!

              As my friend Elaine and I made our way through the hectic crowds, grabbing delicious wraps and a large cup of fresh crisp sangria, we arrived at one of the stages and watched little kids breaking it down.  And if you didn't catch the lingo, "breaking it down" basically means they were on the dance floor and busting the best moves they could.  They were giving the audience quite a laugh with their moves.  The crowd rooted them on and went wild as each of the kids tried to top each other to get approval from the crowd.  You'd think these kids would be older but many were very much under the age of 10.  Some were probably as young as 3 or 4An older man in his 60's or 70's even joined them to bust out his own moves.  This moment was priceless!

              I would have to give them mad respect for their confidence to do what they did in front of that many people.  It reminded me of how great it was to be a kid.  To lose all inhibition of your surroundings and just let loose!  I think a lot of people need to let loose more often.  We get so caught up in our work and drama that we forget to have fun sometimes.  You become overwhelmed with this feeling of freedom and peace when you let loose.  And if you think about it...how many of these random people in the crowd (market, bar, or concert) will you run into again!?  Not likely.  So I say kick off your shoes and let the kid inside of you take over...even if it's just for a moment.


Video coming soon :)
 

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Highlight of the day

Apparently I can't keep up with this blog because it's just too much effort to catch up on everything I've been doing these past few months.  I've traveled up and down the coast of Australia as well as part of the west coast.  I've even traveled to New Zealand.  That's a lot of stories, experiences, etc.  I find it easier to post how I'm feeling on Facebook than a blog.  So instead of trying to catch up with the stories and adventures I've had, perhaps I shall try to update every few days with a quick highlight of my day.  It's quick, easy and will probably suite my lifestyle since I work 8+ hours everyday.  I'll also try to post a photo with the daily happenings.  Keep your eyes peeled for tomorrow's happenings :)

P.S. Much love and blessings to all of you that have been following me along the way. I appreciate all the prayers, love and support.