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The Great Ocean Road in a Jucy Camper – day 3; Princetown to Port Fairy

As our plans of sunrise at the Apostles had been scuppered by pesky mosquitos, Sven and I enjoyed a leisurely Aussie breakfast in the camper overlooking the valley and reserve. As the temperatures grew we were both more than looking forward to the proposed leisurely beach day as our next overnight stop was only around 60km up the coast. Easy right?

Wrong!

Arriving at the first site we learned there was far more to see here than just the signposted attraction. Setting off into the heat haze we could soon hear the low rumbling crashes of thunder cave, where the ocean has carved a perfect crevice into the limestone to send an echo of thunder reverberating around whenever a wave hits. It sounds almost sinister and must be rather alarming at night. Around the corner from here was a stunning cove which was once again being hammered by gigantic waves, sucking up huge tendrils of brown seaweed as they rolled into shore. At one point a few strands were caught on a rock, flapping and slithering around with such vigour I initially mistook it for an octopus! The next wave hit moments later sweeping everything back under the surface and my seaweed oct chum was gone.

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There was also Broken Head viewing point here, but having left hats and water in the car I was a little afraid we’d be suffering our own broken heads if we stayed out unprotected much longer (it’s only spring time!) A quick drive to the next car park and we were soon descending the steps to Loch Ard Gorge, named for a shipwreck which claimed the lives of all but two. The surviving pair were trapped here by the towering cliff faces until the young man was able to climb out and get help. Seriously those cliffs are basically vertical, and I’m going to assume he wasn’t wearing boots fit for climbing. Kudos! The young lady in the story stayed in the cave at the bottom of the gorge and waited to be rescued, how the world has changed.

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It was at this point we realised the beach day wasn’t going to happen. Loch Ard Gorge was point one of six, and we’d spent the best part of two hours here. Even though the next two sights were less than a Kilometer away there still wasn’t going to be much leisure time ahead.

Pulling into the next car park before the AC had even had time to fully kick in it was back out into the sunshine and down more steps to The Arch, a monumental sight. Apparently popular in the afternoon when hit by golden light, from here you can also look back to the 12 Apostles. The Arch

This amazing archway was naturally formed by weather and tides, standing 8 meters high. With the waves still crashing against the base at force I wonder how much longer it will remain standing before it collapses into the sea, much like the next stop; London Bridge.

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Originally two archways spanned the distance here, giving the formation its name. The first collapsed in in 1990, leaving two people stranded atop the second until a helicopter came to rescue them. Legend has it this was a well off Melbourne business man and his girlfriend, causing quite a bit of trouble with his wife when the story hit the news. Oops. Here we met two British ex-pats who came to Aus in the 70’s. They were exploring the GOR in reverse and full of tips for the next leg of our journey to Adelaide. We’ve met so many Australians doing similar trips along the way which really stuck with me. The UK is beautiful, but we’re so small. There’s no real concept of a ‘road trip’ like this. Sure we can visit Cornwall, the Lakes, the Peaks etc, but when you speak to a woman who drove down from Western Australia on a trip which took two weeks of driving (only) 5 to 6 hours per day you really gain some perspective!!

The final stop before lunch was The Grotto, by far my favourite spot. This charming arch, with reflecting green waters stirred images of fairy tales and magic glens. Unfortunately due to unstable cliffs and high footfall you can no longer explore the archway like you used to, but I was content enough to sit on the wall and soak it all in. Swallows were nesting in a crag just above the archway, leaving Sven poised for more than 10 minutes hoping to catch mum or dad popping in and out. But alas they were too quick for him!

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We’d been lucky to have the Grotto to ourselves initially, but after a while a lady descended the steps to join us, stating her husband was also on his way. Lille is from further up the coast in Perth, whilst John hails from Lincolnshire. They met 5 years ago and 2 years ago decided to marry, travelling all the way back to England for a blessing in Johns local quintessentially English church. John spoke about his time in the navy, visiting all the continents including Antarctica twice. With a forces family background I knew enough to ask what his role on the ship had been, however I’ve always wondered what the purpose of these naval ships was outside of a war scenario. Why was that boat traversing the globe and visiting all these continents? Well in this instance John worked on the Royal Yacht, ferrying the Royal Family between their commonwealth states and taking Prince Philip on expeditions to see (and hunt, back in the day) the wildlife of Africa and Antarctica. Wow. What a life!! (Any fans of The Crown will have seen an insight into these expeditions with the Duke of Edinburgh during season 2…!) Had there been a cafe nearby I would have suggested lunch with these two, so easy to talk to and full of stories. His favourite involved Prince Charles and Princess Anne who needed their life jackets on for a shore visit; the young princess put hers on without drama, but Charles pouted and cried ‘do I have to wear this beastly thing?’ Bless.

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Having heard lovely things about Port Fairy I was keen to get there in good time, however even with the best of intentions we arrived with the sun low in the sky and shop keepers packing up for the day. Adjacent to this little town is Griffiths Island, a nature reserve home to hundreds of nesting Shearwater, black wallabies and other animals. Following a moody sky with sheets of rain falling in the distance we set off to circumnavigate the sands on a walk which should take around an hour if you’re not constantly stopping to frame photographs and wet your feet.

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Information points dot the route, telling the story of the island in first person prose from the point of view of the light house keeper, forum and aboriginal tribes who lived in the area for 40,000 years before the white man turned up and changed everything. These boards spoke of a different world, where bored boys built row boats in search of occupation and dinner. Some weeks the family wouldn’t leave the island, despite Port Fairy being only a stones throw away. They were completely self sufficient, growing food, keeping live stock and requiring permission to visit the mainland.

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The plan had been to camp in Port Fairy, but at some point along the route there had also been discussion around free camp sites. As all the options in the vicinity of this little town were some of the most expensive we’d come across this seemed as good a time as any to broaden those horizons. Using camper mate (a fantastic app for camp sites, petrol stations, picnic spots, toilets, ATM’s and more which for the most part works without Internet as long as you’ve checked the general area (i.e. The entire great Ocean Road) with a connection beforehand) we selected Sawpit camp ground near the Narrawong Flora Reserve. Suitable for all vehicle types, with basic facilities and promising sights of kangaroos in the morning this sounded perfect. 30 minutes later dusk was truly upon us as we turned off the main road and into the woods. If these roads are quiet during the day, they’re truly desolate at night and trundling along the final 15 minutes of the journey in the dark woods both Sven and I were quietly hoping the app was up to date and all would be well with the camp site. Soon enough campers begun appearing through the trees and we came across a clearing with BBQ pits and a sign welcoming us to the camp ground. Phew.

After a long day of adventures, driving and a lot of heat on next to no sleep we were both more than happy to crawl under the dooner for a quick game of Monopoly Deal and kindle time. A bottle of wine would have been the perfect final point to the pyramid, however within moments we were both fast asleep, games and reading devices abandoned, completely comatose until the sun reminded us we hadn’t even closed the blinds in the camper!!

And so we were onto day 4, but that’s another blog…

Great Ocean Road in a Jucy camper: Day 2 – Lorne to Princetown

An orange sunrise peeked through the curtains of the camper so temptingly the next morning I was in agony waiting for Sven to wake up so I could get out and see it properly (there is no way to creep out of a camper). Luckily I didn’t have to wait too long and we were soon up, dressed and ready to explore. Our camper was parked within walking distance of the beach across a footbridge at the end of a riverside boardwalk frequented by herons, swifts and swallows.

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A short hop across the dunes from there and the sights, sounds and smells of Lorne beach greeted us, beautiful in the early morning light. We joined the runners, walkers and people with their dogs already out and about despite the early hour. What a joy to live by the sea like this, I’d be there every day. Though maybe not quite swimming like one lady we saw, as the water was freezing and there were more stunning blue jellyfish littered here too.

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An hour or so here was enough to work up an appetite, but with a camper on your team you can take your meals on wheels anywhere you choose! An Aussie breakfast of smashed avo and tomatoes on bread (no one had the patience to fry toast!) with watermelon juice and coffee on the picnic tables in front of the bay followed. It seemed there’s endless places to picnic, or public BBQ sites along this road, all well signposted and used by tourists and locals alike.

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Time was ticking along, so after a quick stop to buy hats (when in Rome) we hit the road again. Having enjoyed the beach this morning we’d used up our waterfall time so decided instead to continue along the coast to Apollo Bay. What a coast! I was so jealous of Sven being able to lean out of the window and enjoy it without concentrating on the road. However with the current ongoing GOR restoration project creating roadworks every few kilometres I had plenty of opportunity to enjoy the view during traffic. Many of the signs were in Chinese as well as English as tourism increases. We later discovered this was also the reason for all the ‘Drive on the left in Australia’ signs we kept seeing around the place.

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Stopping frequently to get out and stretch our legs at places like Sunshine Drive and Petticoat Creek it took most of the morning before we were parked up in the Paradise By the Sea that is Apollo Bay. At each stop we tested the water in the hope that it would be miraculously warmer than the last one and we could swim, but it was icy on the skin even in 30degree weather! Even the water from the creek was more than refreshing as Sven and I added to the piles of stones already standing there. Ours is the tallest, but also the most unstable…hmm.

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We’d been advised by many friends and forums to stop at Apollo Bay, a seaside town with surfing and paddle board lessons and a number of beachy shops. But with so many tourists around it lacked the charm of Lorne so we only stopped long enough to enjoy an award winning ice cream and a stroll along the super soft sandy beach before rolling on into koala country! Dan had prewarned us that if you spy someone parked on the side of the road looking up, there’s probably a koala. So when not long after Apollo Bay we pulled up alongside a beautiful viewpoint on the right, and a couple under a tree on the left, it was worth pulling over. Sure enough there was a chubby fella stuffing his face with eucalyptus leaves. They’re quite spritely compared to the sleepy guys I met in the blue mountains, leaping from branch to branch at speed, but still taking the time to pose for a photo.

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The drive to Otway lighthouse was one of the most fragrant I have ever enjoyed, as the air was filled with the scent of pine and eucalyptus. Sven craned his head left and right as we wound our way through miles of forest looking for more koalas, but as Julie had warned us of the need to be at camp sites prior to 6pm we didn’t have time for further stops.

Otway lighthouse is probably the one part of this tour I wish I’d researched. I’d expected a lighthouse, a stop which would take 30 minutes at most, but instead we found an extensive park with dinosaur fossils, aboriginal walks and historical tours and talks. I could have easily spent half a day speaking to the lighthouse keeper alone, and was more than disappointed to tear myself away from his stories. Sven on the other hand was fascinated by the wind speed, as it was more than blustery at the top. The keeper kindly demonstrated how to measure the wind using a little gauge, 48km…glad we left our hats inside!! However I can tick something else off my bucket list…climb a lighthouse, check!!

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Despite thinking we’d planned a quite leisurely tour there have certainly been parts we’ve had to rush. Otway lighthouse and the Gibson Steps are two examples, and for the latter I also wish I’d thought to check tide times as the sea was rushing in when we arrived leaving little room for exploration. Being that we were pushed for time this was probably blessing in disguise, but I would have loved to have spent a few hours nestled under the towering cliffs, enjoying the first of the Apostles whilst protected from the wind. As sunset at the 12 Apostles is definitely one for the bucket list we found a cute little camp site in Princetown rather than press on to Port Campbell and checked in by 5pm (if only Julie could see our progress!) Visiting the GOR out of season has been fantastic for winging it, as camp sites and tourist spots are next to empty and we’ve had no troubles with crowds. This was particularly fortuitous at the Apostles, where we spent most of the evening meandering back and forth between viewpoints which would no doubt be packed to the rafters in high season. The view was stunning in all directions, I could have done with 3 tripods and eyes in the back of my head!

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As the skies darkened we returned to camp and quickly realised leg of Sven is a mosquito delicacy. They just can’t get enough! Despite not using any lights, and cooking in the kitchenette rather than out the back of the camper we ended up with a van full! Pesky buggers kept us up all night buzzing around our heads and poor Sven was covered in red welts by the morning. First on the list for today is bug spray, yeulch!!

In transit…

There’s something rather noteworthy about time in transit. This period of semi-existence where you are neither here nor there, but rather somewhere in between. The strangest example of this for me will always be crossing the international date line. When you board a 14 hour flight on a Friday morning and arrive on Sunday afternoon. Discombobulating indeed! That magic didn’t happen on this trip however, as we flew first to Abu Dhabi and then 14 more hours to sunny Melbourne and our initial destination.

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The journey is worthy of a blog in itself. The first plane was so gigantic I failed to realise it had taken off as I sat in my centre of it, learning a valuable lesson about the pitfalls of selecting a seat next to the toilets. Sometimes guilt free reclining is not worth it folks! It was a double decker A380; the lower floor like that of any other plane, and the upper reserved for business and first class. Upstairs was also home to The Residence, where for the cost of average annual salary you can enjoy your own private butler, living room and bathroom, before taking breakfast in a luxury double bed. If you haven’t seen it I recommend this YouTube video. How the other half live!

The window seat on the second leg however was worth every seat reservation penny. Firstly to witness the miles of middle eastern dessert, with its miles of rolling sand dunes interrupted by groups of buildings in uniform grids. Symmetrical sand coloured settlements dotted around in the otherwise seemingly desolate landscape; some joined by perfectly straight highways which stretched from horizon to horizon without any hint of a curve, but others with no discernible entrance or exit at all, which makes you wonder how on Earth people ended up living there with no obvious access to water, or other civilisation.

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Majestic mountains followed, ragged and comprehensible at first, with tracks climbing to yet more towns and villages perched high in the summits; but then escalating so dramatically the peaks seemed in danger of clipping the aircraft wings. Despite my drooping eyes I was glued to the window, as the sun occasionally glinted off roofs and windows suggest that even in this isolated and apparently barren landscape was home to somebody.

The next treat came in the form azure blues and white sandy beaches of Male; which again appeared so suddenly in an otherwise endless sea that I spend a long while wondering how islands like that form out of the abyss. I understand when they’re nestled next to a continent, but Male is in the middle of the ocean! There were more tropical islands than I could count, some with obvious signs of inhabitants even from 39,000ft, others no more than a stretch of white surrounded by turquoise before dropping off again into deep blue sea. Straight white lines forming in between them gave the suggestion of tours and fishing boats. I’d love to see it for myself one day.

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As darkness fell you’d think the show was over, but no, the final treat was a thunderstorm raging over Perth. Huge clouds illuminated by great bolts of lightning as they sat under an inky sky pinpricked by stars above and lights from the city below. Incredible.

All this and the holiday hadn’t even really started. What an adventure!

Mountains, thieves and jumping out of aeroplanes

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Right, where were we? The blue mountains…

The cable car back up was not quite as much fun as the train down, except when we reached the top and had to swing into the dock, literally! All the rides offered stunning views of the valley and Three Sisters, Meehni, Wimlah and Gunnedoo, lived in the Jamison Valley as members of the Katoomba tribe. They fell in love with three men from another tribe but marriage was forbidden by tribal law. Not happy with this the brothers captured the sisters causing a battle between the tribes. An elder turned the sisters to stone to protect them but was killed in the battle leaving the sisters trapped forever.

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Next Libby (our tour guide) took us to see the Katoomba falls up close before the group were able to visit a tiny Australian Opal store overlooking the valley. Opals are my favourite stone, I just love them, and so was transfixed by this Aladdin’s cave of my favourite treasure. We were shown an opal worth $5000, it was about 3″ by 1.5″ and looked completely different depending on who was holding it or whether it was in natural or artificial light. Just stunning. Honestly everything in the store was out of my price range so I wasn’t seriously considering buying something, until we were informed that being on the tour offered us a 50% discount…would have been rude not to!

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The end of our tour was a scenic boat trip through to Darling Harbour and Circular Quay just as the sun was setting. I met so many nice people that day that it was lovely to just sit and chat with them so finish off the trip, while enjoying the view.

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Beautiful, lovely day! Also, special cudos to Rachel, everyone was asking where I got my scarf from 🙂 I don’t think I’ve taken it off yet!

Tuesday next and another early start. I had to be back down at the YHA for 7am to catch a bus to Wollongong where I would be doing my first ever skydive! The group waiting looked a mixture of terrified and hungover, but an hour and a half later we were at the beach, signed in and dressed in uber flattering bright blue jump suits…ready to go!

I’m honestly surprised at how little I freaked out that day, I kept waiting to be scared or even a decent amount of nervous but it didn’t happen. The lack of fear probably worried me more than anything else! I’d met a guy on the bus who was trying to psych himself (and me) out with stories of accidents and the like but even then I wasn’t phased. I met my co-jumper, Igor, from Russia, listened to the techniques for jumping and landing and then it was back in the bus for the 20 minute journey to the airport.

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People kept saying that the walk to the plane would be the worst bit, but even then I was fine! I had a few butterflies, obviously but I’d still say speaking at NUS conference was worse! I think this is due to two things, once you’re on the plane you’re jumping, no matter what…and having gotten on a few planes recently how scary could that bit be? Secondly I wasn’t in control or responsible, Igor had the parachute, he had to actually jump, pull the chord, land us safely, I just had to enjoy the experience! Which I did!! The scariest moment was when the doors opened, but before you could really grasp what was happening 2 people had already jumped, it was that fast. Igor and I were last but one. You shuffle to the door, hook your legs under the plane, head back, arch your spine and whoooosh…you’re off! It was SO loud! I learned afterwards that the instructors all wear ear plugs, with good reason. The freefall from 11,000ft lasted around 60 seconds, it’s the weirdest sensation! From the moment we met Igor kept saying ‘don’t forget to smiiile!’ but every time I grinned I could feel my cheeks catching the wind, haha! The noise and the cold are all encompassing, and while I was trying to look around me you’re just really aware that you’re falling. And that you’re on camera! But after what felt like forever (in a good way) the shoot was up and we were flying. This was the scariest bit…once the parachute is up your instructor will loosen your straps, which up until that time are so tight you’re losing circulation in your limbs but they are securing you to the guy with the parachute right? Feeling them go slack, in mid air, is very disconcerting!!! But I didn’t have long to think about it as Igor gave me the reins and I got to fly! Wow do you need upper body strength in that job, it’s heavy!

From the sky you could see for miles, Igor even pointed out Sydney’s central business district poking above the clouds in the distance. Then it was time to prepare for landing by bringing your legs up into a seated position…yup landing basically involves sliding in on your bum, most dignified!

It was the most exhilarating thing I have done in a long time, perhaps ever, and I would definitely do it again! Amazing!!

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The video doesn’t seem to play on smart phones but if you’re on a computer and have 7-8 minutes, have a look.

As we had been the first flight of the day our group then had to wait for all the others to fly and have their videos processed before we could leave. Wollongong has a very nice beach to chill out at though so it was a 10am jug of margarita and sunbathing on the rocks for 3 hours. Nightmare right? Sadly somewhere between watching people’s videos in the hut and getting on the bus someone decided to help themselves to my phone, so I don’t have any pictures to share with you.

I was meant to be back in Sydney for 2 and meet Steph in Shangri-la at 5 but through one thing and another we didn’t arrive back until 5 and I then had to work through the process of reporting my phone, blocking it and getting a new one. Effort! Thankfully I have amazing parents who helped sort everything, so that was one less thing to worry about.

And now I’m in Melbourne, but this blog is long enough already so I’ll save those stories for another day. As always I look forward to your comments 🙂 Modern technology is amazing isn’t it? Feel very lucky to be able to keep in touch with everyone so easily!!

Have a great day x

P Sherman, 42 Wallaby Way, Sydney

G’day! Day 4 in the land down under and Sydney. I’m slowly learning not to trust any weather forecasts, rain has been predicted every day so far creating a very cross Katy, but after a few grey clouds it’s been gorgeous every day!

On day 2 to be honest I pretty much did exactly what I did on day 1, only in the sun! Starting with the Opera House

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And of course the famous bridge

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And from there I met Denise, a girl from Switzerland who has been travelling round New Zealand and Australia for two months. We spent the rest of the day wandering round the Botanical Gardens and visiting some of Sydney’s shops.

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Eventually we reached Paddys market, it was Denise’s last day in Australia so she was doing all her souvenirs shopping. We saw some raaaandom stuff

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I also tried some really odd iced tea, which had these little jelly balls in it. I have NO idea what they were supposed to be but the straw was thick enough for them so every now and again you got jelly with your drink. Has anyone tried it? It’s strange. Tasted good but I’m not sure I’d have it again.

That evening I cooked then Steph and I watched The Kings Speech, nice and chilled out.

On Friday the weather was again threatening to be awful but turned out to be beautiful. In the morning I headed out to book some tours and pick up some stuff Denise very kindly left me at the YHA.

That afternoon I headed over to Manly on the ferry. It took about half an hour and offered some spectacular views of the harbour

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On the ferry I met Scott, an ex RAF man from the States. Scott had been travelling for a couple of months through New Zealand and Australia and had pretty much only taken the ferry to take photos. In the end though Manly was too nice to leave straight away so we went for a walk and something to eat.

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I pretty much had to run to Stephs flat to get ready to prepare for an engagement party that evening after I got off the ferry. In less than an hour I’d managed to get to Stephs, shower, change and back down to the harbour to meet her and Luke. Skills! The party was at a bar in The Rocks called The Argyle; a really cool place with a chilled out vibe. Steph and Lukes friends were really nice too, twas fun!

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We didn’t have as much fun as some people however…

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So that brings us to today! The weather was beautiful so the three of us strolled down to The Rocks market for a wander round. Stephs flatmate Merri had suggested we climb the bridge pylon (costs $10 rather than the $200 to climb the actual bridge!) so that was fun!

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Steph wasn’t feeling so well today so I spent the rest of the afternoon in the park with my book. Then this evening Merri invited me out to a BBQ in Zetland. It was a genuine aussie BBQ! The park had an outdoor grill and seats and stuff and the guys had set up a tightrope type thing which was tonnes of fun (I have really bad balance!). Then up to the flat which had a really great view of the city. One of the girls had made a dessert thing, pie base, caramel, banana and then coffee cream!!! Such a random combo, I wasn’t a fan, have to say. The punch was good though, except I had half a lime in my glass at one point, Sandep had great chopping skills!

Back at Stephs now, chilling with Friends just like old times. Tomorrow the five of us are off to Bondi Beach, woohoo!

Bloggin’ from a land down under!

Hello from Sydney! Or should that be g’day? Aaah stereotypes, gotta love em!

So the flight was nowhere near as bad as I was expecting. I left New York just after 7pm; Three meals, four movies, two days and lots of sleep later I was in Australia. Phew! Firstly though, what does Quantas have against stuff from the 90’s?

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This time my inflight companions were Mark, a pastor from just north of Sydney, and a 6 month old baby who had everyone transfixed; she was so smiley!! Mark was sat by me and the baby (with her mum I might add, not just flying solo) across the aisle which explains why I don’t know her name. He was a really interesting guy actually! We had an extremely in-depth conversation about ‘types of people’ and how balances work in people, relationships and teams. Pretty deep stuff considering the hour, whichever timezones you looked at.

Midway across the Pacific, somewhere between The Help and My Week With Marilyn I looked out of the window to be greeted with the most amazing sight. I have never seen so many stars. We were in the middle of the ocean, with no land for miles and no lights anywhere to obstruct the view. It was incredible. But, whether because I could only see the tiny patch outside my window, or because I’d crossed Ito the southern hemisphere, I didn’t recognise a single constellation and for the first time in a long time I got really homesick. But then I realised I’d only been away from home a fortnight and being homesick was ridiculous, soon snapped out of it!

The plane touched down in Sydney at 8:30am, 22:30 UK time or 17:30 in New York…wow my body is confuuuuuused.

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Less than an hour later, after my first southern hemisphere sunrise, I was at Stephs, journey complete! Have any of you ever felt dizzy after a long haul flight? I feel more like I just got off a boat rather than a plane, and it’s been over 12 hours.

I was proper mega sleepy, so I forced myself to head out into the city and explore (despite the rain) to stave off jetlag inducing sleep. On my walk I think I realised why I only got excited about the Golden Gate Bridge seconds before I saw it. Cities are quite samey, for the most part you could be on any street in any city, in any country in the world, until you see something you know well but have never seen yourself. Today it was the turn of the Sydney Opera House. I walked down this street and suddenly, unexpectedly there it was! It literally made me burst into laughter.

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It seemed a lot less white than I was expecting, but it’s a lot bigger! I met two girls by the SH bridge and ended up spending the rest of the afternoon with them. Still deciding on the whole ‘climbing the bridge’ thing, has anyone done it? Anyway, we walked through the Botanical Gardens which is home to loads of exotic birds. Well, exotic to me anyway! I tried and tried to get a good photo but in the end this is the only close up I got!

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And then there was this guy…just you know, hanging out, being a parrot!

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Steph and Luke were due back at the flight at 5:30 so I headed back over and am still there, having had yummy Chinese take away for tea. We’ve watched some Friends and Britains Got Talent auditions, it’s like old times. Set myself the challenge of staying awake till 10pm, or 11 if possible, to try and get used to the timezone change! It’s gone 10 so I’m doing well!

No idea what I’m gonna do tomorrow, so you’ll have to wait and see!

Day 7: Going somewhere?

So today is the 7th day of our Alphathon, the 7th letter of the Alphabet being G, here are our options:

Katy S: Going West – a certain someone’s travel plans!
Peg: Green Space – How much do you wish to have in your life? City or Country?
Katy P: Guilty Pleasures

Honestly I could quite easily have written about any of these topics, but as someone’s was ever so subtly directed at me, it would be rude to ignore.

As you may have heard I’m planning to take a little trip starting in March. I’ve wanted to do this since I was about 16 years old and while through one reason and another, this trip is slightly different to the original plan I’m still really looking forward to it.

I’ll be starting in NY in March, meeting up with some friends from when I worked at a Long Island summer camp in 2007. Then I travel to Las Vegas to meet my old uni flatmate. We’ll have a few days of gambling, ooing and ahhing at the neon lights and visiting the Grand Canyon before flying to San Francisco and working our way down to L.A. From there we fly back to Philadelphia for a few days (it’s the most round about trip round America ever) before Omelia goes home and I fly down under. We’re still looking at trips and accommodation for the States so I don’t have all the information, just a basic outline.

On continent number two I’ll be visiting another uni flatmate, Steph, in Sydney for a few days before travelling down to Melbourne to see a different friend and go on the Neighbours tour (because I’m cool like that!). From there it gets a bit hazy, I’m hoping to fly up and visit Fraser Island and/or the Whitsundays for a few days but honestly I need to do a bit of research. I have three weeks there though, so plenty of time for adventures!

Then I hop on another jet plane for continent number 3 and the final stop, Thailand, where I’ll be setting up shop and teaching English for a while, hopefully travelling round to Laos, Cambodia, Malaysia and beyond when I get the chance. Eventually I want to travel to South America too, to teach there for a bit, and obviously there are plenty of more places to visit one day…South Africa, China, Canada, Mexico and Eastern Europe. But there’s plenty of time for all that, one step at a time eh?

The Plan.

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