Wednesday, March 16, 2011

and why are you not in Melbourne?

My god I'm awful at updating. Today I'm going to do a massive blog dump and write like three entries. READY SET GO.

So let's start at the very beginning of this journey. I was sitting on facebook one night and out of the blue this kid messages me and says "do you want to see Amanda Palmer with me?" and I knew instantly that we would be best friends. haha. But really, that's how I met Marcus. Then we met for real a few days later at the art school, where we have Printmaking together. I think the second time we met was on the way to the airport! haha. So we really got to know each other waiting for our flight from Hobart where we giggled about The Dresden Dolls and Amanda for probably two out of the three hours we were waiting there. haha. We were SO excited. We had booked our flights just a few days before and reserved rooms in a hostel and it was all so impulsive that I think we were both in shock that we were actually flying to Melbourne for a concert. The flight only took like an hour and we arrived in Melbourne around 10 pm or so. Then we had to get a bus into downtown Melbourne, dodge all the drunk people on the streets, and get to our hostel for the night. The hostel was... interesting. haha. it smelled funny and we were in a room with six bunks, but luckily no one else came in the two nights we were there so we had the room to ourselves. There was a pretty nice view of Melbourne from our room and the beds were comfortable, so despite the dingy walls and funny smells, it wasn't too bad of a place to stay. :)

We got up pretty early the next day and went down to breakfast, which was quite awful. Then we wandered around Melbourne for the rest of the day and let me tell you, Melbourne is one of the coolest cities ever. I will give you a photo tour of our day!

Right outside our hostel was some cool grafitti...


downtown Melbourne had cool art all over the place...
we found a gorgeous old church...

and Marcus was really excited and whipped out his fancy camera. :)  
we didn't eat lunch at Burger King... I mean Hungry Jack's...   
but we did eat lunch in a cool little alleyway that we found!
look how cute the signs and lights are! :D


At the end of the alleyway were some really cool buskers, so I gave them money :)
and I actually bought a cd from this guy, his name was Tim Scanlan and he was playing the guitar, a harmonica, a cymbal, and a drum all at the same time. he was amazing.
Flinders Street Station was really pretty
and I don't know what this building was, but it was really cool and artsy so I took a picture anyway!   
Then we found this street. It's one of the most amazing places ever. The entire thing was completely covered in grafitti. Every wall was completely coated top to bottom and it was incredible.

there was SO much cool art, we spent probably about an hour in that one street taking pictures and I have dozens more that I could upload. hopefully they'll all be up on facebook eventually. :)
we spent the rest of the afternoon in this pretty park
the trees were absolutely amazing
and I found mushrooms! :D
by then Marcus and I were getting antsy, as evidenced by this lovely picture, so we headed to the venue to wait.
And then it was time for the concert. We got in line and talked to some cool Australians and got super anxious and sang some songs and held our breath and finally the doors opened. My next entry will be about the show. :)

Oh and the title of this entry I got from the song "Here in Melbourne" by The Jane Austen Argument.

Oh and why are you not in Melbourne?
It's colder here, you know,
And the stars are obscured by the sky.
 And why are you not in Melbourne?
There's art in the streets.
And your feet should come darken my door.
Oh and why
are you
not in Melbourne?



Thursday, February 24, 2011

O-Week (aka the longest post that this blog will ever see)

I'm so sorry I've been neglecting my blog! The first week here was absolutely insane so I haven't really had much time to actually sit down and write. I've been having a ton of fun, though, and I've been meeting really cool people and Tasmania is gorgeous. Okay. Here we go.

ALSO, the internet connection here is awful (or my computer is awful) and I can't upload pictures. AT ALL. so I'm sorry this blog is horribly boring. hopefully if I figure out what's wrong with my internet I'll be able to add some pictures later.

I arrived on Sunday the 13th and got all moved in. My room is really nice and the view from my room is nice too; it looks out over a courtyard area and up a hill and there are lots of trees and pretty houses and stuff. The view from the other side of the dorm is so much better because you can see down over campus and to the water and over all of Hobart. It's gorgeous.

On Monday I met up with some friends and we went into Hobart for a Regatta on the water... regatta just means festival haha. It was sooo hot out and we all got sunburned but it was so worth it. We got to go on some really awesome old wooden boats and we got ice cream (mine was Huon Berry flavor... whatever that means) and we saw a cool sand sculpture and looked at a bunch of travel brochures and stuff to figure out what else to do while we're in Tasmania. Everyone we talked to was extremely nice. We eventually went back to our dorm to eat and relax for a little while and then we went back down to the water later that night to watch some fireworks. We didn't feel like walking all the way back into town so we stopped on a beach closer to UTAS (they just call it uni here) and waited and waited.... then we heard the fireworks going off and realized we couldn't see them from where we were because there was a giant hill blocking our way. Oh well.

Tuesday morning we met up with the other freshman (called freshers here) and the O Week leaders and we got split up into teams. I was on the pink team and had to wear a pink ribbon around my wrist or in my hair or wherever I wanted it for the next week. We played some games to get points for our team and we learned the "Fresher Dance" which the O Week leaders choreographed to The Wombats' song "Let's Dance to Joy Division." It was pretty fun. That afternoon we took a bus to Seven Mile Beach and went swimming. After swimming I hung out on the beach and met a bunch of people but there were people playing rugby and frisbee and stuff. I was having fun just watching, although I did end up playing catch with some people later with a rugby ball. haha. Then we had a barbecue and I realized that in Australia they don't use mustard. On ANYTHING. It was very odd. And they look at you really funny if you say "ketchup," apparently here they call it "tomato sauce." Overall it was a really fun evening. :D

Wednesday we went on some tours of campus and some O Week leaders took me and a few other art students downtown to see the art building. It's so adorable on the outside; it's pink with gold trim! When you walk in there's a big courtyard with these really cool wooden sculptures and then you have to walk up a giant stairway to get into the actual building. The art school used to be a jam factory, so there are all these old pieces of machinery around and they left all the old wooden support beams visible. It's a really awesome place and even though it looks small from the outside, inside it's huge and there are four floors of rooms and galleries and libraries and things. I'm definitely excited to spend more time there!

Later that afternoon I went on a tour of Cascade Brewery with my friend Katie, which was pretty fun. The tour was interesting and we got free drinks at the end, which was nice since it was another really hot day. Katie's American too and we were talking about how strange it was that for an orientation activity UTAS would have a brewery tour... since the drinking age is eighteen here they seem to just take it really lightly, whereas in the US colleges would NEVER encourage drinking alcohol or provide it at any of their functions. At all the barbecues we had this week they always had this cheap wine that they call Goon. Apparently it's really popular with college kids and all the O Week leaders were drinking and most of the freshers and nobody cared. Oh, and unlike how cheap wine in America comes in boxes, Goon comes in a bag. Interesting!

Wednesday night there was a formal dinner and all the girls wore dresses and all the boys wore suits. The boys went in for dinner before the girls and stood in a row and when the girls entered they all applauded. It was nice. haha. The food was really good, but I was kind of bummed because we just sat at tables and didn't really get to mingle as much as I was hoping to. Oh well. After the formal dinner there was a Scribble Party, where everyone had to wear a white shirt and bring markers and we all wrote and drew on each others' shirts. It was fun but eventually it turned into a full scale party and my friends and I got tired and left. haha.

Thursday morning the O Week leaders came banging on our doors at 6:30 and made us stay in our pajamas and we went for a tour of Hobart. All the freshers (and the abroad students) got together and the first thing they did was made us hold hands with a person of the opposite sex. So I ended up holding hands with this kid named Ben who had lots of freckles and really curly black hair. He was really nice, but it was awkward because they literally would not let us stop holding hands. So we walked around Hobart all morning, in our pajamas, all holding hands and walking in a line. We got breakfast at a bakery and that's when the real torture started. The O Week leaders made us sing our orders, so I awkwardly opera sang to this lady that I wanted a fruit bun and some orange juice, while my friend Brooke tried to rap about a muffin. After breakfast the O Week leaders tried to cram as many freshers as they could into a telephone booth, and then they made us race up and down these awful giant hills with lots of stairs. Then back to holding hands. Oh, they also made us carry buckets of water and bricks and a giant plastic goose head, which they said was our mascot.

Eventually we got into town and they made us race more, and then once we were right in the middle of downtown they made us do this thing called "dead ants" where we laid on the ground on our backs and wiggled our arms and legs in the air. All while STILL holding hands, of course. The last person to do "dead ants" had to wear a giant red collar and someone had to lead them around on a leash. After all that, we played a game called The Amazing Race, which is based on the tv show The Amazing Race. haha. Each team had to do certain tasks and then go to a new place and turn in whatever the task was to get the clue to the next location. The first task was to collect ten business cards, so my friends and I were all running around, going into banks and doctors offices dressed in our pajamas and carrying various strange objects and asking for business cards. I was with a girl named Rachel who was from mainland Australia and we got a bunch of business cards and went back outside... and everyone was gone. Apparently we had gotten lost. A while later we found some other people from the pink team, deduced that everyone else had gone on to the next location and had stranded us, and decided to walk back to the dorm. We were all tired anyway and didn't feel like putting up with more torture in downtown Hobart. haha.

By the time we got back to our dorm (which is called Christ College, so I'll just be calling it Christ from now on) it was still only 1:00 so we relaxed and took showers and finally had a moment to breathe before moving on the the afternoon activities. At 3 we all got on a bus again and drove to Port Arthur, a town that was about an hour and a half away from Hobart. We had a barbecue there and waited around until 8 when we were going to go on a Ghost Tour. Port Arthur is documented to have a high rate of hauntings and supernatural activity, and we went on a tour of an old convict prison. My friend Brooke and I were chosen as two of the lantern bearers, so we had to stick close to the guide and do what he told us to do. We went into a chapel area and into one of the residences on the prison site and then we went into another building and down into the basement where apparently they used to do autopsies. The tour guide was a really good storyteller and definitely set the mood. It was cool hearing about the history of the prison and it was really creepy and I HATE scary stuff, but overall it wasn't too terrible. Probably only because there were so many of us on the tour and I was clinging to Brooke the whole time. The tour guide kept referring to us as "Brooke in the black" and "Brook in the blue." haha. It was really fun and on the way home I spotted a few Tasmanian Devil Crossing signs on the side of the road. :D

Friday morning we got up even earlier! At 5 am we met up to get on a bus to go to the top of Mount Wellington, the mountain that overlooks Hobart. We were hoping to see the sunrise on top, but after the drive up there it was too misty and we couldn't see anything at all. The sun rose, but the mist was still too heavy to see anything. It was freezing up there, though, and so the O Week leaders decided that they would have a competition. Two leader boys and two fresher boys each got naked and stood on top of Mount Wellington to see who could last the longest in the cold... of course none of them wanted to give up, so after half an hour of everyone shivering they finally called the competition off and we drove about halfway down the mountain and had breakfast at a little camp place. We had eggs and bacon on toast and it was soooo good. I was starving. Finally we got to go back to Christ and everyone wanted to go back to bed. I got to my room and laid down... and then the stupid worker people here started doing construction on our building. They're putting in a fancy new basement level, so every morning I wake up to the sound of jackhammers and drills. Usually I don't mind too much because they don't start until 8:30 or so, but since I had been up since 4:30 that morning I was very annoyed that I couldn't take a nap. At least the rest of the day was pretty relaxed; that evening on the schedule it said "historic tour of Hobart" and my friends and I found out last minute that it was actually just a bunch of house parties, so we all stayed in and watched movies instead. :)

I had been looking forward to Saturday morning ever since arriving in Hobart because every Saturday they have a thing called Salamanca Market. People from all around Hobart come to sell clothes and jewelery and artwork and food and produce and it's a TON of fun. Sadly, it was raining, but we went to Salamanca anyway. It was really fun looking at all the stuff and there was so much that I wanted to buy but I only ended up getting a cheap bag that says "Tasmania" and has some pictures of animals on it that I intent to turn into a pillow once I get home and a silver ear cuff. The ear cuff is really cute. I'm looking forward to going again, since they have the market every Saturday, and eventually I'll splurge and buy more things. :D

On Sunday we were supposed to have lunch in the botanical gardens, but it was raining again so it got cancelled. My friends and I explored Hobart a little bit more but really didn't do too much. I spent a lot of that day relaxing and doing laundry and figuring out my class schedule. It was really nice to just sit and do nothing after the crazy orientation week. There were quite a few things about it that were dumb and awful, but overall it was a ton of fun and I got to know a lot of really cool people. I've written way too much now, but I'll write again soon! Hopefully from now on the entries will be shorter and more timely; I was just dreading writing the O Week entry because I knew it was going to be a monster. Also, hopefully pictures will be coming soon! That's all for now, adios! :)

Sunday, February 13, 2011

arriving in Hobart!

So the flight from Sydney to Hobart was nonexistant. I fell asleep and it felt like we were there in ten minutes. I was really surprised that they gave us food on the flight, since it was only two hours, but it was SO GOOD. Alright, let's compare American plane food to Australian plane food. Well, on United I had dinner (pasta and salad, it was pretty good) and breakfast (pancakes and sausage that were.... decent), but they did give us a sandwich for lunch. It was smoked turkey and swiss cheese on a classic white roll, and it was dry and flavorless and the cheese was definitely American, not swiss. Oh and with that came a pecan cookie. Mmmm lunch. Now American lunch, meet Australian lunch. On the Qantas plane we got "Egg Mayo with Za'tar and Baby Spinach on Multigrain Bread." Egg mayo was just egg salad, but Za'tar was a spread made from sumac, sesame seeds, thyme, oregano, and marjoram, and the baby spinach was fresh and the bread was really good. We also got mini Toblerone chocolate bars and tea with milk in the most adorable little red mug with the most adorable little white spoon. I was really, really impressed.

Anyway. I fell asleep after eating and then woke up when the pilot said to prepare for landing, and I looked out the window and we were flying over Tasmania and it was AMAZING.

I didn't take this picture. ha. but isn't it beautiful?
Sydney was very green and then very shiny and fully of buildings and such. Tasmania is a giant expanse of rolling brown hills with the occasional river and patch of trees. There weren't many buildings at all, and we had to fly over this marsh to get to the runway and I swear it looked like we were going to land in the water. And the entire Hobart airport was one room. haha. There were actually a lot of kids from UTAS arriving, almost all of them from China, and after getting our bags we got into a van for the drive across the Derwent river and into Hobart itself.

Our driver drove on the wrong side of the road,

everything was INCREDIBLY GREEN,
we saw a bunch of pretty boats,
and then we crossed the Tasman Bridge over the Derwent River into Hobart! That's Mount Wellington in the background. :)
And that's basically it so far. I didn't have much time last night to walk around Hobart, but from the little drive through town I can tell already it's a really cute little city. Today I'm exploring with some friends so I'll have a million more pictures to share later, along with pictures of my room! Adios!

14 hours on an airplane is not fun. not at all.


I wrote this yesterday, but I just figured out my internet so I'm posting it now. :)

It’s 10 am and I’m sitting in the Sydney Airport. I’ve been here for over two hours already, and I’ve hauled my luggage from the United Airlines part of the airport to the Qantas domestic flight section, checked in, and converted my money to Australian dollars ($370 American only got me $325 Australian >:[). My flight from Sydney to Hobart doesn’t board until 1:55 and doesn’t leave until 2:15, so I’m sitting in a cafĂ© drinking a pineapple orange mango smoothie and writing in my blog. Well, I would be writing in my blog but I can’t connect to the internet. My cell phone doesn’t work either. It’s the weirdest feeling not having any connections; it makes you feel really helpless to not be able to call or text or email someone. For now I’m writing this in a word document, hoping that the time passes quickly. :/

So let’s start at the beginning. I left Rochester yesterday morning (which, thanks to time zones, was really two days ago) and flew into Chicago with my mom. She then went on to Los Angeles to see her brother, and I had to wait around for forever until my own flight from Los Angeles left. I was waiting at my gate and I heard a few girls my age talking about Australia, so I joined in the conversation and it turned out that there were five of us sitting at the Los Angeles gate all going to Australia! Two of the people going to Australia were from Sydney and Melbourne (pronounced Mel-bin, they look at you funny if you say Mel-born) so we got to ask them a bunch of questions about Australia. So that was cool. Eventually the flight left, we got to Los Angeles after about four hours, and then almost immediately after we got to LA we had to board to go to Sydney.

The Sydney flight was… well actually I have no idea how long it was because of the time change, but it was something like 14 hours. Let me tell you, 14 hours on a plane SUCKS. Especially when there’s no room to put any of your stuff and your seat barely goes back at all and you can’t even stretch your legs out… but at least I had a window seat. Most of the flight was dark, though, because we were basically following the sunset. I was able to sleep for a lot of the ride, so when I was fully awake there were only about six hours still to go. During those six hours they fed us twice and I got to watch the sunrise. It was sooo beautiful. 




Of course the best part of the flight was landing in Sydney, but I couldn’t take any pictures while the plane was descending. When we finally broke through the clouds and could finally see Australia, it was amazing how GREEN everything was. Coming from snowy, miserable Rochester and then popping through some clouds to the most gorgeous green country was amazing. I tried to spot the Opera House but of course I couldn’t. haha. So now we’re back at the beginning of the entry… here I am sitting in the Sydney airport. I’ll probably wander around the little shops; I saw one that was selling chocolate koalas! Sadly, I can tell already that everything is INSANELY expensive. :/



My next flight is on a domestic carrier called Qantas and their planes have kangaroos on the tails! I’ll try to get a picture later. My flight to Hobart is only two hours long, so I’m sure that will feel like nothing compared to the LA to Sydney flight. Hopefully I’ll be able to get my wireless sorted out quickly and get this post up! I know this wasn’t the most exciting thing ever, but hey, I’ve been sitting on planes for 24 hours. Surprisingly I’m not tired at all, but I don’t think that means that I’m ready to meet a trillion new people yet. Haha. I need time to get my bearings. But I’m officially in Australia! :)

oops. I forgot to take a picture of the Qantas plane. yay stock images!

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

blog!

All individuals have to do their thing. No one stops you from doing stuff except yourself.
-Chrissie Hynde

Hello new blog! By this time next week I'll have at least one more entry and two weeks from now... goodness, who knows? I'm going to be too busy to breathe. I don't have much to say for now, I'm just spreading the word that this exists. :)