Day 17: Auckland briefly, jumbo jet longly

We have returned to our native soil now. Currently I am drinking some tea, taking some sleepy vitamins and steeling myself for my return to work in the morning. Everything about the return was pretty uneventful. It was a long flight from Auckland to LA but not as long as LA to Melbourne was. Neither one of us got much sleep so a lot of movies were watched on the in flight monitors. I think I watched Angels and Demons, Adventureland, and something else but I don’t recall what. I may have been awake but I doubt I was coherent. Customs in LA was a breeze. I guess the trick is to declare anything that you possibly can and then the customs agents won’t feel the need to invade you. We also had pretty good train karma coming back from the airport with only one snafu at the Lawrence St. station which was closed for the weekend. Fortunately that only ended up being a two block detour to the 2,3 train that took us to Atlantic.

Auckland this morning – way way way back this morning was surprisingly nice. Most people say they find it bland and I suppose it was, but it was bland in a rather comforting way. We didn’t see much, just puttered around in Wendell through the downtown area and then up to Mt. Eden for a view of the city. Mt. Eden is actually a dormant or extinct volcano, I don’t recall at this point, but you can drive to the top and they have a nice path walking around the rim. No going down into the crater though as they had signs warning against it saying that the ecosystem was very fragile. We obeyed but it would have been cool to go stand at the bottom of a volcano crater.

From the rim of Mt. Eden you can see a 360 degree panorama of Auckland and it’s obvious that the area was once a hotbed of tectonic activity. You can see the volcanic cones rising all over the place. We counted at least ten but the guidebooks say there are many more. It was a very interesting landscape and much different than the general mountainous-ness of Wellington and the rest of what we saw of New Zealand.

From here we drove to Auckland airport, dropped off Wendell the rental, and got situated for our long flight. Thus concludes our honeymoon. We had an awesome time, had so much fun, and made so many great memories. It was fun to write up these entries each night and we hope you all enjoyed reading along. Until next time. . . .

Day 16: The last day

Today was all about the driving. We stopped at a few spots along the way to stretch our legs and exercise the camera. In order of appearance:

Craters of the moon is a volcanic thermal field that was somewhat active until the 1950s when a nearby geothermal energy plant went online and lowered the underground reservoir and thus it became less violent and geyser-y and more steamy and bubbly. It made sense when I read the informational signs but now that I’m typing it out the logic kind of defies me. It had something to do with the lowered water levels in the reservoir that changed the pressure coming out of the fumaroles and other such vents. It was pretty cool though. There were all these craters and rifts in the ground that had steam billowing out and boiling mud at the bottom. All the plant life was green at the tips but had a charred appearance otherwise. It was very weird that plant life could live in such an environment with the heat and the soil that was loaded with phosphorous and sulfur. (see the full set of photos here.)

We drove a little further and came upon a sign advertising another thermal field so we pulled off and drove down a dirt road for awhile before we came to some campground with alpacas, chickens, peafowl, and a sheep running around. We decided that feeding the random chickens and peafowl the remnants of our French bread from last night would be more fun than seeing another thermal field. Yep, you can tell we’re city folk, we live in an inhospitable environment but chickens are something new!

From there we proceeded up the road to the tourist city of Rotorua which you can smell before you actually enter. It is also in a volcanic region and the smell of sulfur hangs over the town. Our guidebooks indicated that the overseas tourists typically stayed in Rotorua which stank and was pretty tacky with the tourist trap clutter while the Kiwi tourists stayed in Taupo which had beautiful vistas and was generally a little sleepier. Unfortunately the weather made short work of those vistas as it continued to rain all day. We tried.

Anyway we stopped for lunch in Rotorua eating at The Fat Dog. Their menu seemed limited so I ordered the burger which ended up being ridiculously big and vertically unstable. It had two beef patties, lettuce, bacon, mayo, carrots, cole slaw, a fried egg, and string beets per the tradition down here. I would like to report that they’re onto something down here, beets on a burger is actually really good. I can’t really describe it and I admit that I don’t like beets, but trust me, it works. Kirsten got a disappointing chicken fettucine thing that really ended up being chicken noodle soup. After lunch we walked around town a bit and found a little ice cream shop. Even though it was raining and cold we got some more hokey pokey ice cream because it was worth it. I also picked up a bottle of RC Cola (I know, exciting right!?) that was strangely bitter. As we tried other sodas in New Zealand it became apparent that the Kiwis don’t seem to like them overly sweet as most of them had quite a bite to them, including the Coca Cola.

We then drove up to the North Coast and a little town called Waihi Beach which was very pretty and cold. There were also hundreds of shells washed up so we picked up a good collection while we minded the giant sand fleas that were everywhere.

Our final stop before it got dark was a nice little waterfall along the highway that had a turnoff and shortly beyond that there was a very impressive canyon through which the highway wound its way along the bottom. In fact we hadn’t planned to stop but once we passed the water fall and went through the canyon we decided to turn around and go see them again this time from a speed of zero miles per hour.

From there we drove straight into Auckland where the fearless mountain goat drivers suddenly turned into timid lambs on the multilane freeway and drove SO SLOW. We stayed in a high rise hotel on the north shore that ended up being one of the nicest hotels of the honeymoon. It was a huge suite on the 13th floor overlooking the ocean with an all glass balcony, a full kitchen with a dishwasher and laundry facilities, and a pool up on the roof of the low rise portion of the facility that we enjoyed that night after a nice lamb dinner from a restaurant up the road called Aubergine. Too bad we were only here one night as it could have been a nice little base to check out Auckland.

Tomorrow we have a couple hours to spare to check things out but not enough time to jump off the sky tower. They have one of those freestanding observation towers here where you pay about $20 and go up and enjoy an amazing view and attached to it they have something called the Sky Jump which looks pretty cool. You’re harnessed in to a cable system and jump off a diving board on the roof. You glide rappelling style down the cables and come to a controlled stop at street level. The videos all show the happy passengers landing square on their feet on a platform above the sidewalk. Looks awesome! I’m told that Las Vegas is to get a similar system sometime in the next few years so perhaps I’ll get my chance whenever I get over there again.

Anyway, for now – goodnight!

Day 12: An ambitious day

Today we went a little crazy and made plans to go to not one, but two, major theme parks. Since they were both on the small side and only a mile from each other and connected by a bus service, it IS possible to do it. But the fact that they are both only open until 5 makes it pretty tough. Plus the Australian ride capacity mindset works against you as well.

We headed to Dreamland first because they had fewer rides that interested us. We weren’t real sure what the unifying theme was for this park but there were sections associated with the American west, surf culture, Nickelodeon, Australian animals, and tigers. Upon entering we were greeted with a sign indicating that one of the roller coasters, the Tower of Terror, would not be running that day so that was a bummer. Scratching that, we headed to their second biggest coaster, Cyclone, which interestingly was moved to Dreamland from Luna Park Sydney.

Cyclone is a steel coaster that after several twists and turns, goes upside down twice for the big finish. The loading operation of only running one train, only using one side of the station for loading and unloading meant that the line for this moved pretty slow – even first thing in the morning. The ride itself was pretty rough and uneventful as well. Once was enough.

We then walked over to their motorcycle themed coaster which had cars that you rode in like a motorcycle. The restraint closed over your back as you hunched over the handlebars. It then launched the train into a series of high speed figure eights. It was a bit short but a lot of fun and was the best ride we rode at Dreamland. We debated on riding again but decided to continue riding other rides instead.

We also rode their family friendly coaster, Runaway Reptar which was tame although it had a few speedy bits. Then I rode (and Kirsten declined to ride) the Giant Drop which is attached to the side of the Tower of Terror and uses the same structure. The Giant Drop is one of the tallest freefall rides in the world and it hoists you up in a chair with your feet dangling to a height of 390 feet before letting you fall back to earth. At the bottom a set of powerful magnets bring you to a smooth stop. Yay technology! The view from the top was pretty incredible and once I brought myself to actually look around I could see the tall towers of Surfers Paradise along the coast off in the distance. The drop itself was a hoot and lasted a good long time.

I also wanted to try to get on the log ride but after standing in line for a bit and barely moving, we gave up and made a run through the Australian animal exhibits and saw the tigers doing tigerly things. We got to see a couple of cassowaries, dingoes, saltwater crocodiles (they are so freakin big), and wombats. Kirsten found a Tasmanian devil although I missed it. They also had a petting area for kangaroos. The one that I was scratching seemed pretty happy until some Japanese tourist came up and yanked his ears. I hope something bit him later. And if something hasn’t, I hope something will. The park was also overrun with ibis and little water dragons (lizards).

After that we left Dreamworld and caught the first bus over to Warner Brothers Movie World which is themed like a movie studio park such as Universal Studios. The rides here approach Disney in their thematic level with the notable exception of the Lethal Weapon roller coaster which was so brutal it may possibly be the worst I’ve ridden. Fortunately Kirsten did not ride because she has me to warn her of these things. I knew it would be rough but not that rough!

The other two big coasters were a lot more fun though. Scooby Doo’s Spooky Coaster was an indoor coaster that had a lot of great surprise drops and turns and may have been our favorite coaster of the trip. Superman Escape is a very high speed coaster that is themed to a subway system that becomes trapped underground due to an earthquake – the ride actually does have a long twisting tunnel at the beginning past subway stations that are collapsing around you. Finally you stop and Superman shoves you out of the ground and straight into the sky and then takes you on a short, but very speedy whirlwind tour of the front entrance of the park. Superman was Kirsten’s 100th coaster and her favorite part were the Pocket Police who made darn sure that there was absolutely nothing in your pockets (note: this is sarcasm - she was actually very cranky, annoyed, and swore to never ride it again). They had a person standing at the end of the line assigning seats and having everyone turn their pockets inside out out. Nothing may go on, not even if your pockets button, snap, zip, or weld shut, you cannot bring anything aboard, not even tissues or pocket lint.

After the coasters we also rode the Looney Tunes River Adventure which involves leaving Australia and going to Hollywood and then going back to Australia in the ride. It was tricky logic to follow but a fun ride with a little twisty slide at the end. The Road Runner Roller Coaster was their family friendly coaster which was very similar to the one at Dreamworld. The Wild West Falls, which was a very well done log ride with a huge drop out of a very tall Disney style mountain, and a float through a ghost town. The detailing on this ride was really well done, as was the detailing on the next ride, the Batman Adventure. This was a simulator style ride where we piloted hovercrafts and engaged in aerial battle with Batman and Batgirl against the Joker, Catwoman, and Mr. Freeze. The ride itself was standard fare but the preshows in Bruce Wayne’s library and down in the Batcave were very well done.

Finally we capped our day with two additional rides on Scooby Doo and Superman and took in the Shrek in 4D movie. Shrek was an excellent show and all the 3D and 4D effects (tactile effects such as spraying water, puffs of air, seat cushion buzzers, etc, to enhance the movie) were well done. All in all it was a very fun day and Movie World more than made up for Dreamworld’s disappointments.

After the park closed and we caught the long train ride back to Brisbane we decided to head to Verve again for dinner because it was so good and we didn’t feel like doing any additional walking around. They did not disappoint either.

Tomorrow we catch the early flight to Wellington, New Zealand where we have a rental car waiting. Yep, wrong side of the road driving for us. I’m nervous but that seems silly, right? I mean, just last week I was jumping off huge slippery rocks into a river potentially teeming with saltwater crocodiles. Driving on the left should be a cinch. Knock on wood. . . .

Day 11: The rain in Brisbane falls mostly on our manes

Not much action today because it was another travel day; this time from Sydney to Brisbane which is our last Australian stop. The trains and planes were uneventful if not expensive. It seems that in Australia it costs around $15 to get downtown from the airport no matter which city you’re flying into. In Sydney and Brisbane the trains run out to the airport and the process is pretty easy. Melbourne and Cairns has bus service and it’s a bit tougher and requires some pre-arrangement – hence all the cab travel there.

Anyhow, Brisbane is quite different than the other three cities we’ve traveled to in that it doesn’t seem to be a tourist spot. Aside from the train from the airport things have been noticeably cheaper and the pace much less frenetic. It seems to be a sleepy Midwestern city to the vibrant Sydney and Melbourne which both have a much busier feel. It probably has a lot to do with all the tourists heading south to the Gold Coast and Surfers Paradise rather than staying in Brisbane proper.

After settling in at our swank hotel The Portal, we took a late afternoon/early evening stroll. Since it is only spring here, the sun sets early so it’s dark by 5:30 or 6. We first strolled along the Brisbane River along a walkway that was quite popular with joggers and bikers and had lots of little cafes and bars along the way. We ended up eating at a place called The Verve which was a new age-y Italian place in the basement of some office building. It was actually quite nice and cozy with all exposed brick and dark lighting. The food was great, we hadn’t had food this good since that Mexican place in Melbourne, and it may have even been better than that! I had a chicken and bleu cheese risotto and Kirsten had a chicken and goat cheese gnocchi. Excellent. It also may have been the cheapest meal we’ve eaten this whole time that wasn’t fast food. Australia has a minimum wage of about $15/hour and it really drives the prices up in the service industry. But you can’t complain too much because at least the workers are actually making a living wage.

Then we walked outside and got across the street before the sky opened up without warning and began raining in a torrential fashion so we ducked into a Belgian Beer Garden to keep dry. This was a very nice bar, quite affordable, and very spacious. After a beer apiece and after the rain had passed we continued walking down to the historic end of Brisbane. As I walked past the old parliamentary buildings and rowhouses I got to wondering how much of this was around when my Grandpa spent time here during World War II. Something to ask him when I get home.

At one point we left downtown and walked onto a university campus that wasn’t on our maps, but directly across from the campus was the botanical gardens. Now, because it’s well after dark at this point we got treated to some nocturnal life that seemed completely uninteresting to all the students leaving their night classes but was very interesting to us. We first saw some sort of marsupial climbing around on the trees with a youngster attached to her back. She eventually made her way down to the ground and walked along the path completely oblivious to the college students who were likewise oblivious to her. Basically I think we saw the Australian equivalent of a squirrel. But it was exciting! [update: later we discovered that these were possums - which are not the same as American opossums.]

But even better than that, the botanical gardens also has a LOT of flying foxes. We stood under the trees watching them flapping around from limb to limb and out over the park, squawking at each other, and generally being exciting to us (again, the college students didn’t care) for at least a half hour. Flying foxes are the world’s largest bats and as the name implies they look remarkably similar to foxes with reddish fur on their heads and distinctly canine faces and their wingspans looked like they were around five feet. They eat fruit and see quite well because they don’t rely on echolocation. It was amazing watching them fly overhead because they’re SO big and watching as they crashed into the trees as they landed because they’re SO big! Graceful and birdlike they are not but they are ridiculously cute and I want one.

So that was all very very exciting to us and we walked back to The Portal and found that we had paid the price as our shoes were just caked with bat poop. So we washed our shoes off and cleaned out our treads with a q-tip and ended up plugging up the sink with poop which we had to clear out and dump into the toilet. There are still lots of little undigested seeds all over the bathroom that just sort of went everywhere. Maybe now I don’t want one so bad. Perhaps just a plush toy version would suffice.

Day 10: Road Weary

Well it happened one day earlier than we wanted it to. We were hoping that tomorrow would be the resting day. We would arrive in Brisbane in the early afternoon and have the rest of the day to vegetate and rest up but we didn’t make it.

The morning started productively enough with some laundry being done for the second half of the trip and then we headed off to Luna Park to ride the rides we didn’t get to do last night. This time we took the train over the Harbor Bridge rather than walking it and it was much faster.

Luna Park was fun. The views of the bridge, the opera house, and the skyline are great and the atmosphere is really wonderful. It’s a great caricature of the Coney Island of old which it was always emulating. We rode the Wild Mouse first, my 211th and Kirsten’s 95th. It was fun and one of only a few left in the world that are made of wood. The cars were placed high up on their suspensions and would tilt outward a little on each hairpin curve but aside from that it was a pretty standard wild mouse. From there we went into their funhouse appropriately named Coney Island. In it they had the usual funhouse gags like a mirror maze, shifting floors, a rotating barrel, and some very steep slides that you rode down on in a sack. They also had a social mixer, or a joy wheel which basically acts as a centrifuge and riders sit on the wheel and the wheel rotates at greater and greater speeds and throws riders off and into the padded walls that ring the wheel until there is only one left. I’m not sure what usual operations are like but kids had taken over on this one today and we didn’t dare try to bully our fat American selves onto it. I’ve seen videos of them running with adults on them though and they look like a rough and tumble (and completely fun) time.

We also rode the ferris wheel with a twerpy little kid who ran ahead of us as we were getting onto the gondola and jumped in. The ride operators were as befuddled as we were but sent the three of us along even though we made it clear that he was not our child. Kirsten was annoyed and I just ignored him. He just ignored us too and instead shouted down to his PaPAA! PaPAA! The entire ride. I don’t know if they necessarily knew he was up there either.

After Luna we took the ferry back to Circular Quay and that’s when we unraveled. We poked around in the Rocks some more with every intention of heading back to the Quay and catching one of the ferries that left for Manly Beach and walking around in the Botanical Gardens looking for the flying foxes. We even canceled our dinner reservations for a steak place that night after getting hamburgers and deciding we needed a break from eating out. So instead of doing all of that and getting a feel for Sydney outside of the downtown area we found a supermarket and bought a kangaroo steak and a bottle of wine and took it back to the hotel to cook in our kitchenette. The kangaroo is a little gamey and tastes very similar to venison. Good, but not the best steak I’ve had. Very tough though, you’re gonna need some jaw muscles to chew it up. Kirsten would like to note this may also be her fault since it was her first time cooking kangaroo and may not have done the best job but I think it turned out just fine.

Tomorrow we leave for Brisbane and what was supposed to be our resting day. We’ll see if we stick to that or if we find something to do while we’re there. We definitely have to surrender to Greater Sydney though; we’ll have to save any outer activities for a different visit far in the future.

Day 8: North to South

Not a whole lot to report here from Sydney. Today was a travel day and in the order that we did things, here we go:

Woke up, Kirsten is feeling almost recovered.

Walked down to the beach for one last opportunity to soak it all in before we take the Greyhound back to Cairns.

Riding in the greyhound I had my forehead pressed against the window hoping for a glimpse of the elusive cassowary and just as we were leaving the state park that surrounds Mission Beach I saw one walking along a path leading into the forest! It was very pretty and exciting! I clapped my hands.

I also saw an emu standing in someone’s driveway.

Cairns is a tourist trap and we’re glad we didn’t stay there. My ravioli at Pasta Fasta was pretty good though but I burned the heck out of my tongue on Kirsten’s soup. And the nice European lady at the Didgeridoo Hut showed me how to play a Didge. The circular breathing is very tough. But yeah, Cairns is like Miami.

Burger King tastes a little better here than back in the states. Although here he has been stripped of his royalty and is known as Hungry Jack. Who knew that the Burger King’s name was Jack. King Jack to us Americans!

Virgin Blue is only mildly better than Jet Star. Nothing at all like Virgin Atlantic.

We’re glad to be in Sydney, it’s hilly! We will do laundry here and many other fun things, starting tomorrow.

Day 7: My Solo Voyage

Sometime between the excitement of the reef and this morning, Kirsten came down with some sort of stomach bug that had her unable to participate in today’s rafting. Fortunately it was probably the choice day to get sick as the rafting, while very cool, paled in comparison to the reef or even to the Road tour a few days ago.

So I set off on my own to join Raging Thunder’s Xtreme Team of morning rafters on the Tully River. The guidebooks say that it’s the best guided rafting in Australia and possibly the southern hemisphere. They also all consistently said that the Xtreme tour was worth the extra few dollars as you are able to get ahead of the rest of the tour groups and get to participate in a few side activities. More on that later. Once again I was the token American, although there was a solo Canadian from Vancouver also on the Xtreme tour. I didn’t get the nationalities of the other two rafts but mine consisted of two Frenchmen, two Aussies, myself, and our guide, Mauricio, a self-proclaimed Patagonian. In my ignorance I don’t recall which part of South America that’s in, Chile or Argentina. Something to look up when I get home.

The bus ride out to the launching point was a trifle alarming. The guides put on a ruse about how they were the worst rafters and that’s why they were put in charge of the Xtreme team, because they were so bad (and dangerous). That’s fine, I can go for that kind of ghost story around the campfire stuff, but when they started talking about the saltwater crocodiles, I started to get some apprehension going. They pointed out the warning signs posted along the road warning about estuarine crocodiles being present and said that while they had only seen them a handful of times, they did seem attracted to the rafts and new exactly how to flip them over. Moreover, they didn’t have a plan on how to deal with them other than not to be the last person to shore. Ha. That’s a riot. Suddenly I was a little glad Kirsten was back at the hotel and I had to remind myself that if it was too dangerous, these guys wouldn’t be doing it.

I had been whitewater rafting before in Tennessee with my Dad and sister 14 years ago on the Ocoee River – the same river they used for the rafting competitions in the 1996 Olympics so naturally I would be comparing the two experiences. We got in our rafts and paddled around a bit and got familiar with Mauricio’s commands. Forward, Stop, Backpaddle were all pretty easy. We also mastered Hang On which meant grabbing the oh no ropes and ducking into the raft as well as the Jump Up and Down command which involved a lot of bouncing in place to get us over rocks that had beached us. The command instructing us to move around on the raft such as to the right or left or front or to squat down on the floor proved a little tougher but we managed.

Then we were off. The rapids came at a pretty relaxed pace with just a bit of paddling to get us into position for each one. The stretches in between were either placid pools or gentle rapids require no paddling. It was actually pretty relaxing compared to the furious paddling we were constantly doing on the Ocoee. It gave me ample time to enjoy the scenery. The river started out in a normal forest but descended into a rain forest. At times we were going through deep canyons that seemed to be hewn out of one solid black rock. I think I read somewhere that this was all basalt. Whatever kind of rock it was it was very impressive. The greenery was very pretty and impressive as it towered above us. We coasted along like this with a few points where the guides invited us to jump off boulders into deep pools and to shoot the rapids on our backs relying on our lifevests to keep us afloat. The first half concluded with a dip under a waterfall before we stopped for a hamburger and hot dog lunch on the banks. Australians like to eat their burgers with beets and carrots.

The second half of the day was similar to the first with the exception of a few water dragon sightings. They look like iguanas so anytime a city boy like myself sees a big ol lizard is pretty exciting! So it was a fun trip and the rain forest was stunning – even when it rained. All things considered though, I think I would have rather had a second day on the reef. Thankfully no crocodiles were seen.

Later that evening when I was out running errands for my sick wife I walked along the beach for a bit and saw some Bluebottles, or Portuguese Man-o-War jellyfish washed up. They are such a vivid shade of blue they look like party streamers attached to a tiny bubble of cling wrap. I’m glad we never went swimming as they have a very nasty sting.

Day 6: Cuttlefish, stingray, and shark, oh my!

Swimming at the Great Barrier Reef is like visiting a different planet.  Everything is perfectly normal until you put your eyes underwater.  One second you see the sky and the boat and other people on the boat and the next your eyeball to eyeballs with a school of fish.  And beyond that is another school.  And beyond that another.  And beyond that is the reef itself.  It was like being in the tank at the best aquarium in the world – although I suppose that is exactly what the ocean is.

We went with Calypso Diving which is a snorkeling and scuba outfit here in Mission Beach.  Since this is the low season we were only with 18 other people including the crew.  There was one other American couple from Chicago and the rest were German, Japanese, and Australian tourists and was pretty evenly split between the snorkelers and the scuba divers.  The reef is actually quite far out in the ocean and when we reached their selected location we could not see any land.  They gave us snorkelers a few instructions.  The best coral is over there, the best fish are over there.  Don’t go over there because that’s all dead coral.  Don’t go out to where the waves are (an impossible distance), and DON’T TOUCH ANYTHING!  Alright, now off you go.

So that’s how we came to find ourselves with our first shocking encounter with the invisible ocean world just underneath the surface.  We decided to check out the coral first since the tide was going out and Nigel, the instructor, said it can get tight over there.  Now we had heard from other sources that took reef tours that left from the regional capital of Cairns (pronounced “cans”) that when you snorkel the reef it is still a good 20-40 feet down and the only way you can get closer is to scuba dive.  That was not the case here.  The coral here was so shallow that we really had to flatten our bodies against the surface of the water to get by in some stretches.  Some people didn’t make it and came back to the boat with scratches from the coral which looks soft and fluffy but is actually razor sharp.  It went on and on for as far as we could see and we swam pretty far out from the boat.  And it’s so pretty!  We saw so many different varieties of coral and sponges and anemones and starfish and sea cucumbers and giant clams, as well as millions of tiny little reef fish and a cuttlefish.

After an hour or so out over the reef we swam back to the boat for a sandwich and pasta salad lunch provided by the outfit.  We ate, we swapped stories, we reapplied sunscreen, and then we jumped right back in.  This time we decided to go check out where the fish were which was along the reef wall as it descended into the lagoon we were calling base.  The lagoon itself was probably 60 feet deep and had a sandy bottom so there was a lot to see.  The fish over there were a lot bigger.  The funny thing was though that the bigger fish were more skittish and kept a wary eye on us as we swam by while the schools of smaller fish were very curious.  There were times when I would be completely enveloped in small fish, many of them peering into my goggles.  These were not your run of the mill, brainless goldfish!

Kirsten and I would drift apart and then come back together again before drifting off again.  It was during one of these apart phases where I watched a line of larger fish getting a tune-up from the little surgeonfish that clean off their dead scales and such.  Some were even allowing the fish to swim into their gills and their mouths!  I swam back to find Kirsten and we both burst excitedly into the air.

“I saw a shark!”

“I saw a. . . wait, what?”

“I saw a reef shark, it was like three feet long and it was just swimming by!”

“Awesome!”

“Yeah!  What’d you see?

“Um. . . some fish getting cleaned by other fish.”

“Oh that’s neat too.”

“Yeah.”

But then later I saw a huge stingray rise up from the lagoon floor and flap along until it found another resting spot where it promptly covered itself up with sand and disappeared.

It was an absolutely amazing day and I would do it again in a heartbeat.  The whitewater rafting has some big shoes to fill if it wants to keep up with the Great Ocean Road and the Great Barrier Reef!  We’ll give you the lowdown on Raging Thunder, tomorrow, same bat time same bat channel.  Sponsored by: Kellogg’s Nutri Grain cereal.  Once you try you won’t be able to live without it!  And by Vegemite, it’s like putting concentrated beer spread on your toast!  You’ll learn to like it, young whelp!

Day 5: It Gets Better

4:30 is just way too early. Not only is it an ungodly hour, it is too early for hot water, breakfast, and public transportation as well apparently. We were forced to take an early morning flight to Cairns in order to catch the Greyhound buses leaving for Mission Beach which is our next stop. This is ending up being an expensive day. Since the buses weren’t leaving we had to get a cab to the airport ($70) and our flight to Cairns was about Jet Star which despite its slick logo and attractive flight attendants, is the same as the nickel and diming Spirit Airlines in the US.

My tone is cranky because we were told at the gate that our backpacks were too large to fit in the overhead bins and we would be charged $80 each to check them. Nice. I could fit one of these many three year old children whose parents are allowing them to run up and down the aisles playing tag or something while we are in midair into the overhead bins with no problem. Every five or ten minutes or so one of them trips and faceplants and then screaming ensues. After that the cycle begins again. Nevermind the five dollar drink, when do we land!?

Okay so we landed and disembarked through the very strange Cairns airport campus. The building containing the jetways was separate from the building where the passengers wait which is separate from the arrivals hall which is separate from the baggage claim. And by separate I mean we had to go outside and walk around on pathways. Welcome to the University of Cairns International Airport! But once we got our bags and caught our taxi to the center of Cairns and were seated aboard the Greyhound bus I finally felt the grumpiness start to lift. And after an hour and a half of driving through corn and banana farms (yeah I didn’t know they could co-exist either) we arrived at Mission Beach.

Mission Beach is, as advertised, a very sleepy little beach town. Actually a lot sleepier and rural than we were expecting. We were kind of expecting a little beach town nestled on a few blocks between the beach and the rainforest sort of like what can be found on the Lake Michigan coast (minus the rainforest) or even like the coastal towns we drove through yesterday. Mission Beach is much more rural – more like what I imagine coastal Maine would be like – as in, there isn’t hardly anyone there! But no matter, we went and checked into our hotel, the aging but beautiful Mission Beach Resort that is a throwback to the Motor Lodges of the 1950s. Our room opens up into a private patio on a grassy common area with a natural rock swimming pool/hot tub as a centerpiece. Coconut palms are everywhere!

After getting settled and doing some grocery shopping we walked down to the beach which was a little bit of a hike but not bad at all and it was through a quiet neighborhood. The beach is tremendous. It stretches in both directions as far as you can see and there are maybe 20 people in sight. The water is warmer than the air which is breezy, the waves are gentle. Bali Hai is off across the bay in the distance. Actually it’s called Dunk Island but when I first saw it I immediately thought of the musical, South Pacific. Bali Hai, my special island. . . .

We walked along the beach barefoot through the gentle surf until we reached the next little neighborhood where we got dinner at some Greek/Malaysian place that was just alright. But the people were very friendly and there was a cat named Sookie who kept us company while we waited.

There are also a lot of birds here! The owner of the restaurant pointed out to us the butcher birds that were making a huge racket. We heard something that sounded like a monkey laughing. I think it’s a laughing kookaburra because I just love to say “kookaburra.” We also saw what looked like a curlew? Gonna have to check the books on that one. No cassowaries yet though even though we are apparently in the thick of their habitat, which is exciting since they are supposedly more rare than giant pandas or Bengal tigers. We’ll keep our eyes peeled.

A great finish to a stinky beginning. I guess that evens out to a good day, right? So tomorrow, let’s see what this Great Barrier Reef is all about.

Day 3: I now know what lions and elephants really sound like.

I don’t remember the last time I slept 12 hours but we both did last night – minus a few excursions to the bathroom for each of us. We think the livers and kidneys were also recovering from the flight and seemed to be working overtime. Not a big deal for a regular hotel but when you have to put your clothes on and walk down the hall and in my case, go downstairs because the men’s rooms on this floor are under renovation, it is a hassle! But anyway, we rested up and now we only feel about three hours ahead of things rather than 14 hours behind. I don’t really know how that works but that’s where our internal clocks are right now.

Today we decided to go check out the Melbourne zoo and Luna Park. The zoo was great! Supposedly it is quite old but it looked more kept up than a lot of US zoos we’ve been to. The animal enclosures were well thought out as far as keeping the animals happy but providing plenty of opportunities to see them. The elephant exhibit for instance was set up in multiple fields that were connected to each other by these Jurassic Park style gates that crossed the pedestrian paths. We went mainly to see the Australian animals and were happy to see kangaroos (sleepy), emus (very social and walked right up to us), wombats (also sleepy), pelicans (they were enormous), and koalas (anti social). They had a great aviary and butterfly house that both afforded lots of up close encounters with the animals and a platypusary with a lone platypus swimming gaily around his darkened tank. Strange animals those platypi. Not only do they have the duckbill, but they’re also nocturnal, venomous, electric, and they lay eggs. (see photos here on our Flickr page)

The primate exhibits were really fantastic too with lots of space and lots of stuff to climb on. One thing we thought was peculiar though was the baboon habitat, they were living in what looked like an urban playground. They seemed pretty well adjusted though as did the aerial monkeys that lived up in the trees. The walkway through that was elevated to the canopy level so you could see the monkeys cavorting around. They had a similar elevated pathway over the Lion’s den that provided a good view of the lions.

Speaking of lions, the animals at the Melbourne Zoo were quite vocal. Normally when I go to zoos I just hear children screaming everywhere but here both the elephants and the lions got my attention from significant distances so much that I actually jumped. Sitting in your living room watching a nature show is no equivalent, lemme tell ya. The monkeys also had quite a bit too say as well as did the birds.

Using vocal birds as a segue, let me say that the seagulls here are exactly like the ones in Finding Nemo, except for the ability to say “mine.” The seagulls back home are sweethearts with angelic voices compared to these flying devils. We ate lunch at the zoo café which only had outdoor seating. Even though we weren’t giving them any food we had quite a crowd around us squawking at us and some would hover uncomfortably near our faces as we ate. If they were just a bit bolder they probably would have tried to snatch the food out of our hands as we brought it to our mouths.

The next stop was Luna Park in the suburb of St. Kilda which was right on the coast. We didn’t spend any time down on the beach since it was quite cold here today but the area around was very cool. The park itself was small and a little grungy but the 1912 Scenic Railway (coaster number 209 for me and 94 for Kirsten) was worth the trip out. It was definitely built for smaller people though as we had zero leg room and maybe half of our behinds were actually on the seats. The train is also unique in that a brakeman has to ride along in the middle of the train and pull back on a big lever so that the train and passengers safely navigate the turns and the crests of the hills. It’s one of only a handful left in the world. Their other roller coaster, Metropolis, was fun and number 210 for me and that’s about it.

For dinner we went to a Mexican restaurant (strange, I know) in St. Kilda called Blue Corn but Kirsten has a finely tuned restaurant sixth sense and can pick out absurdly delicious places in the least expected of places so I went along. And it was delicious (crazy, I know)! We stopped in a bar along the way back to the train and got a beer. Just one though because the fine for public drunkenness in these parts is $13,000 and is heavily advertised via PSAs. I would rather buy a car, thank you.

Back at the hotel by eight though, we have a very early morning and long day ahead of us tomorrow.

Day 2: Melbourne Mosey

For the sake of convenience we’re saying that Day 2 starts when we landed at Melbourne.  We plodded through customs slowly but surely, without any problems, and caught the skybus into town.  The bus dropped us off at the Southern Cross railway station which was pretty cool.  From here we took the subway to our first hotel The Claremont Guest House out in the “suburb” of South Yarra.  It seems that in this part of the world they call the different neighborhoods suburbs.  I haven’t quite figured out where Melbourne proper ends and the American type suburbs begin. 

That’s the other thing, so far Melbourne seems to have a lot more in common with Toronto than London.  If it weren’t for the palm trees, the left hand driving, and the accents I would have thought I took a very long flight to Ontario.  Not that we’re complaining, we love Ontario.  It’s just that there has been no culture shock at all.  We’re quite at home here. . . except the left hand driving.

Anyhow, the hotel is quaint.  It’s very old and hostel-ey and the room is tiny with a hardwood floor, a bed and very little else.  The bathrooms are communal and we have to turn in the key when we leave.  But they serve breakfast and the location is pretty great.  The neighborhood seems pretty fun and the trains and trolleys, which they call trams, stop right outside.

We spent the afternoon wandering around the downtown area.  We had lunch at an Asian place called Krakatoa which was pretty good and had dinner at another Asian place called Chocolate Buddha which was even better.  It was situated in Federation Square which was a really cool urban space set right on the Yarra River bank.  We also saw a lot of other sights downtown such as St. Patrick’s Cathedral and the Melbourne Museum but did not get to go inside them due to closures or crowds.  We did have fun walking through the Victorian shopping arcades that criss-cross the downtown streets.  Some of them were very ornate and beautiful.

So far we really like Melbourne and are looking forward to the next day but for now we are back at the hotel ready to call it a night.

Pictures to follow tomorrow, we're too tired to do any more uploading!

Day 1: Flying Forever and Ever

5pm EDT

There is something wrong with this picture:  Kyle’s carry on is bursting at the seams and weighs a metric ton while his actual checked luggage is half full and tips the scales at under ten pounds.  We’ve brought a lot with us to keep us occupied for the impending 20 hour flight.  Perhaps too much?

The trip out to JFK wasn’t eventful aside from a VERY full A train and a glut of confused tourists at the Airtrain station.  Terminal 7 is nice but small as seems to be the case at JFK.  Terminal 7 is one of the original 9 but has been recently renovated so it looks new and gleaming.  We’re really digging the retro collection of chairs they have accumulated in the airside waiting areas! They also paged someone named Christian Buns over the loudspeaker which is a great name.

Somewhere over Wichita

Man, 747s are big!  It really hit me when I was on the jetway looking at the size of the engines and the wing.  It’s no C-5 Galaxy but it’s certainly big!  The flight to Los Angeles went well.  We ended up sitting next to the same guy who deeply offended Kirsten at the McDonalds in Terminal 7 at JFK for not bussing his table (“Aussie culture” sez my Australian expert friend, Spuhler), pretty small world, right?  Anyway, we found that pretty funny and he was polite enough on the flight.  In fact I think we were probably annoying him watching the Australian television shows that are shown on demand in the Qantas seatback screens.  Everybody should check out Thank God You’re Here if you happen to be a Whose Line Is It Anyway fan.  I was laughing so hard that I was crying at times.

The meal was decent and there was plenty to eat.  Kirsten had the beef thing and I had the spinach cannelloni thing.  We also had a Greek salad, cheese and crackers, and carrot cake.  I also had some wine with my meal.  I also went back for a beer on my bathroom break (yes, first time using a bathroom in a plane!  They’re so small and efficient!).  They gave me a choice between a few Australian beers and a Heineken.  I tried something called James Squire which was good but made me gassy.  I won’t get it again on a flight.  Burping loudly is fun and all but the tail end of a 747 is no place for things that are that fun.

10:30 PDT

So this is also my first time in California as I’m writing from our layover in LAX.  The landing was pretty cool as the lights of LA go on forever until they hit the mountains which are dark except for the wildfires that are blazing in areas.  They’re really bright!  We were quite surprised how big and bright they were.

The terminal here is so bland.  I used to think that Atlanta was a bland airport but LAX is blander.  It’s Blandy McBlanderson Blanding his Blander with a Blandifier if you get my drift.

Somewhere over the Pacific

Alright, this is the longest night ever.  We took off from Los Angeles hours ago and I’ve even been sleeping for some time and it’s still pitch black out.  Looking out the window I can see nothing but blackness and I’m reminded of Stephen King’s short story The Langoliers where somehow an airliner flies through a hole in the time continuum and find out what happens to the past.  Without giving away too many details, at the end of the story the plane is just flying through black nothingness.

But it isn’t quite nothing, as I stare out the window the stars start to come into focus and I can immediately pick out the southern cross.  It’s much smaller than I figured it would be but it still reminded me of that Crosby Stills and Nash (and Young?) song.

Earlier we were served dinner number two.  We had a choice of chicken or fish (Leslie Nielson had the lasagna).  I went with the salmon which was served in a japanese sort of way with soy sauce, rice, and scrambled eggs – yeah I don’t know either.  Afterwards I sipped on a glass of very heavy shiraz while I watched an Australian mockumentary called Kenny about the port-a-john industry.  I made it all the way through before nodding off which brings us to now.  And I’m going back to sleep.

Later

The sun finally caught up to us again at 4:00am Melbourne time and they began serving breakfast.  Spinach quiche with ham, sausage, and tator tots, a mystery muffin that was quite good but we couldn’t figure out the flavor, and multiple mugs of tea and coffee.

Preparations Day 0

Welcome to our blog!

We are less than 18 hours until we make (con)trails for Australia for our honeymoon! Now we aren't promising anything but we're going to try our darnedest to keep this thing updated with beautiful, sunny photos and flowery, expressive prose detailing all of our adventures and activities for all the friends and family back home.

The bags are packed except for essentials and the boarding passes are printed. The guidebooks are bookmarked or in Kirsten's case - dismembered to just the important bits. Kyle blames Rick Steves. We've got new swimsuits, backpacks, collapsable toothbrushes, and walking shoes that we've already broken in. Plenty of reading material and movies to watch. All that's left to do is load up the ipod and get a good night's sleep.

Then in the morning, Kyle will be off to abandon Bernie the Trusty Toyota in the wilds of Brooklyn where he won't need to be exercised once a week to avoid a ticket. Not to worry, I'll make sure he's in a spot with lots of other cars to play with. After that comes lunch and we will make our way to JFK.

See you all there.