Thursday, November 15, 2007

This is a woobigone in the sydney harbor aquarium. it has sharp teeth and a strong jaw that once it bites down on you, it doesnt let go until you saw its jaw apart. we swam with these guys at heron island. this is also what steve looked like at the end of the trip when he got tired of us and didnt get his coffee!!
Amanda taught us how to make banana boats in the fire while we camped at the bottom of cradle mountain. mcardle and i froze that night!! meet jacqube (jacob), he's czech and he followed us around on cradle mountain.
Look mom, Im in Sydney.

We climbed that mountain (Cradle Mountain) in tassie. I dont know how we made it considering how out of shape we all are, but we did it!!!!

see ya later bris-o

We just got back from tassie last night and early this morning I stroll into the library at the uni to use the internet one last time before New Zealand. I decide I should post on the blog, secretly hoping that I would be able to tell everyone about our trip before Steve. I dont know how he does it, Steve is always posting everything before me, leaving me with nothing to tell other than when we are playing soccer (which my mom seems to not appreciate). Tasmaina was awesome. We hiked a lot, went on a wine loop, got scared (at least Amanda and I were) at the old convict site of Port Arthur, and ended at the Cadbury factory where we ate too much chocolate. They didn't make the cadbury cream eggs here or the Australian bilbys. Australia is trying to move away from the easter bunny rabbit and make it the easter bilby because rabbits are an introduced species and are destroying the fragile Australian environment. --- im trying to figure out how to add pictures...doesn't look promising.

Sunset on Australia



Australia is a beautiful continent with more World Heritage locations within driving distance than I have been to in the United States (0). The people are extremely friendly - someone picked me up last night and saved me a forty minute walk to my homestay with all my bags from Tasmania. People (except the mean ferry driver) are always willing to chat and are pretty flexible with any requests you might have.

Loved my time in Australia - the beaches are pristine, the rainforests were something I've never seen, the mountains we hiked were memorable, the Great Barrier Reef was interesting and a once in a lifetime opportunity, ...

With that said, this is my final Australian blog. I've saved a couple comments critical and fake critical. We're off to New Zealand tomorrow. Despite reading The End of America: Letter of Warning to a Young Patriot by Naomi Wolf, I look forward to coming home and seeing you all. New Zealand will be incredible, but I look forward to the frantic lifestyle I lead in Hamburg and Schenectady. Internet will be intermittent, probably - so I will probably check it again on December 2. At some point, not today, I will write about Tasmania. Or maybe Amanda and Liz will and I will just add some pictures.

Where I've Been:

North Stradbroke Island
Heron Island
Fraser Island
Saddler Springs (outback)
New South Wales
Lamington National Park
Hobart, Cradle Mountain, and Lanceston Tasmania
Sydney
Yamba, New South Wales

Coffee

I guess the first criticism of Australia that comes to mind first is the politics that surround coffee. Australia, popularly, is a country of Steve Irwins, bush rangers, and people who drink Foster's. Basically, the Texans of the southern hemisphere. At the same time, I cannot, believe me I have tried tirelessly for the last three months, get a normal cup of coffee. Tim Hortons or Dunkin' Donuts would be fine. Decaf or regular is okay. They only offer cappuccino, late, mocha, expresso, etc. The closest they come is a flat white or an all black, which can best be compared to a weaker version of the cappuccino. The product is amazing; frothy, delicious, a perfect hazelnut color every time, a dash of cinnamon lays above the leaf meticulously drawn in the froth... it is good, weak, coffee, but sometimes we just need a double-double. I asked my host sister about this issue and I was trying to explain to her what coffee is and where I might get it - "You mean that shitty tar scraped off the bottom of the pot that Americans drink?"

"Yes. Exactly, I love that tar."

"We don't have that here. We do have a flat white, though."

The closets they have is the long black, which unfortunately tastes like sin. I don't know what it is, but it generally has coffee bean floaties ornating the surface, rather than something like a tree etched in the top of the foam.



What worries me is not that I can't get a good cup of coffee, but the cultural implications of not being able to get a "cup of joe." What did Steve Irwin order? How about the Crocodile Hunter? "Yes, please, I'll have a cafe late expresso with an irish creme booster shot, kay, thanks?" Right. Australian's are supposed to be tough - as George Bush puts it metaphorically, the U.S. is the sheriff and Australia is the deputy. Deputy's don't drink cappuccinos.

The other problem, exacerbated by our shitty American dollar lately, is the price. The cheapest "coffee" in recent memory was $3.00. I could supersize that twice in the United States. At the very least, their beer is competitive.

Lastly, this is not a grab and go type of deal. Take a number, grab a seat, and miss your train. Your coffee will be served fresh in five to fifteen minutes.

Racism

This isn't my biggest, headlining concern, because it is such an ugly subject to lead off a blog. I think the best way to describe Australia is the United States 35 years ago (1972). Bill Bryson in Down Under (In a Sunburnt Country in the United States) likens Australia outside metropolitan areas to the midwest of his childhood. There are three lenses that I have seen Australian's view the blacks through. 1. Disdain 2. Sympathetic disdain (poor helpless drunks) 3. Genuine concern for their situation, how they got there, and why. The third viewpoint is limited to the boundaries of University of Queensland faculty and Aboriginal people, so we might as well toss that one out.

The first and most common way of looking at them is a disdain for their "endless unused privileges." Aboriginal people have free education, free healthcare (all Australians have healthcare), and the ability to reclaim land lost in the European invasion. The problem is that schools and healthcare in the middle of the continent has been poor. In some cases students (black and white) have "radio schools" where they learn over the radio. Aboriginal health statistics are appalling. There rates of infant mortality, heart disease, blindness, diabetes, and their life expectancy (~55 years) seem to be a small step above a third world country. I've been told that this is a "genetic" problem, which explains away the disease and life expectancy. The truth is many of the Aboriginals that survived the cultural genocide of Australians don't always have good access to healthcare and their culture has been significantly disrupted. It's pretty common to see Aborigines parading around in the street in costume, playing the didgeridoo for tourist's coins. This was a culture that often obtained all of their resources in less than four hours per day - not the 7.5 hour workdays customary to white Australians. Australian's think that free secondary education is the answer to Aboriginal strife and they should be able to pull themselves up. I can't imagine trying to compete in college with a "radio education."

The other view of Aborigines is that they are alcoholics, which seems to be the case in some places. Alcoholism is a problem, but obviously was not a problem pre-settlement. This viewpoint usually finds Aborigines helpless and useless and puts it on them to solve their problems. "They need to take care of their alcoholism and take advantage of their intrinsic advantages." Looking at the way the average white Australian lives, they don't seem to be very put off by the poorly executed Aboriginal education and healthcare programs.

It isn't just Aboriginal people, though. The "Chinese are everywhere." At a restaurant the other day, we reserved a table and it was taken by a group of Asian students. We asked for another table and the waiter replied, "They do this all the time. They probably threw the reserved signs on the floor." He then proceeded to make them all move, despite our protests. It turned out that they had reserved a table, too.

Racism is more prevalent here than modern day Texas. I wouldn't be surprised to find terms like towel head, dirty Aboriginal, alcoholics, or blacks used in casual conversation about foreigners. This is a country that had an official "white Australia" immigration policy until 1970 or so. It still lasts. A couple weeks ago, the immigration minister cancelled the visas of a group of Africans who were from a country that was "not fitting in."

The one exception to this air of racism is in advertising Australia. Aborigines were featured in the Sydney Olympics and their practices often pointed out in National Parks. Australia loves to celebrate their 60,000 year heritage to tourists, but I think that is about it.

Debunking Environmentalism and Sports

Australian's pride themselves on their environmental prowess, but I'm not sure why. It seems like recycling is disregarded, even when convenient, and water use doesn't meet the state imposed restrictions. Maybe these people don't realize that they don't have an abundance of water. Or that global warming could have a large impact on their almost exclusive coastal inhabitants. Environmentalism is more glamourous than anything else - they'll buy the toilet paper with the tree frogs (made from recycled paper, I'm told) or buy a reuseable bag, but they don't use the bag, don't recycle, many have SUVs, despite living a suburban life, avoid convenient public transportation, have large water intensive gardens or lawns, and still leave the lights on! It's like a United States, but lacking water - they do have a lot of energy reserves, as well.

Sports is the other thing Australian's pride themselves on. Admittedly, they don't play sports (second highest obesity only to United States), they only watch and gamble. Australians could take the Melbourne Cup (horse race) day off without punishment. The race was like five minutes long. Some Australians are really into various rugby leagues, horse racing, but I haven't noticed the obsession that South America and Europe has with soccer, or US college and professional sports. I don't see hooligans or shirtless, painted fat men. Women's most popular sport is netball. I don't know what this is. As much as Australian's pride themselves as a sporting nation, this seems like a bit of a stretch. Australians have low participation rates and watching sports doesn't seem like a striking priority.

Food

Unfortunately for Australia they are a commonwealth of England and have decided to import English food. Meat pies are a fan favorite. They don't have catch up and salt and pepper go on everything. Lettuce and tomato (salad) on sandwiches is not automatic.

Chocolate is an obsession. I have never seen so many candy store (lolly shops) in my entire life. Australians are number fourteen for chocolate consumption according to the Cadbury Factory tour guide, eating about 5 kg per hear. The US is far behind this (we eat other garbage food). Snacks such as crackers, chips, fruit, seem to be replaced by chocolate in my homestay. My homestay brother eats chocolate for breakfast. Eek.

Australians also are constantly in a period of time called tea time, which has been rewarding. Every 20 minutes or so, class ends so that we can enjoy tea, coffee, and a light snack (toast, fruit, etc). Well, not really, but there is definitely morning and afternoon tea, which is common in just about every profession from what I am told. Our classrooms are stocked with all the tea time essentials: coffee, tea, and a mint for later. God bless Australia.


Time Warp

I left on the United States August 21 at 10:30 PM and arrived in Brisbane at 11:00AM in Brisbane on August 23. I will leave New Zealand on December 1 at 1:30 PM and arrive in Los Angeles at 10:25 AM on the same day. Finally, that lost Wednesday will be returned to me. I will be back in Buffalo at 10:57 on Saturday December 1.

While we're gone for the next couple weeks here is a riddle for everyone:

I have 12 coins. One weighs more or less than all the others (it is counterfeit). You have a balance scale. You can use the scale three times to find which coin is counterfeit and whether it weighs more or less than the other coins. How do you do it? Post in the comments section.

Wednesday, November 7, 2007

To Van Diemen's Land

So we're off to see the people with two heads, supposedly. Tasmanians are reputedly the Alabamians of the great land down under. It's the last night. Done with exams. Feels good. Grades? We'll see.

I posted a few blogs in October - Heron Island, Fraser, and Lamington - just click on the October tab. I wanted to keep it in some kind of order. My Heron Island blog is below Amanda's and much more boring.

We go to Sydney tomorrow (Thursday), then head to Tasmania until next Wednesday. Then it is off to New Zealand. We should be checking e-mail when we get back, but I'm not sure how easily we will be able to contact everyone after that...

okay okay ill post something

hellooooo
ive been hassled lately about not posting....maybe its because of my lack of internet in my 2 bedroom (with 3 people) apartment. we finally finished finals, maybe not successfully, but theyre done!! i went to melbourne with some people it was awesome. we visited a gaol (jail) where ned kelly was executed. we rented a kia minivan a took a drive down the great ocean road to the 12 apostles. it was beautiful!!! we also went tot the shrine of remembrance in memorial for the war veterans. we also went to a bar to watch the red sox WIN THE WORLD SERIES!!! now were off to sydney and tasmania (where everyone tells us the people have 2 heads).

Tuesday, November 6, 2007

Why Hello


The so-called Marmots - Liz and Amanda atop a sand dune in their dashing (and matching) green jackets.

Just so that everyone at home can see proof that we do attend class. All the moms and dads can rest assured that their money being spent on an education, not a vacation.

Seductive? Charming? You pick the word that best describes this shot of Amanda...
Steve checking out Amanda, though you can hardly blame him

Liz off in the deeps snorkeling

Steve insisted that Amanda take this picture of him. It turned out so cool thanks to her incredible photography skills

Amanda in search of where the giant sea turtles hide

Strolling down the beach after a swim in Lake McKenzie, Fraser Island



There is a person inside that hole for scale.






The Brisbane night life is, er, interesting.



Goodness sakes, we all have been so terribly busy these last few...days? weeks? Who knows, it all seems to run together, especially considering the lack of sleep due to studying for finals and writing final papers. Glad to have it all over in done with in just one days time. Tomorrow we all sit through our final exam, geology, and then off on more adventures. Haven't really updated on our past trips yet, and I am not going to start now. Instead, I am going to post a mess of pictures. It will give you a general idea of what is happening here. Steve hit most of the highlights in his blog below. Just thought it needed some pictures to further explain the words. Really, it is a photo gallery of the three of us and lacks any real picturesque views or anything like that. Just letting you all at home know that we are alive and kickin.

Monday, November 5, 2007

Quick Update on Liz and Amanda

I'm waiting for Union to send me my password so that I can see what classes I'm in before I leave campus. It's taking awhile, so I thought I'd put up an update about Liz and Amanda. Luckily, they don't read my long boring posts so I have free range. No one is commenting on the blogs anymore. People, Liz doesn't know how to access e-mail - comments and blog posts are her only communication with the outside world. She misses your comments about our plans to play soccer. I guess I should put up a disclaimer that a lot of this post is sarcastic or completely untrue.

We have three tests down, one to go. After missing the question on the Australian Studies examination, I can now tell you that the most popular women's sport in Australia is a sport called netball. It's like basketball, but without the fun. We just finished a paper on Australian culture, which has been a miserable experience for us all. Australia doesn't have culture (don't tell them, it is a sensitive subject). No - I'm kidding, kind of - but one of the themes in class was the importation of culture from other places and Australia's cultural cringe. My research was on Mark Oliphant - an Australian nuclear physicist who helped enrich uranium for the atomic bomb; later, he became a prominent non-proliferation advocate. Interestingly, Australia is deciding whether to export uranium in this election cycle. Liz rocked the Terrestrial Mid-Term, receiving the highest grade. Who would have thought randomly answering multiple choice questions could be such an effective strategy? Amanda has been doing really well, too. She is probably copying off Liz.

Matt Smith (Ozone Alumni 2007) is sending absolutely hilarious e-mails, which I have been reading and replying to instead of studying. He has this tendency to leave riddles, too, which keep me procrastinating. After the geology final tomorrow, I'm going to try to put up a couple blog posts about Heron and Fraser. I've also decided that I will sit down tomorrow and figure out what to do with my life come June. Probably won't figure it out, but I'll see what options I have.

Over the last week Amanda and Liz have developed weird habits. Amanda runs around lying about her dingo attack (Mrs. Kern - Amanda is safe, no matter what she might tell you) and about how well she drives manual transmissions. She even offered to teach Brandon McArdle how to drive stick. I can't think of a less qualified teacher or a less mechanically inclined student. "Put in the clutch" would likely be followed by the passenger window rolling down. As for the dingo attack, my attempts to dispel this myth are usually met with violence or fabricated evidence. "Look at the dingo tracks." "Those are people footprints, Amanda..." Liz, on the other hand, is a completely different story. Because of the lack of comments from her friends and family she has slowly slipped into a state of disrepair, walking around with her head down and uttering gibberish. She tells us she speaks the Aboriginal language Koori, but unfortunately the language became largely extinct decades ago. We will have to pray that Liz learns to access e-mail or that her family sends messages to this blog before she goes completely nuts.

In all, we are stressing, but slowly been getting plans together for Tasmania. Despite the quick pace of exams, we're all having a good time. One exam left...