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Everything comes to a close.  Even this trip, and therefore, I suppose, this blog.  I mean, I could keep on writing about all the excitement involved in moving back to New York City, finding an apartment, and then working in an office every day.  I could turn my irreverent prose to the task of electrifying you by describing my morning commute — but you probably don’t want to read that.  If you do, there’s American Splendor, which does a much better job anyway.

Of course, seeing as the last time I moved to New York I was screwed on 2 apartment deposits, arrested for riding my bike, lived with a prostitute, had the roof of my bedroom leak all over my bed, moved 3 times and lived entirely nocturnally… all within the first 6 months… it might actually be a lot of fun.  Hell, I was part of one of history’s largest bankruptcies at the time too!  And that was 4 years ago, waaaaay before everyone else started doing it!

Actually, I rather hope the next 6 months will be less exciting.  I am keen to avoid things being “interesting” in the Chinese sorta way.

The picture above is of my beloved hometown of Manchester, New Hampshire.  I arrived back in the old mill town on Monday aboard the Chinatown bus.  This, interestingly, smelled more strongly of urine than the buses in China.  I’ll be here for a bit to see family and to enjoy the beautiful NH summertime.  Everyone around me won’t stop talking about how amazingly hot it is.  I am finding the 80 degree temperatures quite cool, having been in Shanghai at over 40 degrees C just a few weeks ago.

Now, let’s do some statistics!

On this trip, I travelled on:

16 airplanes with 11 airlines (and no Frequent Flyer Mile memberships), innumerable trains from open seats in India to bullet trains in Japan, buses (in varying states of labelling and repair), cars, taxis, auto-rickshaw, bicycle, rickshaw, tram, shared pickup truck, sailboat, coracle, rowboat, motorlaunch, international ferry, donkey, elephant,2 camels, 1 yak, motorscooter, 3 bicycles (while avoiding cows in the road!), cable car, and a mountain ropeway.

I visited:

10 countries on 4 continents

Carrying:

2 backpacks, 6 T-shirts, 9 pairs of socks, 8 months’ worth of malaria pills, 2 credit cards (both of which got shut down for fraudulent activity), a pink umbrella, and a really really soggy passport.

And I didn’t get sick even once.  Go me.

I also met a bunch of new friends on my travels, who are great people.  I hope you come to visit sometime.

To all my readers, I hope you enjoyed this.  It was a lot of fun to write and to live — and if you buy me a beer, you’ll get to hear heaps of stories that never made the online edition!

Touchdown!

OK, so I’ve made it back into America.  I arrived this morning in Los Angeles, California.  While California is no longer fiscally solvent, it is still (I think) part of the USA.  So I’m back on home soil!

I was a bit surprised on arrival too.  I got the joys of being asked by Immigration to step aside, as “thaty have some questions for you”.  GREAT.  Expecting some inane and unfriendly drill, I was pleased to find the people involved actualy quite pleasant.  I’ll be here a couple days.

The Grand Finale

Like all good trips, this one included a blowout rock show.  The final piece de resistance for the great 2009 Tadhog Walkabout took place right back in my old haunts – Ibaraki, Japan.  As planned, I made it out here to see friends and to ROCK OUT.  The Rock In Japan Festival 2009 proved to be a more than adequate opportunity to do both.  I was able to round up a bunch of my good friends from my time here in Mito (I used to live here about 4 years ago), and charge headlong into the gigantic festival.

Rock in Japan is one of the biggest annual rock n roll events in Japan, covering 3 days with about a bazillion bands — all of them Japanese rock acts.  About 50,000 people attend each day.  I’ve been to many shows in many countries all over the world, and this is still one of my favorites.  The bands are really good.  The sound quality is surprisingly good.  The atmosphere is festive.  Yet, being a Japanese rock festival (unlike, say an American one), it’s very clean and well organized.  All the bands start exactly on time.  How many rock shows have you been to have seen that?

The best part, though, is the audience.  The audience at Japanese rock shows are the best in the world.  Everybody gets into the show.  It doesn’t matter what the band is.  Everyone is jumping, dancing, and having a great time.  This is in sharp contrast to American audiences, where the majority at any show tend to be “too cool” to show any emotion.  Japanese shows instead have an atmosphere somewhere between a rock show, a sports event, and a religious revival tent.  The entire audience dances — more than occasionally in unison — and everyone is smiling and having fun.  Rock In Japan 2009 was no exception, with a long linup of amazing acts.  Here is an example of HY’s performance last year:

I have one more night here in Mito, and then I fly back to the USA via Los Angeles.  It’s been a lot of fun seeing my friends here, and I’m looking forward to seeing Kelly and Erin in LA!

Hisashiburi-ne?

Tokyo: I love this town.  It’s always exciting, and a good time.  I had 3 points on my agenda here over the past 4 days:

1. See friends

2. Eat Ramen

3. Go to Bar Tram

I’ll get to the friends part later, as that is probably less exciting for most readers.

The ramen part, however, was epic.  I mean, it was freakin’ ridiculous.  I had heard via the internets about Ramen Jiro, a small chain of Tokyo ramen shops with an almost religious following for its tonkotsu-style (that’s pork bone broth) ramen.  I had to try it.

I should have gotten the small.  The blog TOLD me to get the small.  It said to take it easy at first, but I followed the lead of the guy next to me, and ordered it with everything.  That was also a mistake.  See, this is probably the most enormous bowl of noodles I’ve ever seen — and I’ve seen a LOT of noodles in my day.  Add to that some huge chunks of stewed pork, and a broth of extremely velvety pork fat, and well, you get the idea.  But it was sooooo good.  The way you can recognize a Ramen Jiro shop is by the big yellow sign (most of which I can’t read), and the long line of men waiting to get in.  There is always a line at Ramen Jiro.  It’s that good.  Once you get in and get served at the counter, there is absolutely no talking.  This place is serious business.  It’s also well worth the trip, though I think that my stomach will thank me not to go back again.

Then it was on to point three: Bar Tram.  Basically, last November I was in my local pub, The Gate, when this Japanese guy walked in, ordered a beer, and promptly fell asleep in his stool.  So, I couldn’t resist walking up to him, and using some of my limited Japanese on him.  Most people don’t expect to hear Japanese outside Japan.  We got chatting.  He’s a bar owner in Ebisu, Tokyo.  So, he gave me his card, and I said I’d drop by.  Using the minor details of the address on the card, I weaved my way through the narrow alleyways of Ebisu and finally found it.  And damn, is it a fine bar.  It now rates in my unofficial (and actually not-yet-enumerated) Top Ten List of bars.  Great atmosphere, great music, cool people, and something very hard to find – a great single malt list.  I met a local guy who had randomly run into Patty Smith that morning… in the fish market.  Apparently he was buying his daily fish, and there she was!  I got invited to some gallery openings.  It was pretty cool.

And then, the mode switch happened: my trip is over.  Well, sorta.  See, for 6 months I’ve been travelling, seeing new places and meeting new people.  When I hit Tokyo, it’s now time to see old friends.  I’ve met up with my old coworkers David, Ayako, and Yukiko, as well as some former students, Kaori and Takehiko.  Today I head up to my old stomping grounds of Mito to see heaps of friends up there, and to go the the Rock in Japan Festival.  Woohoo!  (for a fun time, check out some of the names of bands that are playing, such as “The Chef Cooks Me” or “Overground Acoustic Underground”)

Wednesday, I fly to LA to see friends there, and then it’s back to New York on Friday.  Whew!

Oh, Japan…

First of all, there are new pictures!

So, my first three nights in Japan, I stayed in some odd accomodations.  The room smelled.  They made me sleep on the floor.  All the food was vegetarian, and most of it was cold.  I had to take my bath between 5pm and 9pm, and I sometimes had to share the tub with some other dudes.  They locked the doors at 10pm, and I was expected to be dressed and downstairs by 6am.

And I paid $100 a night for the privelege.

It was totally worth it.

See, I spent my first 3 nights in a shukubo, high atop Koya-san, a sacred mountain in Wakayama prefecture.  Shukubo are special temple lodgings, run by Buddhist monks.  They are structured similarly to a traditional Japanese inn, but they only serve shojin ryori (a special vegetarian cuisine for Japanese Buddhist monks) and the monks invite you to join them for prayers and meditation early in the morning.  I slept on the floor in a sweet-smelling fresh tatami room.  I had delicious food, and enjoyed a Japanese-style bath (you essentially shower then get into a near-boiling pool of water to soak for a while).  During the day, I wandered around the sacred mountain, which is filled with 1200-year-old temples, as well as the most awesome graveyard ever.  Plus, being at an elevation of 800 meters, I got to avoid the constant sweat-bath that you experience in Japan’s major cities during the summer.  Down on the plains of Japan, the humidity is typically over 90%, and the daytime temps in the 90’s (around 30C).  Up on the mountain, the temps were 5 degrees lower, and humidity nearly halved.  It was great.

Oku-no-in

Oku-no-in

That graveyard, right.  Oku-no-in is where the ancient Buddhist scholar, Kobo Daishi was buried in the early 9th century.  Er, rather, where he has been meditating since then.  Kobo Daishi brough the Shingon Pure Land school of Buddhism to Japan from China.  His followers believe that he went into meditation here, and is still here.  One day, he’ll wake up, and be the only person able to interpret the words of the Future Buddha.  So, anybody who’s anybody in Japanese Buddhism is buried here, essentially having a front row seat to this future event.  There are Tokugawas, Toyotomis, Basho, and more.  And believe me, with 1200 year-old, moss-covered headstones, small shrines, Buddhist statuary, a bit of mist and some really BIG frickin’ trees, this places gets creepy after dark.  Like, Japanese-horror-movie-where-little-girls-in-white-dresses-eat-your-innards-while-you-scream type creepy.

Next stop was high up in some other mountains.  The “Japan Alps” in Nagano Prefecture are some of my favorite mountains in the world.  So I went hiking there for a day, despite the rain.  There were some good sights, and gorgeous waterfalls.  Check the photos.  There were also onsen.  Onsen are one of the best things in Japan.  They are natural hot spring baths.  They help with the skin, and leave you smelling like rotten eggs.  And the hot water feels soooooo good.

After 2 days up in Nagano, I’ve now made it to Tokyo.  I have seen many of the things that I love about Japan, and have had a relaxing time.  I’m actually pretty impressed with the amount of Japanese I remember too!  Now I plunge into the tumult that is monstrous urban Tokyo.  This is a great town.  I also start my sort of post-trip “victory lap”.  From here on in, I’ll no longer be seeing much of anything new, but will instead be visiting heaps of friends — many of whom I haven’t seen in a while.  It should be loads of fun!

Plus Ca Change…

The more they stay the same.  Sorry for the huge delay in updates, but the Chinese Communist Party decided that my blog was too dangerous for Chinese eyes – so I was unable to access it while in China!  You can read all about it in my rant at www.stuffnobodylikes.com.  This morning I safelt arrived in Osaka, Japan – the last country on my journey.  It feels great to be here.  In this post, I’ll give you a quick rundown of what I did in China, and how it’s changed.

And my, how it has changed!!  I briefly visited China a few times back in 2004 and 2005.  I could see a lot of construction going on, and it was obvious that the country was on the move… but it’s still fascinating to see the changes firsthand.  Economically, China has been growing so fast that the average standard of living doubles in less than a decade.  So, 5 years is a lot of change here.  In my earlier trips, I visited Hong Kong, Macau, Shenzhen, Beijing, Shanghai, and Dalian.  This time, I briefly visited HK, Macau, and Shenzhen.  Then I rode a bike through the gorgeous limestone karst landscape of Yangshuo for a few days.  From there, I went up to Chongqing and floated down the Yangtze River for 3 days through the Three Gorges to Wuhan.  Finally, I spent a few days in Xi’an and Shanghai.

Below are 13 big changes I’ve noticed between 2005 and 2009.  Some differences may be because my earlier trips were only to big cities on the East Coast, but these observations include Shenzhen and Shanghai, which I visited before.  Of course, some things are expected, like China is noticeably more expensive (thanks falling dollar), but many of these surprised me.

1. Holy urban development, Batman!!

Pudong

Pudong

Travelling through Chinese cities is like shuttling from construction site to construction site.  Every city of any size (and you gotta be well over a million people to even get on a map in China!) is absolutely filled with highrises under construction.  Landscapes filled with enormous new buildings and developments stretch for miles and miles and miles.  There are also huge new roads, trainstations, and flyovers (so many flyovers!) that walking down the same street can change fundamentally several times in a year.  I’ve always known about this development, but still, to see it firsthand in places like Chingqing, Shenzhen, and Shanghai is really staggering.  Where once there were few shops, then scuzzy arcades in 2004, there are now super-flashy air-conditioned shopping malls and department stores.  Where there used to be narrow alleys, huge boulevards.  Where there used to be cramped train stations filled with pandemonium, there are now amazingly spacious ordered terminals.  Two of the most impressive examples are in Shanghai.  The old fashioned riverside, called The Bund, has a great promenade.  This is now currently a construction site.  You cannot stroll on it at all.  They’re building yet another freeway or something.  Meanwhile, to paraphrase my old buddy AJ, “Pudong is HUGE”.  Pudong is the “other side” of the river in Shanghai.  20 years ago, it was empty.  4 years ago, it was a mess of rubble and a few new buildings – including the Jin Mao Tower, which was just being built.  The Jin Mao was to be the tallest building in the world at the time.  Well, there is now a taller building RIGHT NEXT TO IT.  Amazing.  Of course, this has caused some loss of character, but it’s still an amazing sight.

2. I ask him, you speakah my language?

No vegemite sandwiches here, but yes, they now speak my language.  4 years ago, they didn’t.  Getting around China was really hard then – even in the big cities.  There were almost no signs in Romanized script (and I only know a few characters!.  Mearly nobody spoke ANY English.  Getting something as simple as a meal could be extremely intimidating – let alone a place to sleep!  Because of the language barrier, I expected China to be one of the toughest countries on my trip.  All that has changed.  There are tons of English signs, including on almost every street even in towns way out west.  Lots of people can speak some English too.  Hooray!

3. Spitting

Ask anyone who has been to China what they dislike the most, and spitting is likely way up at the top of the list.  Just 4 years ago, it seemed like the entire nation of 1.3 billion people would collectively cough up a lung every morning in the most vile pools of spitumen.  The worst part is that they would spit everywhere, on trains, in restaurants, on the street.  It was awful.  Today, there is still rather more spitting in public than one would see in the West, but it is greatly reduced.  Instead of hearing the deep chortling sound, followed by a spit about 4 times every hour (usually accompanied by some sniffling and snorting), I only saw it about once or twice a day.  I suppose that with all the public health campaigns after SARS, bird flu, and swince flu, things have gotten a little less mucousy in China.

4. Wait… people stand in line here?

When did that start?  I remember one of the toughest cultural changes my first time in China was the utter lack of queuing.  There was no “line”, and you really couldn’t get incensed about “cutting”.  Say you were in a convenience store or a train station ticket office.  There was just one huge mass of people elbowing each other to get to the window.  There was utterly no order, and it was very stressful.  Several times in 2009, though, I saw people waiting patiently in lines… how did that change?

5. Ou est Le Metro?

Subways are being built in a big way in China right now.  In Beijing in 2005, there were only 2 subway lines – and it was obvious they were built entirely for show sometime in the 60’s or 70’s.  They didn’t go anywhere that you wanted to go.  There was one line straight across the middle of town, and a sort of useless loop line.  Everything was dingy and old.  Shanghai had only just completed its second line, and it was so over capacity that you didn’t need to try to stand up – all the bodies around you held you up!  Beijing now apparently has 8 lines.  Shanghai has 9, and they’re roomy, fast, and clean.  Wuhan is building a Metro.  So is Xi’an.  And Yichang.  And Chongqing.  I mean, just about every city is in the process of opening one now.

6. Cooofffeee!!!

Getting coffee in China used to be difficult.  China is a tea country, and the tea there is absolutely wonderful – but I still like a good cup ‘a Joe in the morning.  The only coffee I could find in 2005 was at McDonald’s or KFC, with the very occaisional Starbucks.  As a result, I have probably spent more mornings in Chinese KFC’s and McD’s than in those establishments in all other countries combined.  Thank God this has changed.  And how!  Coffee, especially sweeted Italain mixes and local beans from Yunnan province, has become a fashionable drink (as it has worldwide).  There are now cafes everywhere.  They range from Starbucks to Starbucks knockoffs, to Japanese kissaten style places (a very comfortable home-like cafe with apolstered furniture, soft lighting, and special bean blends).  I even had what is likely one of the ten best cups of coffee ever in a youth hostel in Wuhan – a town known for factories and train yards, NOT cosmopolitanism.

7. The Death of Cafeterias

Back in 2004, I couldn’t read any signs or speak any Chinese.  Still can’t, really.  But I can point and gesture!!  That made cafeterias great places to eat.  There used to be tons of them near train stations, mostly full of people on their way to and from work.  You go in, there’s a steam table, you point at some stuff, grab a coke, and it all costs about $1.  Perfect.  I had no idea what I was eating, but Chinese food is tasty, so it didn’t matter much.  And the atmosphere was great!  These Dining Halls of the Proletariat had simple metal tables, neon lighting, and grizzled factory workers.  It was awesome.  These handy places seem to have disappeared.  In 3 weeks in China, in over 7 major cities, I only saw one.  Of course, there are now a lot more shopping mall food courts (which are quite good) and English menus then there used to be, so life is a little easier, but I miss the atmosphere of the cafeterias.  Shopping mall food courts are so bourgeois…

8. Fancy a Drink?

Drinking in China didn’t use to mean much.  Most people crowded into smoky late-night restaurants, gathered around a table and kicked back a few bottles of the local bland beer – or the vile rotgut known as bai-jo.  In the summer, there were some nice outdoor places to, but they were sort of an ad hoc collection of picnic tables and a guy with a portable fridge.  There were very few, if any, “bars” per se, and those were mostly in the expat neighborhoods.  That has changed.  A lot.  There are now heaps of very nice and impressively decorated bars, with great atmosphere and a drink selection all over China.  Many of them have ridiculous laser-lights flashing everywhere, making you almost blind, but some are extremely pleasant and pub-like.  I still like the picnic tables on a hot evening, but I’m impressed with the change.

9. Barbershops… Are Actual Barbershops.

This may sound strange, but not so long ago (like, less than 4 years ago), barbershops were brothels.  I’m sure that many of them were actual barbershops, but there were a lot of barbershops in 2004 that were open REALLY late and filled with girls lazing about.  This being China, and me being a foreign man (foreign = rich!) often walking around by myself, every time I walked anywhere near a barbershop I was accosted by a gaggle of prostitutes trying to get me to purchase their services.  It got to the point where I would walk on the other side of the street when I saw a barber pole ahead of me in Shanghai in 2005.  This time… none.  Every barber pole seemed to mark a place where someone was actually cutting another person’s hair!  No hassling!  I:m sure something must have happened where authorities cracked down or something, and the whores moved, but (ublike 4 years ago) I was not once approached by a prostitute this time around in China.  Even in Shenzhen, where they used to roam in gangs.

10. She Thinks My Tractor’s Sexy

Yup, imagine my surprise when that was the first song I heard walking into a shopping mall in China (in Shenzhen).  Western music is all over China these days, with many places playing all types of rock, blues, hip-hop and country from the States, Europe, and Japan.  There are also lots of Chinese acts playing in these sort of international styles, and it seems that heaps of bars have kids strumming guitars now.  Even 4 years ago, most music you heard was Chinese, with only the very very top foreign bands getting played.  Rock n Roll was basically banned for years because the party deemed it “too rebellious”.  Trains were filled with martial anthems about the greatness of New China.  Now music there seems rather more like, well, everywhere else.

11. Viva Macau!

Perhaps the most changed city I revisited was Macau.  Macau is a small town of half a million just across the bay from Hong Kong.  It was a Portuguese colony for over 400 years before returning to China in 1999, and is a “Special Administrative Zone” like Hong Kong.  In 2004, Macau was a sleepy, forgotten enclave with some nice old Portuguese style buildings and some stunning Sino-Portuguese type food.  The streets were quiet, the buildings were un-flashy, the people were relaxed.  The food and old churches are still there… but now so are HUGE casinoes.  Macau now has its own versions of Las Vegas’s MGM Grand, Wynn, Venetian, and other casinoes plopped right in the middle of it.  There are dazzling lights all night long, and huge floors of punters.  In true Vegas style, there are also huge luxury shopping malls designed like ersatz versions of other places.  The Venetian allows you to stroll the streets of old Venice on your way to the slots, complete with singing gondoliers and water canals.  Of course, these “streets” are all indoors and air-conditioned.  And lined with Prada and Bvlgari shops.

12. Doesn’t Anybody Want To Sell Me a Watch?!

One thing that always stood out to me about China was that everybody on the street kept offering me fake Rolexes.  I mean everyone.  Even construction workers on their way home!  And the most annoying part was that they wouldn’t take “no” for an answer.  Here was a typical such daily conversation from 2004:

Random Chinese Man: “Hello!  Rolex watch?”

Me: “No”

RCM: “Cartier watch?”

Me: “No, go away”

RCM: “You want lady?”

Me: “No!  F**k Off!”

RCM: (proceeds to make fun of me and eventually go away)

I was only offered a fake watch once in Shanghai this trip.  When I said no, the guy offered me hash instead.  When I said no, he went away.  The rest of the time, nobody bothered me with such crap!

13. Hands Off!

A lot of the above annoyances are typical in developing countries.  Perhaps their disappearance can be tied to greater affluence.  Maybe it’s because there are so many more tourists than there used to be.  Perhaps the government cracked down on such activity with the Olympics.  I don’t know.  But I do know that one specific China pet-peeve has nearly dissappeared – people grabbing me.  In other developing countries people try to beg, sell fake watches, protitutes, etc.  But they rarely physically touch you.  In China, they used to grab onto your arm and not let go.  You had to fight your way out, especially if haggling (there are a lot more fixed price shops than there used to be).  The only thing you could do was try to ignore the grabber and continue walking.  I’ve dragged begging kids down half a block, I’ve had 4 prostitutes grab onto my arms and shoulders at the same time, I’ve had cripples whack me with stumps.  I’ve only ever seen this in China.  This time… didn’t happen.  Not once.  It’s a nice change.

There is much else that has changed in this fast-moving country, and I’ve already spent waaaaaayyy too much time writing.  I gotta get out and see Japan!  I’m off to Koya-san today, then Nagano in a couple days.  I’ll keep you posted.  For the East Coast kids, I hit NYC August 7th.  I look forward to seeing you all.

Update!

It’s been a while since I wrote an entry.  I’ve got heaps to report, but I’ve been busy here in Hong Kong, and the internet connection here isn’t the best right now.  Suffice to say, it’s been great in Sydney, Macau, and HK, and that I will update you all on it soon.  Tomorrow morning I head into China proper, hoping to get a train from Shenzhen to Guilin.  Will update more soon!

Watch Out For Roos!!!

First of all, I’ve finally put up the last of my Tibet photos.  I’ve also added Thailand and a few from New Zealand and Australia.  Check them out!

I’m now in the Blue Mountains, which rise to the west of Sydney.  All I can say is that Australia is a BIG country.  I already knew that intellectually, but now I have physically seen it.  Tim and I spent the last 4 days in a spirited little Thrifty Car Rental Hyundai called a “Getz” travelling across the vast breadth of Western Victoria and Southern New South Wales.  Our route covered nearly 1,700 km from Melbourne, down the Great Ocean Road, up to the Grampians, on to Bendigo, Echuca, Deniliquin, Bathurst, and Katoomba all the way to Sydney.  Mind you, this is probably more driving than I have done in the past 3 years combined… and it was all on the wrong side of the road!

No worries though.  All the roads were 2 lanes wide, and Aussie drivers are only minorly insane when it comes to passing you with very little space.  Truth be told, much of the trip was pretty easy-going.  Once you get outside the cities, there ain’t much out there.  We went as far out as Echuca and Deniliquin — breezing through tiny 4-house towns (which were the biggest thing for endless miles around) and big empty sheep stations — and we weren’t even in the “outback” or “the big empty”.  This is a big place.

ute on a pole

"ute on a pole"

It’s all very scenic, and the Aussies are good fun.  After partying our socks off in Melbourne, we hit the Great Ocean Road, which is rather like California’s Pacific Coast Highway but with eucalyptus trees.  It’s equally stunning!  Then we went hiking in the Grampians, which are some REALLY OLD mountains.  The weathering on them makes it almost look like a big pile of rocks.  From there, it was through old gold mining towns, sheep stations, and truck stops.  We saw the “ute on a pole”, and a ton of spots that were robbed by the famous Ned Kelly.  It’s all very Old-West like, as much of this country was settled during the Gold Rush of 1851.

And in all this, we only covered a teeny tiny corner of this vast continent.  In all that driving, we definitely heard a lot of our CD’s several times.  Even the Meatloaf one…

Aside from driving on the wrong side of the road (and hence having the manual transmission to my left side), driving in Australia is fairly easy-going.  The one thing you have to watch out for, of course, is kangaroos!  At night they have a tendency to jump in front of cars, rather like deer in the Northeastern US.  The roads are littered with ‘roo roadkill.  You also gotta watch out for emus too, though they seem smart enough to give cars a wide berth.  Fortunately, at the end of a long drive, Tim and I could hit our local supermarket and check the meat case for some kangaroo.  Throw it on the barbie, and it’s actually quite nice.

Tomorrow we head into Sydney, the final destination down here.  Oh, and we hope to find some koala on the way!

I’m Batman

OK, not really.  But I am in Batman’s town right now.  John Batman, that is.  He sort of started the city of Melbourne, so there are street named after him all over the place.  And yes, it’s pronounced the same as the superhero.  I still think the idea of "Batman Avenue" is pretty cool.

Right, progress report.  Been here in the Antipodean epicenter for Swine Flu for a few days now.  Haven’t contracted a cough yet.  The city is really nice, and rated as one of the most liveable in the world.  Tim and I have met up with our buddy Sophia, who is a native.  She’s given us the full list of things to see and do, and properly scolded us for being… well, us.  We’ve toured the Victoria Parliament, Botanic Gardens (it’s actually exciting when the plants here are SO WEIRD), markets, shops, old buildings, cafes, bar etc.  We’ve even been to Luna Park, which is the Australian equivalent of Coney Island — complete with a giant clown head that wants to eat you.  We also found one of the best concept restaurants ever: totally devoted to:

1. veal/chicken/eggplant parmagiana

2. local microbrews

As the New Zealanders would say, "sweet as".

We left the bright lights of the city for the coast yesterday.  We hit up Tourquay, "the home of Australian surfing".  I showed Tim some basics, and we hit the waves, which were perfect for we beginners – long, rolling, about 4 feet high, and just the right frequency.  It was sunny and gorgeous – truly awesome.

Timmy swallowed a lot of saltwater.

Now we’re back in Melb for the weekend, we’ll see what adventure awaits!  Apparently, we might be able to crash an American themed costume party.  I’m going to go wearing my accent and see if that counts.

In the meantime, Timmy continues to urge me to "take the vegemite challenge" at breakfast.  I think this is a bad idea.

The National Religion

Rugby.

Last night, Tim and I finally got to see the major focus of the NZ national Religion: we went to a pub to watch the All Blacks play.  The All Blacks are the NZ national rugby team.  The entire nation worships them.  There are “All Blacks” shops in every town in the country.  I’ve seen ads for an All Blacks themed Monopoly game that sells for $80 NZD (that’s about $50 USD).  I’m sure it gets snapped right  up.  The international rugby union games are a national event.  On Saturday they played France.  I had to go see this.

You could tell it was game day, because suddenly the people of Auckland were wearing a lot more black. A LOT of black.  Black obviously being the team color.  Tim and I link up with a large crew of French people staying in the same hostel, and roll on don to the local pub.  The place is PACKED wall to wall.  And everyone is wearing black.  The game starts, and you can see the crowd in the stadium… all in black.  It’s as if the king has died and the whole country’s in mourning, there’s so much black.

But this is a festive event.  The pub cheers, the beer flows.  The Frenchmen with us sing proudly to La Marseillaise.  I begin to feel a little nervous standing next to them…

And then the haka starts.  The All Blacks doing the haka is clearly the most badass event in international sport.  It’s the traditional Maori greeting dance that is intended to scare the piss out of any opponent.  There’s loads of shouting, stomping, glaring, and slapping.  And then the game starts.

I’ve always thought rugby was one of the best spectator sports.  It’s 80 minutes of play where thy only stop for halftime and to remove bodies from the field.  There is blood.  There are rough tackles, surprise turnovers, and near-misses galore.  And, unlike football, the last 10 minute don’t take 3 hours to play: the clock doesn’t stop for out-of-bounds.  It really should be televised in the States at a reasonable hour (most games are European, so in the afternoon).

In a rough showing, the French won.  The nation was saddened, but not bitter.  There were probably a few overturned cars down in Dunedin, but they’re apparently nuts down there and do that every Saturday.  The Frenchmen in our presence were safe in Auckland.  People are very friendly in NZ, after all.

I think the most amusing place that you can see this is at rock shows.  I’ve seen a few, including one on Friday.  Every band’s stage presence is a bit amusing.  They’re all very very polite, and a bit shy.  It’s almost cute, really.  It’s certainly pleasant.

Anyhow, the time has come to leave.  I fly tomorrow for Melbourne, a town which, by all accounts, I will apparently really love.  We’ll then be driving up to Sydney, and hopefully not getting bitten by anything that will kill us.  In Australia, approximately all the animals have the ability to kill you, so this is no small feat.  Wish us luck!