August 12, 2007
It's Sunday here but really my Saturday. It's about 5pm here which means that it's midnight at home. A.Al and U.Shep keep telling me that I'm going to crash but i don't feel it yet. We'll see. Anyway, to pick up where I left off, yesterday when I got on the plane in Portland, I ended up sitting right next to the cute boy with whom I'd locked eyes in the waiting area. woohoo! But... then we didn't talk. ha ha.
Sad, but it was funny... what's it they say? Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery? hmmm... it's something like that. Well, I cracked my back and two seconds later, he did. I looked out the window, he copied. It was humorous. After awhile I'd look around for no reason just to see if he'd copy. And he would. So just when I got up the courage to start a conversation (mind you, this is like an hour into the flight) I saw he had on a wedding ring. Can't believe he'd managed to hide it for so long. Damn. Scratch that. So I never started the convo. Then as we were getting off teh plane he kept kind of looking back to check if I was still following. It was cute. But I had to stop and ask for directions so he lost me. Oh well.
So I find out that United is in Terminal 3. So I have to leave security to get to the other terminals. But things don't seem like they're marked that well. So I, of course, get lost. I find myself in the parking garage on the verge of tears and mumbling expletives under my breath. I turn around, say a prayer and make it to Terminal 3--though it takes me about ten minutes to walk there. It's HUGE! So I find the United desk and the man is very friendly, but his expression while looking up my info on the computer told me something was wrong... again. He says he can't check me in but takes me over to another agent. So my heart starts racing, almost panicking when she says, "okay, all we've got to do is check your e-visa. Yep. You're good to go." Thank God! She gave me directions to the International Terminal and I was on my way.
I got through security no big deal, though some poor woman with her babe in arms was put through the puffer. Her other child--about 3yo started screaming when it made the loud puffs... likely frightened for his mother's life. It's very traumatic, that machine. I find my way to the gate and still have about 15 minutes until I'll be boarding, so I go to get a sandwich (as I haven't eaten since around 2pm and it's now 10pm). But... I hear my name paged before I even have a chance to pay. So I put my food back and rush to the gate. They check my passport and tell me to take a seat--starving. I pop a dramamine and a "no-jet-lag" pill and wait patiently.
Finally it's my turn to board. So I get on the HUGE 747 and file all the way to the back. Row 57! Good luck! Then some girl asks me to switch so she can sit with her friend. Bummer. Row 56... not good luck. But good karma, maybe? Not sure about that cause the baby behind me kept kicking my seat this morning. Not cool. Anyway, the flight wasn't bad. They served a meal about an hour in. No vegetarian dishes--so I ate chicken I was that hungry. I don't really even regret it. It almost even tasted good.
Then they announce some lame Sci-Fi movie will be playing first then it'll be Premonition and Shrek 3 then some others I didn't recognize. I was excited for Premonition and Shrek 3. But halfway through the lame one I passed out. Missed both the good movies--figures. Oh well, at least I got some sleep. It was so interesting though, the number of languages and accents surrounding me. I felt so alone yet so excited. So we arrive at the Sydney airport about 14 hours after takeoff. Oh, but another cool thing is that every once in a while they'd show you the progress of the plane up on the big screen. How many miles we'd gone... where in relation to Cali, hawaii, or Australia the plane was. It was pretty neat.
Anyway, I got off the plane, peed, and got in line for customs. They took my almonds and threw them out. sad. but it was a quick process thank God. I came around the corner and A.Al and U.Shep were right there, easy to spot. She was holding an iced soy caramel macchiato. It was a beautiful sight. What's funny is when I took a first sip I could tell that they don't use silk soy milk. I think I drink too much starbucks. We got a taxi (driving on teh wrong side of teh road--weird). They took me to their hotel--gah! motel... hotel means pub here. I took a quick shower, we checked out and called a station wagon cab to take us down twon to the WorldMark. It's a good thing we got a station wagon; the back was full to he brim with luggage! We dropped off all the bags in my studio room on the 12th floor, rode the"lift" up. You have to put your key in this slot by the door to turn on the electricity in your room. It's pretty cool--energy efficient. We decided to go to the Rocks for breakfast. We walked a couple blocks and they had to explain that even when you're walking, you go on teh left. It's hard to get used to. Even the escalators are backwards.
We took the underground train--or subway (another thing to check off my "things-to-do-before-I-die" list/"Firsts" list) to Circular Quay (pronounced Key) where we ate breakfast. I had french toast with rhubarb apple sauce stuff. It was delicious. We all got a cup of coffee too. Apparently every cup of coffee is made singly. It was the best cup of coffee I've had in my life--no joke! After breakfast, we walked around the Rocks market--like the Saturday Market in Portland or Pike Place, but in Australia... so it's cooler. ha ha. I bought this beautiful necklace. Hooray, my first souvenir. Then we walked over and took pictures of teh Opera House from across Circular Quay. I kept saying I can't believe I'm seeing this in person. It's real! We then walked around the Quay to the Opera House. It's so magnificent! What a lame word. It's hard to describe... no words I can come up with do it justice. I had to walk up and touch it before I believed it. That sounds so silly but this is all so surreeal. The whole thing is tiled. It looks like a bathroom floor from close up. It's beautiful.
U.Shep wasn't feeling well so he went back to the motel. So A.Al and I crossed another first off my list and got some gelato. MMMM delish. Then we went and bought two tickets to Captain Cook's Cruise around Sydney Harbour. captain Cook "discovered" the harbor but passed it something like three times thinking it was nothing. We got off at Watson's bay and ate at a famous seafood restaurant called Doyle's. I ordered fish and chips for $40. Our total bill was $102. NUTS!!! I guess it's a once in a lifetime thing, eh? When we were done with lunch we took a little hike up a cement path to see the entrance from teh Pacific to Sydney Harbor. The water was the most electrifying teal. I can't believe it's winer here! It was about 21C which is (21x2=42+30=72-2=70) 70F. HOT! It's as hot as summer in Portland! We caught the next ferry with four tipsy 40something women (who were contagiously giggling the whole time) to Darling Harbour--a cute touristy/shopping area. There were ibis--like the egyptian heiroglyph--walking and flying around everywhere! they're like pigeons begging for bread. They're amazing creatures, though. Nothing like what we have here!!! We have such boring birds in comparison! Though I'm sure they think the same. We came upon theserows of huge photographs called Earth from Above. They were amazing, powerful, and moving. There was one called the tree of life. I think I'm going to go back and at least buy the postcard. There was one of the Twin Towers pre 9/11 and one of Indonesia post Tsunami. Breathtaking. After we looked at a couple of those, we found this aboriginal artwork store (one of many). I bought some postcards and a sweet bag with aboriginal art on it that I'll likely use for school.
We stopped at a buzzing starbucks to rest before going back to the motel. After waiting a good ten minutes for my coffee, i sad down. It felt fantastic to relieve my legs for a few minutes. Moments after sitting, I looked up to see a chickadee on the chair across from me. I didn't get my camera out in time, but It was only a few moments before he was back with a pigeon friend. It was refreshing and brought a smile to my face. On our walk back, we turned a corner and there was the huge tower thing--the Sydney version of teh Space needle, only bigger. It was framed perfectly by teh buildings only blocks away. It's one of my favorite things to turn a corner and have your breath taken by something outstanding. It was so cool. A little further and A.Al spotted an intricate gothic church squeezed between two modern-ish buildings. Had to get a picture of that... I'm obsessed with old churches. I love steeples. Ahh... We got back and took about an hour and a half rest. I knew if I fell asleep I wouldn't wake up till tomorrow, so I just journaled.
We walked to dinner at this quaint hole-in-the-wall place full of Spanish delicacies. we ate eggplant, artichoke hearts, calamari, potatoes, and they had prawns and octopus. I was going to taste the octopus but U.Shep said it wasn't as good as it could be so he wouldn't let me try it. If I was going to have my first octopus, it had to be GOOD. then they took me a half block to a little mini-mart were we got Magnums. D-E-L-I-C-I-O-U-S. They're just little ice cream bars and I don't know if they're really any better than an American ice cream bar or a Dairy Queen Dillybar, but it doesn't matter... they're Australian, and they're good. Then, lastly, on the way back, A.Al handed me a tiny little envelope that I thought was for my room key, but it was a little poem that said:
"It's not in the fridge,
nor up on a ridge,
from where you'll be standing,
I'll look like a midge!
Be ready at 8am Good walking shoes!"
I'm excited! VERY CLEVER! I love little games like this! HOORAY! How thoughtful of them to do this! YIPEE!!!
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