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Aboriginal Australia – Part 2

This is an update to my earlier post on Aboriginal Australians.

After a really great hike through the Valley of the Winds in Kata Tjuṯa on the 20th, Lisa and I stopped into the national park’s Cultural Centre. It was really interesting reading stories from the Aṉunga Dreaming about the formation and significance of Uluṟu.* Other displays in the Cultural Centre focused on how they thrived in this harsh desert environment. It was clear that a lot of consultation with the Aṉunga went into the creation of the Centre, which was commendable.

But none of the displays answered the main question that I wanted answered. So I went up to the (white) ranger staffing the information desk.

“If one wanted to learn about contemporary Aboriginal life, what’s available?”

He looked at me skeptically, as if sizing me up. “Are you asking about the daily lives of Aborigines?”

“Yes. There are a lot of exhibits about the traditional ways of life and knowledge of the Aṉunga, but it doesn’t say anything about whether that represents their daily lives.”

“The Aṉunga have lives very much like our own. They live just down the road, here.” He pointed to an area labeled “Restricted. No Entry.” on the map. “It’s very hard for them to live a traditional lifestyle because most of their lands have been taken over by pastoralists.”

We talked briefly about some of the similarities between the situation of Aborigines and Native Americans. The ranger got a little circumspect.

“It’s obviously going to be exceedingly difficult for any people whose land has been . . . overrun by another group. The best that we can do is to aim for reconciliation and to try to improve the situation of Aboriginal people in Australia. We’ve got a long, long way to go.”

It’s now a few days later. We’ve been back to Alice Springs, which has one of the largest Aboriginal populations in the Territory. I’ve talked to gallery staff about Aboriginal artists and their works; we even bought some art. We’ve seen people from all walks of life on the Todd Mall and in the shopping centers: old people, young people, parents with children, single people, packs of youths, native-born, foreign-born, tourists . . . everybody. Some Aboriginal women stayed at our hotel, and there were a couple on our flight to Cairns this evening. Clearly, there are many Indigenous Australians who have lives like white Australians and recent immigrants.

But at the same time, there’s clearly an enormous racial divide between Aborigines and everyone else. Everybody can occupy the same space, but that seems to be where it ends. The native-born and immigrants work in shops and service and construction and everything else; we didn’t see a single Indigenous Australian working in any of the restaurants, hotels, or shops that we visited, even the ones that dealt in Aboriginal goods. With a few exceptions that I saw in the public spaces, Aborigines stick together, not interacting with other groups; and vice versa. (This, in no small measure, is partly due to language issues.) Basically, there is no mixing between whites and Aboriginal people, and non-white immigrants seem better integrated into mainstream society.

I’m not going to pass any kind of judgment on this, except to say that it feels very odd. In fact, it reminded us of a trip that we took to Philadelphia, about six or seven years ago. I’ve never really spent any time in the south — not that Philly is in the South — and I’ve only ever lived in overwhelmingly white regions of the country; so this was my first trip as an adult to a place with large neighborhoods with “majority minority” populations. I wasn’t uncomfortable, just perplexed at how awkward everything felt. Alice Springs had that same feel.

And once again, I find myself looking in from the outside. Do Aboriginal people want more interaction with other Australians? I don’t know. Once upon a time, it was official policy that all Aborigines should become fully “assimilated” Australians, essentially just the same as whites (if they weren’t completely killed off beforehand).

All Aborigines and part-Aborigines are expected eventually to attain the same manner of living as other Australians and to live as members of a single Australian community, enjoying the samerights and privileges, accepting the same responsibilities, observing the same customs and influenced by the same beliefs, hopes and loyalties as other Australians.

In practice this was very cruel to Aboriginal people. And it never really took into account the wishes or agency of the Indigenous population. Those wishes and the results of exercsing that self-determination today is what I’ve been hoping to discover. It’s also what I haven’t been able to learn yet.


* — I don’t think I had realized just how much you can miss talking to people from your own country when away on a long vacation. They are living in Sydney now after moving from Seattle and have an interesting perspective on Australia. We couldn’t quite ferret out their exact feelings, except they think Australia’s a bit “behind on a few things.”

** — The Aṉunga are the Aboriginal groups most connected to the monolith of Uluṟu and the neighboring rocks of Kata Tjuṯa, and they hold the title to the land, which they have leased back to the government.

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Aboriginal Australia

Aboriginal Flag

I’m going to live a little dangerously now and write about race, specifically Aboriginal Australians. Hopefully reading about it doesn’t make you too nervous; although I have to admit that it makes me a little nervous that I’m going to accidentally write something that doesn’t convey my true feelings or (worse) that shows me to have biases that offend Australians. Try to bear with me, and feel free to call me out.

I still know next to nothing about Aboriginal people in Australia. (And I’m ashamed to say that’s almost as much as I know about present-day Native Americans, too.) I won’t feel bad about buying some of their very interesting art — if we do in fact buy any — but I would really love to know more about them: how they think about themselves, whether they feel or want to be “Australian,” what they do in their daily lives, what kind of lives they want to live.

I like the various “dreaming” stories that we’ve read during our travels; and I like the very idea of a Dreaming, of a set of beliefs that tie people and landscape and ancestry and law and custom and survival all together. It’s a powerful concept. The dreaming creation/preservation stories are excellent, multifaceted, multigenerational works of collective memory.

So I’m a bit sad that we’ve had few interactions with Aboriginal Australians. (I’m using the term advisedly, since I don’t know the names of the clans and tribes whose land we’ve been on.) It’s strange: All of the parks are tribal lands that have been leased back to the government, which runs and manages them almost exclusively with white people. And as we’ve come further into the middle of the country we’ve seen more and more Aborigines, yet we’ve had almost no direct interactions. (One man in Darwin — I think it was Darwin — said “G’day” to me, and the ranger Ubirr in Kakadu.)

When you consider that the white Australian holiday makers we’ve met will talk your ear off and are a jovial bunch, it seems odd. Of course, Aboriginal people aren’t here for my amusement; nor are they obliged to satisfy my bottomless well of curiosity about the world. It just seems like there’s a very distinct separateness between “white” and “black” Australians. One some occasions it seems almost actively enforced, especially at some of the road houses.* But, in general, it’s a feeling like people are expected to be in their own spheres. The supermarket in Tennant Creek was about the only place where everybody under the Australian sun was doing the same thing as equals (presumably).

I don’t want to feed into any stereotypes — after all, I’m not at work myself — but there seems to be a lot of “hanging around” by Aboriginal people.** Is that normal? Perhaps I don’t understand the rhythms of Australian life. Are they waiting for stuff to happen, just like those two white guys at Daly Waters who were sitting around playing the guitar until someone showed interest in their hand-carved wooden signs? And what should be the expected lifestyle anyway of a people who were happily doing their own thing until a couple hundred years ago when a colonizing superpower came through, seized all their lands, stole their children, depersonified them, and only recently came to feel the least bit bad about it? If (hypothetically) an Aborigine — or anyone for that matter — wants to live in a traditional way outside of the European “social compact,” should the state be allowed to say, “No?”

These are some questions that Lisa and I have discussed on this trip since we got to Darwin; and they’re questions that apply to our own country as well. Of couse, I have my inclinations and (probably incorrect) assumptions, but I have no answers. It’s certainly not my right as an American to answer or dictate to anyone else.

Maybe I can start to understand more over the next couple weeks. Maybe even starting tomorrow, when we plan to stop by the Cultural Centre in the Uluṟu-Kata Tjuṯa National Park.

Let me know what you think.


* — Incidentally, I met my first person in the flesh with a swastika tattoo in a visible place the other day when I was getting gas for the campervan.

** — I most emphatically do not want to traffic in the “lazy fill-in-the-blank” stereotype. I’m merely interested at a basic level in what everyone does and how they do it. I’m an anthropological/sociological busybody.

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Uluṟu

Uluṟu at sunset

I’m trying to build a time-lapse video from some photographs that I took today with my camera’s interval timer. It was very convenient having the camera do all of the hard work after I set up the tripod and set the timer to make an exposure every 45 seconds. Lisa and I were able to relax and watch the monolith of Uluṟu change colors as the sun set. Thanks, Ashish, for the suggestion!

UPDATE: You can see the sunset video online now.

Seeing Uluṟu* today was an amazing experience. Lisa and I arrived around midday, had our “Outback lunch” of ice cream and potato chips**, and went for a walk around the big rock. I’ve only ever seen one view of it before . . . the iconic sunset view (that we also witnessed this evening). But there’s so much more to it: shady side grottos and craggy caves and Indigenous Australian art and wooded groves and the ever-changing appearance of the light on the rock.

We could not photograph large portions of it on our 3-hour, 10 kilometer walk, since it’s one of the most sacred Aboriginal sites with mojo that the uninitiated (like Lisa and I) are not supposed to see — or at least record. But we took snapshots of a good deal of the rest of it. And it was quite a moving experience.

And seeing Uluṟu appear to glow as if lit from within after the sun had sunk below the horizon was a truly sublime moment.***


* — It’s also known as Ayer’s Rock. But it’s first and current name is “Uluṟu.”

** — The Australians like a big lunch. And a big dinner. And a big breakfast. Everything is big. And everything has meat on it. Usually more than one kind. One of which is almost always bacon. And an egg. So eating ice cream and potato chips for lunch is our way of not over-eating. And I’m not 100% sure that it’s even possible to eat better out in the outback. I yearn for fiber.

*** — The bloke from McCoy who said yesterday after we finished our hike around Kings Canyon that “Uluṟu is just another big, boring rock sticking out of the ground” must have slept through an important part of the bus tour.

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Northern Territory

As I write this on the evening of Friday the 18th of June in Watarrka National Park, Lisa and I have been in Australia the better part of two weeks. There’s no Internet in this particular part of the outback — not even a kiosk where you drop dollar coins in for a bit more time on Facebook. I hope to be able to post this tomorrow when we get to Uluṟu. Access to the web is not as pervasive — or as low-cost — as it is in the US. But that’s not really what vacation is really about, now is it?

We’re having a great time, and it’s hard to believe that our trip is half over. It took a while to feel like we actually were in a different country, despite having crossed the Tropics of Cancer and Capricorn, the Equator, and the International Date Line on our way here. But I think it felt real after that first day with the campervan, having driven on the left side of the road through a strange landscape and then that night having seen the southern stars for the first time. Now, eight days later, there’s no escaping the fact that we’re a long distance from home — if only when measured by mileage.

We’ve been in the Northern Territory for the majority of our trip. First in Darwin and then in a string of national parks. Other than being on the Timor Sea and having a beautiful climate for the middle of winter, there’s really not a lot to Darwin. (At least not as we saw it.) The parks are pretty amazing, though.

But first: A few words about our temporary home away from home. We rented a 22-foot long, two-person Euro Tourer campervan. It wasn’t the biggest RV on the road, but it was definitely plenty big. And the steering wheel was on the wrong side of the vehicle — which makes sense, since it’s there to facilitate driving on the wrong side of the road. I think the only thing that saved me that first day was that it was an automatic transmission. It was a beautiful, almost blemish free vehicle with all kinds of amenities: toilet, shower, TV/DVD, air conditioning, water heater, fridge, etc.

It was blemish-free, and then I started driving it. Within the first 30 minutes I had made a nice big dent on the left side of the camper. The appropriate answer to my question of where to get groceries should not have simply been “Palmerston . . . just down the Stuart Highway.” It should have been a question: “How comfortable are you driving your behemoth machine in a tight car park at a mall where there’s a grocery store?” It was a split-second choice I had to make between getting very close to a tree on the left-hand side or another person’s car coming toward me on the right-hand. I thought the tree had it coming, so I let it have it. But I kinda freaked out while we shopped in the supermarket. A quiet freakout, but almost a complete “I just want to forget about this part of the adventure and go home and curl into a little ball and whimper” freakout.

But a few hours later, when we made it to Litchfield NP, I felt much better. Not perfectly secure in my decision to continue forth with the adventure, but much better nonetheless.

At first, I wasn’t so sure about these parks. In the Northern Territory, you drive for hours through the same scenery, and then — all of a sudden — you’re doing something truly amazing. In Litchfield it was looking at the beautiful waterfalls, swimming in the plunge pool of one of them, and seeing the southern stars for the first time.

After Litchfield, we went to Kakadu NP, which was on my list of things that I absolutely had to see while in Australia. I couldn’t exactly say why I wanted to see this park, but I had a sense that it was something I had to do. Maybe it was the 20,000 year-old Aboriginal rock art. Maybe it was floodplains and billabongs that are home to crocodiles and 1/3 of Australia’s bird species. Maybe it was the pictures of the Yellow Water wetlands or Jim Jim Falls. Whatever it was, it turned out to be even more spectacular than I imagined. The 2-hour dawn wildlife cruise we took was more than worth getting up at 4:45AM to be at the jetty on time. And the rock paintings at Ubirr and Nourlangie are so amazing; it’s like they’ve come from a different planet.

Kakadu is also where I learned that vacation doesn’t always have to be packed full of action. In fact, sitting around the campground in the afternoon after a morning’s hike and before an afternoon’s swim in the pool can be quite enjoyable. Doing nothing but reading a bit or writing in my journal as the breeze rustles the leaves is pretty nice, too. (Australian national parks are quite a bit different than American ones, which are all about the nature. Here it’s all about the tourist experience.)

After leaving Kakadu, we started a long bit of driving to Alice Springs, 1500km to the south. The first day was short, only about 400km to Katherine. We stayed in Nitmiluk, another national park. And then we had a 600km drive — in a campervan, it’s worth remembering — to Tenant Creek. The last day was shorter, but even more lonely.

This drive was epic. Long, flat, unbending roads punctuated every 70-100km by an imperceptibly small town or (more usually) a roadhouse. The latter is a gas station attached to a pub/tavern with a few rooms and a caravan/campground nearby.* Staying there seems like it would be an act of pure desperation or the kind of thing one would do whilst on the lam. The straightness and flatness of the road allows for lines of sight in excess of 5km at a stretch and unbroken passing opportunities of 20km or more. The speed limit of 130 km/h is fast, and I never approached it in the campervan. It’s no wonder that we saw about a dozen overturned or destroyed cars and an uncountable number of swerve and skid marks that spanned the width of the road.

The road trains are easy enough to pass on the Stuart Highway, unless they’re carying an enormous piece of mining equipment. It just takes some extra caution and time to go around a cab towing four wagons that total more than 53 meters (170 feet) in length. It’s their highway, we just use it and try to stay out of their way.

Alice Springs is nice enough, and I’m glad that we’re going back for a couple days after we visit Uluṟu tomorrow and on Lisa’s birthday on Sunday. We stayed near the Todd Mall, a pedestrian walk with lots of Aboriginal art galleries and nicer restaurants, along with some more kitschy stuff, too. We’re going to see if we can find anything that we like when we go back. We don’t really know much of anything about Aboriginal art, and some of it’s unpleasantly close to modern and abstract art for Lisa’s tastes; but we’ll see if there’s anything we can’t live without that’s also within our price range. We just need to make sure that it’s authentic and not the typical knock-off stuff that you seem to be able to find all over the place here.

Yesterday we drove from Alice Springs to Watarrka. This morning we hiked Kings Canyon just after sunrise. It’s a beautiful canyon and has made my top-5 day-hikes. The six kilometer (about 3.5 miles) hike over two-and-a-half hours yielded an ever-changing view of the canyon and some beautiful light that never seemed to illuminate the same rock face the same way twice. The ghost gum trees and the spinifex provided nice contrast to the fiery rocks. It was a well-traveled path, and we were usually surrounded by a bunch of older walkers or a large group of college-aged backpacker folks on organized bus outings.

This part of Australia is much more picturesque than where we’ve been. And tomorrow we’re off to the most “iconic” Australian locale.

Details of our Trip to Uluṟu to follow soon.


* — Everything in Australia seems attached to a tavern, bar, or pub. I suspect that the Parliament house in Canberra is just a nice chamber attached to a pub.

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Kakadu

We’re in Kakadu National Park in the Northern Territory right now. Yesterday we were in Litchfield NP.

These parks are unusual by American standards, but I love ‘em. You don’t know what you’re going to see until you’re there, because it’s mostly just monsoon forest. But then you stop at an amazing waterfall or 20,000 year old rock art. (We swam in the waterfall pool, but left the art alone.)

Having a great time. RV almost sent me over the edge. (I had definitely retreated into my “happy place” for a long time while we shopped for groceries.) But now that we’re out of Darwin, the fun is in the house. Our little house with wheels.

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Aussie Photos – Part 1

New photos are up on Flickr.

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Darwin

Wednesday, 9 June 2010, a bit after 9:00 PM (ACST)

Hopefully, yesterday’s dispatch wasn’t too incoherent, although I fear it was a bit rambling. I didn’t have enough change to feed the meter another time. So, there wasn’t a chance to proofread or make edits. And I was kind of tired. Even though it was only late afternoon, the jetlag was catching up to me. Last night was better; I was actually able to fall asleep again after spending about a half hour with Frankie Valli’s insistent singing, which started around 5:00 this morning.

Right now, we’re in Darwin, which it seems is a backpacker mecca. There are backpacker “hotels.” Loads of noisy bars. Spaniards lying about in the park practicing on their digiridoos. Plenty of shops to buy said digiridoos, along with every other kind of touristy thing. We couldn’t tell if the main drag had any legit Aboriginal art shops or not; but the park along the Esplinade sure is nice. (It’s also the first place we’ve been with any significant number of Aborigines.)

We won’t be in Darwin, the capital of the Northern Territory, for too long. We flew in this afternoon from Sydney along with a lot of other holiday makers, including some trust-fund kids from the States on their ’round the world grand tours. (“Yeah, going through immigrations I got singled out because I was in Peru last week,” one young woman said. Her traveling companions agreed that was a total bummer.) We all went through security, but (I presume) none of us had to show ID. It was the damnedest thing.

It was a rather long flight — a bit more than five hours — which gives a sense of the distances involved. “It’s a four day drive from Sydney,” one of the shared van pool attendants told Lisa while I was in paying our fare. “While you’re in New South Wales and southern Queensland it’s not too bad. But then once you head into the Outback the towns get really far apart.”

So we saved ourselves some time by flying, but I think the news about the distances between towns might have touched on the “We’re all going to die!” nerve that I mentioned yesterday. Don’t get me wrong; we are determined to have a good time. (And we’re most assuredly not really worried about impending doom.) Lisa is game for a lot of things; this adventure is just more “adventurous” than some of them that we’ve done recently.

On a side note, Lisa is reading Shipwrecks: Australia’s Greatest Maritime Disasters. She’s a funny girl. She bought it today at the airport after I (unknowingly) teased her too much about the book she first picked up Vlad, a vampire fantasy romance.* Who knew she was (almost) into that sort of thing?

I picked up Platypus: The Extraordinary Story of How a Curious Creature Baffled the World. Some say the mammal is “mythic,” a true Australian icon. I say they’re a true Aussie snipe. Twice we’ve been to places claiming to have them in captivity. Twice I’ve been duped into looking into dimly lit tanks to search for them. Twice I’ve gone away thinking, “No, Jeff, it’s your fault that you can’t see these iconic beaver-ducks with venomous talons.” But it’s not my fault, because they don’t actually exist.

Tomorrow we get the RV and head out into the wilderness outback for about a week. I doubt we’ll have access to the Internets out in the wilds, though we may be able to pick up some in the dinky towns of Katherine and Tenant Creek. So, assume that we’re having a great time, and that I’ll be a natural at driving on the left side of the road. I have been telling myself that once we get into the Northern Territory the craziness of Sydney’s traffic — which is only terrifying because it comes at you from unexpected directions — will be a thing of the past. Darwin has about the same population of Des Moines, Iowa — around 100,000 people — and it’s where the majority of the population lives in the 200,000 square miles of the Northern Territory. So driving should be easier, right?

By the way, the sun being in the north instead of the south is a seriously disorienting thing. But that shouldn’t impact my driving too much. Just keep the sun at my back, stick to the sealed roads, and listen to my navigator.

Something occurred to me this morning about this “land down under.” It’s just different enough to be totally disorienting. Such is not the case with Canada or England. Australia is all kinds of mixed up.

When you go from the US to Canada, it’s more like you leave one state and enter another than if one traveled to a different country. Sure they use the metric system pervasively, and they have $1 and $2 coins. And there’s a bit of French when you go to Quebec, but after you get through border inspection and start looking at the little numbers on the speedometer dial, it’s like you’ve only entered a different region of the US. (Sorry, Canada. I love you more than you will ever know, but it’s the sad truth: Our two nations are just too similar in too many ways. We’re joined along the world’s longest undefended border because we’re two parts of a split personality. You’re the good one, the caring one, the nurturing one, the one that likes the cold and flannel and beards and curling and Asian people. We’re the confident one, the moody one, the one that’s great at parties until we’ve drunk too much and gotten out our gun and challenged everyone to reenact scenes from “The Deer Hunter”and “Why don’t you say that again to my face?” and “Can’t we all just get along?” and . . . Oops, where was I?)

England — well, I’m really only familiar with London, so I’m going to wildly extrapolate — is rather more different than the US**. In the UK, you know you’re in a different country; simple as that. Parliament. Magna carta. Unwritten constitution. Palaces. Lord Nelson. Elizabeth Regina. Where fries are chips, and chips are crisps. McDonalds is there wherever you go in the world, but everything else might as well be from another place or time.

Australia occupies some sort of middle ground. It’s too different to be Canada but too similar to be the UK. Sydney has the rush and bustle of any big East Coast American city and many of the brands are the same: Coca Cola, Subway, the Anglican and Catholic Churches, the dollar. You can turn on the television in the evening and watch American television on American networks (like Fox) that only aired in the US a few weeks ago. But then so many things are different, if only through evolution. Hungry Jack’s has borrowed the Burger King logo, and they both sell the Whopper. The ugly birds have beautiful songs, and the small birds sound like they swallowed squeaky toys. Young women dress nicely. Everything is so cutesy: the national soccer team calls itself the “Socceroos,” and there’s a “footie” (Aussie Rules football) rugby team called the “Rabittohs.” Peppers are called “capsicoms.” There’s a “Sanitarium” brand of breakfast foods. Etc. Etc.

It’s a nice country. It’s just . . . weird.

Pictures hopefully to follow soon.


* — Lisa tells me that it was not, in fact, a vampire fantasy novel. Rather it was a “fictional retelling of the true story of Vlad the Impaler.” Vlad the impaler, a.k.a. that guy known as Dracula. I stand corrected and ashamed at my mischaracterization.

** — Though certainly not as different as, say, Paris is different.

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Sydney

It’s a bit after 4:00PM on Tuesday the 8th of June in Australia right now.

We’re in Sydney for one more night before we jet off to Darwin tomorrow morning. We’ll spend a small amount of time before starting the big, big part of our adventure: the RV. But more on that later.

Sydney is nice. It’s something of a cross between San Diego and Toronto. It has the beautiful climate and sunshine and water of extreme southern California and the Britishness of Toronto. There are statues of Victoria and Albert and Capt. Cook and loads of other Commonwealth people that neither Lisa and I know. (Lisa can give you a good deal of Mary Poppins informed history of the Edwardian period, if you want it.)

Unlike Toronto and San Diego, they do drive left, which I didn’t think was going to be a big deal, because I was used to London by the time we left. But they have a lot of one-way streets there; and here there’s traffic everywhere. Yesterday, on my run from our hotel (located near where Darlinghurst meets Hyde Park) I did not get run over — or have anyone honk at me for that matter; they don’t seem to do that here — but I did have to stop short to keep from running into the street in front of turning traffic.

But I’m getting ahead of myself. I had intended to post more about our trip earlier, but the Travelodge has no WiFi . . . so no frequent updates or pictures of skype or . . . We left Boston on Friday evening after taking a limo — an honest to goodness pimped out limo — to Logan. (It’s nice to have prom season coincide with our trip to the airport.) That was the highlight of the trip. The flight to LAX was uneventful. Then the layover started and lasted about two hours longer than expected. We ended up leaving LA at 2:00AM Pacific Time (which is 5:00AM Eastern Time). Having been up 19 or 20 hours, we were a bit tired. I fell asleep before we pushed away from the gate. Despite being one step away from narcoleptic, I can’t really sleep on airplanes for extended periods of time, so I didn’t sleep much: off and on for about 7 hours I’d say.

After seven hours, we were half-way there. Time to watch “Crazy Heart,” which I really think should have won the Best Picture Academy Award last year. “Hurt Locker” was good, but this was fantastic. Then I started watching “A Single Man.” Now, they put the film on the plane for us to watch, but it’s a little odd watching Tom Ford’s homo-erotic love story in a public place, especially when the captain’s PA stopped the film during the one naked scene in the film.

Anyway, we arrived. Tired. But starting a new day. And I was reminded of Paris. In particular, that not altogether well feeling that I seem to get after being awake far too long. But it passed after a bit of breakfast and a walk.

We left our luggage at the hotel and walked through a string of parks to the harbor, where we saw the two main icons: the Sydney Opera House and the Sydney Harbour Bridge. Both are different than they appear on TV or in print — better, more massive, more — I dunno — iconic.

And then we checked in around 3:00PM and took a nap. It’s a good thing we set an alarm, because we were both sound asleep a few hours later when it went off.

There’s a funny thing about jet lag. The first night you don’t notice it, becuase you’ve been awake for more than 24 hours and are wicked tired anyway. But the second night, that’s when it hits you. 4:00 this morning I awoke to the sound of my own wide awake thoughts, accompanied by the alt country soundtrack of Old Crow Medicine Show and Deer Tick. It’s better than the Violent Femmes from five years ago in India, but still a bit too loud.

So we headed out for a walk around the Domain and the Public Gardens, ending up at the harbor again. (It appears to be our Notre Dame, where seemed to end up everyday in Paris last year.) Three or four times we’ve been there, and we’ve never navigated our way out the same way twice. It’s almost a maze.

We haven’t done nearly enough of what Sydney has to offer — the zoo, the aquarium, Circular Quay, wandering around Observatory Hill, etc. — but I think we’re ready for something a little out of the ordinary.

I’m not sure we’re all 100% ready for the RV. I’m nervous about driving it. Lisa’s nervous about almost everything else: being out of contact, being away from civilization (laundry), being in the midst of a land full of critters that want to kill us as soon as look at us, being in the RV as I drive it, etc. I can’t blame her, but I think after the first day, it’s going to be great. Or we’re all going to die.

But now I only have one minute left on this internet terminal. More later.

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FAQs about our Trip to Australia

Q: Are you going to New Zealand?
A: No, Australia is big enough.

Q: Are you going to Perth?
A: No, Kelly. We’re not going to Perth this trip. Although it does sound awesome.

Q: Are you going to Tasmania?
A: Not this time. Everybody says it’s fantastic. Maybe next time — I’m going to suppose there will be a next time — when we also go to Melbourne and Adelaide and Coober Pedy.

Q: Where are you going?
A: First to Sydney for a few days. Then we’ll take a leisurely route from Darwin to Alice Springs in an RV. After that time in the Northern Territory, we’re flying to Cairns, where we’ll spend a week on the beach. We fly back home from Sydney.

Q: How long are you going?
A: Four weeks. We return (hopefully) on the 2nd of July, just in time for a three-day weekend.

Q: How are you flying?
A: Boston to Los Angeles. And Los Angeles direct to Sydney. It will be my first time on A380. I will report back.

Q: How long does that take?
A: The BOS to LAX part is about 6 hours each way. The LAX to SYD part is about 14 hours. It’s slightly longer on each leg going out.

Q: What time zone will you be in? How many hours ahead or behind me will you be?
A: Sydney and Queensland are in Australian Eastern Time, which is UTC+10. The Northern Territory is in Australian Central Time, UTC+9.5. US Eastern time is UTC-5. And US Pacific Time is UTC-8. But don’t forget, the US is on daylight savings time, while Australia currently is not. So, it’s somewhat hard to say. There’s a web site that will tell you the time. And don’t forget, it’s probably tomorrow there, too.

Q: What’s the weather like?
A: Varied, but still nicer than America’s or Europe’s winter.

Q: Why are you going during Australia’s winter? Aren’t you going to miss our summer?
A: I will miss the long days of summer in the US. But I won’t miss Australia’s 120-130ºF heat in the summer. Or their biting flies and mosquitos. Or the box jellyfishes that shut down open swimming. Or the monsoons.

Q: What’s the water temperature like? Won’t it be cold?
A: I hear the water will be in the high 70s ºF. I think that’s warmer than the Milford High School pool in the winter when we used it.

Q: How did you get that much time off?
A: Brown seems very generous with it’s time-off policy, probably because they feel bad about not paying Lisa very much money. And I’ve been at MathWorks for over 12 years, so I accrue a bit. Of course, I’m using it all on this trip.

Q: How much does such a trip cost?
A: It’s not as bad as you’d think. About a quarter of it is just getting the airline tickets to Australia. The exchange rate is favorable for us now, and we’ve already paid for most of the trip — which makes the rest much less stressful.

Q: Do they drive on the right or left in Australia?
A: They drive on the wrong left side of the road. That’s going to take some getting used to, and I’ve already had a couple dreams about it.

Q: Do they have ice cream there?
A: G-d, I sure hope so.

Q: Why Australia?
A: Why not? It’s big and dry and full of crazy critters and was settled by convicts. It sounds like a perfect place for an adventure.

Q: How can we contact you if we need to talk to you?
A: Call the house. We’ll be checking messages and calling people via Skype.

Q: Are there sharks?
A: Yes.

Q: How are you managing your diabetes on the trip?
A: The same as always. Test and make small adjustments. I’m taking almost double the amount of supplies I expect to need. And I have a Frio insulin cooler that should help keep the insulin potent. Snorkeling will be interesting, but I swam all winter, so it’s not terribly out of the ordinary.

Q: Are you going to go bicycling?
A: Probably not. I went for a ride yesterday and realized it will probably be my last for a while. There’s a place in Alice Springs that rents bicycles, and there’s a 25km trail to a national park there, but I’m not sure that’s everyone’s idea of fun.

Q: Why are you going to see a big rock?
A: Why not? It’s big and red and sacred and juts out of the flattest land imaginable (or so I’m told). And I hear it glows at dusk.

Q: Are you taking a GPS so that we can track you?
A: Despite repeated requests (from Kelly, the web mapping guy) that we do this, no one has stepped forward with a GPS for us to use. No, we will not be taking a GPS, but I’ll give all y’all stalkers our location. Is UTM alright?

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Australian Weather

Here are the five day forecasts for where we’ll be in Australia. As Lisa wants to know, “How do you pack for a month of this weather?”

  • Sydney — Highs: 60-68°F, Lows: 51-55°F, rainy, cloudy
  • Darwin — Highs: 85-90°F, Lows: 70-75°F, sunny
  • Alice Springs — Highs: 67-70°F, Lows: 35-47°F, sunny and showers
  • Watarrka NP — Highs: 68-75°F, Lows: 42-50°F, sunny
  • Cairns — Highs: 78-81°F, Lows: 68-71°F, sunny, cloudy, stormy

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Separated at Birth

It’s finally time to write that continent-sized post that I’ve been mulling for quite a while. After all, we leave for Australia in just 10 days.

I have a hypothesis — I’m full of them, by the way — that Australia and the United States are fraternal twins separated at birth. We (the U.S.) are the headstrong child who left home in a rage in our teenage years and forged a life of power and wealth. Australia is the marginally younger child who stayed close to the parents, even at a great distance — both physical and emotional.*

So how are our two countries similar?

We both speak English — or something like it — and have funny accents. (Well, Wisconsinites do, anyway.) Hugo Weaving and Nicole Kidman can pull off both of our accents very well. I’m fairly convinced, though, that no American can really do an Australian accent without sounding like an idiot.**

We’re approximately the same age in terms of European settlement, and we’ve each had our British colonial experience. Each nation had its own foundational myth that used the legal fiction of terra nullius to dispossess the native population.

We’re approximately the same size (if you leave out Alaska). And we’re both coastal nations, with the majority of our populations living within a few hundred miles of the ocean. And each country/continent has dry, sparsely populated regions full of ranches and deserts — the outback, if you will — where we like to engage in extractive industries and (occasionally) blow up nuclear weapons.

The U.S. and Australia are both “first world,” late capitalist, market-based, bourgeois democracies. We each have relatively low opinions of our governments. Each country has recently experienced troubles with its healthcare system. We even have our own versions of Medicare, too.

We love prisons and “football” and surfing. We both use dollars, which are currently moving away from parity in our favor as travelers. We each have an ABC television network. And we both like off-beat humor and alcohol.

Finally, we’re demographically similar. And each country has a sizable population that worries quite a bit about new immigrants and “boat people.”

Oh yeah, and the sun also rises in the east.

So let’s talk about differences.

Australia and the U.S. are mirror images. As antipodal pairs, we’re in different hemispheres, no matter how you look at it: east-west or north-south. The sun rises in the east and sets in the west; but at midday it will be in the northern sky when we’re in the southern hemisphere. I personally don’t care how water goes down a drain*** — that’s not going to help me navigate anywhere — but the sun being in the wrong place, that’s going to take some getting used to. Then throw in the whole driving on the opposite side of the road. . . .

I’m really, really looking forward to seeing a different set of stars, though.

We each have our own language quirks. Australia has wonky animals, all of which want to kill you. In America, it’s mostly the people who want to kill you. American football uses pads to dull the pain; Australian footballers use nothing more than toughness and alcohol, it would seem.

Now let’s get down to the big, big differences. Australia can go to the Commonwealth Games. We had this little revolution that got us permanently kicked out of the club. Australia stuck around; so HRH Elizabeth II is technically still the leader. I think she might be on some of their money, too.

Thinking of money, the GDP of the U.S. is roughly 15-20 times larger than our sibling’s. This — along with our youthful rebelliousness — has given us a particular swagger. The United States is an imperial superpower. We can do things that almost all other nations cannot do. (And probably would not do for that matter.)

It will be interesting to see how these differences and similarities appear from the opposite side of the globe. Stay tuned.


* — And then there’s Canada. I love Canada dearly, so I’ll just leave them be for now.

** — I’ve watched “Strictly Ballroom” and “The Adventures of Priscilla Queen of the Desert” probably a dozen times each and the only things I can say with any kind of convincing accent are “Hard?! You think this is hard?” and “bogo pogo.” I’ve decided that the best thing I can do in Australia is to talk like John Wayne.

*** — I’ve finally decided that the whole water down the drain thing isn’t (completely) an urban myth. Hey, precession happens. But the effect is so slight that you can say whatever you want.

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Rowing Across Oceans

Roz Savage talks about rowing solo across oceans:

First off, what she has done — rowing solo across the Atlantic as well as two out of three legs across the Pacific — is completely amazing. She’s currently rowing from Tarawa to Australia. You have to be a bit touched to depart from the herd like this, yet her story (and the earnestness with which she presents it) is so inspiring.

You really should watch the sixteen minute video, but here are some choice bits:

  • “Getting outside your comfort zone is by definition uncomfortable.”
  • You don’t have to look like an adventurer [or athlete or revolutionary or . . .] to be one.
  • “The bigger the challenge, the greater the sense of achievement.”
  • Things break and challenges occur; you have to improvise.
  • We tell ourselves stories, and our interior dialogue makes us who we are.
  • Tiny actions by individuals accumulate to make an enormous difference (both good and bad). What we do “spreads ripples” across the community.
  • We have the responsibility to make ourselves happy.
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Australia Planning

This weekend we did a lot of trip planning. Preparing for an undertaking of this size — four weeks in three varied regions of a continent — is always a fine balance between ensuring that we have a place to sleep at night and leaving enough freedom to do whatever we want with a bit of spontaneity. I think we’ve pretty much done what we need to do, and we can relax again for a while.

About six weeks ago we bought our tickets to Sydney after devising a rough, month-long plan. And then we didn’t do much until a few days ago.

Well, that’s not exactly true. We did get our tourist visas online. I’m a little sad that we won’t get full page documents pasted into our passports like when we went to India, but it was a lot less expensive and much more convenient than sending away our passports to the Australian consulate. In fact, the whole process took less than five minutes for the both of us.

We also debated whether to get an RV for our trip through the Northern Territory or to hop between towns with a rental car. In the end, we decided to go half/half: We’ll carry our home with us on our backs as go from Darwin to Alice Springs; and then we’ll drive point-to-point hitting up the desert parks in the “Red Centre.” I have grand visions for this part of the adventure, at the same time that I’m a bit intimidated that the first vehicle I’ll be driving in Australia (on the left side of the road) will be a 22-foot, manual-transmission RV.

And it took us a while to figure out which part of the reef we wanted to visit. I had great hopes that we’d be able to spend a few days on a resort island on the reef itself. But, even though we’ve been saving for a couple years, neither of us could justify spending the same amount for one night on the island as for a full-week rental of a condo 20 yards from the beach. Especially, when you consider that there’s a two night minimum.

But we eventually got the big things figured out. So we bought all of our domestic airline tickets and booked all of our hotels over the last few days. I discovered that the Australian version of Expedia had the same airline tickets at half the price of the US site, even with our credit card’s “foreign transaction fee” and the currently poor exchange rate. Bonus! Of course, this did end up triggering the credit card company’s fraud protection system, and I had to contact about it  . . . twice. But it was so worth it. (Update: Also consider Wotflight.)

I’m glad all most of those decisions are made. Picking hotels is hard. Picking the right RV or rental car is hard. Finding the right flights is hard. I get wicked buyers’ remorse on almost everything I do online. In the back of my mind, I’m sure that I spent too much for not enough. I’m slowly getting over that . . . slowly.

So what’s left?

Well, I still have to rent a car or two and an RV. And I need to make sure that our health insurance will travel with us.

And I want to learn a little bit about Australia. Just enough so that I have completely the wrong idea about the place. So I think I’ll start with some fiction. My friend recommended Peter Carey, Tim Winton, and Sally Morgan (especially her autobiography My Place, which probably isn’t fiction).

Better add another book to my never-ending list.

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Random Bits of Awesome – February 2010

Dear readers, it’s time for a roundup of topics that just aren’t big enough for their own posts. I’m just going to jumble them all together. Enjoy!

It’s Olympics time. Woo! I don’t understand people who profess not to love the games. You may not like every event — bobsled, ice dancing, whatever — but how can anyone not love the whole Olympic ideal? Me, I particularly enjoy the nordic events, especially biathlon.

DiabetesMine interviewed skier Kris Freeman, the first type-1 Olympian in an endurance sport before the 30km cross-country race and afterward — I think he’s my new role model. They’re both great reads for any athlete with diabetes.

Freeman was “pissed” about going hypo during the 30km race, but he was “really, really pissed” about a bad ski choice during the 15km. I’m sure he will rock the 50km on Sunday!

Thinking of Canada, Lisa and I went to Montréal early in January. It was sooo cold (-14ºC for a high). How do people live that way? We went to see a J. W. Waterhouse exhibit at the Musée des Beaux Arts. While there, we ate some great food — check out Paris Crêpes on the corner of Ste. Catherine and Crescent — and I enjoyed the city’s polyglot lifestyle.

(And as for art: Last week the MFA installed its first painting in the new Americas wing. I can hardly wait!)

While we were in Montréal, I procured a bit of Francophone music. 90% of Canada’s population may live within 100 miles of the border that sees the most commerce between any two nations; but it’s almost as if there’s a Mounty-patrolled iron curtain separating the US from bootleggers French music. You can find a little bit on iTunes, but it’s hit or miss. Here are some names to look for: A.D.N., Amadou & Mariam, Marie-Luce Béland, Daniel Bélanger, Carla Bruni, Cali, Camille, Caracol, Les Charbonniers de l’Enfer, Cœur de Pirate, Les Cowboys Fringant, Étienne Drapeau, Dumas, Mylène Farmer, Grimskunk, Indochine, Kaïn, Karkwa, MC Solaar, Prototypes, Mara Tremblay, etc., etc., etc. The CBC nominated the top 50 Canadian francophone bands from this decade if you need more choices.

We also saw “Up in the Air” a month or two ago. Definitely recommended. It stars George Clooney, opens with a fabulous sequence of arial footage, uses a version of “This Land Was Made for You and Me” by Sharon Jones and the Dap Kings, and has a really strong story line. From time to time, I feel a bit like intern George‘s character — at least I share his attitude toward flying, but certainly not his brand loyalty (though I do have my preferences). But I’m not very savvy when it comes to getting the most of my air travel dollar, which is why I’ve been reading the Cranky Flier‘s web log.

Are you going on a trip anytime soon? Need reviews of places to eat, stay, visit? The Times gives a rundown of where to go online and in-print to figure where to go in real life. They mention TripAdvisor.com, IgoUgo.com, Oyster.com, and printed guidebooks. I’m starting to use TripAdvisor for hotel reviews, but books and magazines are still my destination for where to go and how to get there. Give me glossy pictures, a travelogue, and a map or two and I’ll be ready to pack my bags.

But my travel dance card is kinda full for a little while. I actually can’t believe how much I know about where I’m going in the coming years. Australia in just over three months. Bicycling in Provence, France sometime next year. England (and maybe Paris) in 2012. It’s not what I usually do . . . but I’ll take it.

More substance to come soon, I promise.

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Flying First Class

If you have to travel a long distance by plane, Etihad Airways’ Diamond First Class Suite might be the best way to go. Of course the round-trip fares from JFK to Sydney are around $20,000 (per person) for our travel days, or roughly 15 times the cost of our Qantas economy class seats. . . .

Of course, the ultimate way to go is private charter jet. At roughly $10,000 per hour of flight time, that’s another 10 times more than Etihad.

Update: So what do you get for a measly $4,000 or $5,000 more by upgrading from economy to business class? Well, the Cranky Flier recounts a recent experience on Air New Zealand: faster check-in, shorter security lines, a nicer departure lounge, free drinks to wash down your Ambien, a personal concierge, a seat that turns into a bed, and (presumably) better food choices.

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