Tasmanian Devils, Wombats, and Penguins, Oh My!

Day 24:
After reading the guide book about Tasmania, Jill and I decided not to drive ourselves around and instead opted for a guided tour. In many cases the roads aren’t paved still and the wildlife is very prevalent so it can be dangerous for tourists.

The morning started badly as the day was cold, rainy, and the driver of our tour couldn’t find our hotel. Eventually we sorted this and headed off in the bus.

The bus itself was a bit of a surprise of us. In fact, Jill nearly refused to get on board. I think we were both expecting a full-size coach and ended up with an 18 person mini-bus instead. We’d stumbled into something best described as a hostel on wheels. Everyone had backpacks, there were guitars and surfboards in the luggage, and the group had a very bohemian feel.

Our foray stop was a beach called Bay of Fires. The weather was improving at this point and we got a chance to climb all over the bright red rocks.

The next stop for the day was a wildlife sanctuary that focused on Tassie Devils (the Aussies are prone to truncating words with -ie; tinnie, barbie, Aussie, etc). I personally didn’t have high hopes for the place, but it was quite enjoyable. We got to witness the feedings of a bunch of different animals while we were there.

The first animal (which is now my favorite marsupial) was the wombat. It’s basically a furry tank that has a bad attitude. They’re so strong and their hide is so tough that I you hit one, your car is likely to roll over from the impact. But they ate so cute! And the zoo-bred one they fed loved being picked up so we all got to scratch it. One thing that really surprised me was that it’s fur was far and away softer than the koala, wallaby, and kangaroo fur.

But the main event was the Devil. Even before the feeding had started, it had nearly taken the hand off one of the members of our group who had tried to get a close up picture. The Devil is an amazing animal. It has the third strongest bite pressure in the animal kingdom (the Great White Shark and the Salt Water Crocodile are the only ones ahead) and can devour a dead kangaroo in minutes. Also, it doesn’t spin in a circle as Looney Tunes would have you believe. Tragically, the wild populations are being decimated by Devil Facial Tumor Disease, the only communicable form of cancer on earth.

From the park, we traveled to our residence for the evening, Bicheno. Everyone had a couple of hours before dinner and Jill and decided to walk to Diamond Island.

This might not sound like that much of an experience, but what you don’t realize is that there is no way to get to the island and stay dry. There is a thin sandbar that connects the island to the mainland and it’s submerged under about a meter of water. Also the water is about 15C!

We waded over to the island (I looked like an idiot keeping the camera dry high over my head) and did a little exploring. There’s a penguin rookery on the island and we got some pictures of them.

After dinner though, we had an even better experience. Bicheno is justifiably famous for being a breeding ground for Fairy Penguins. We had an absolutely awesome night tour during which we saw penguins coming up from the ocean, saw them nesting, and even saw them mating a bit. Again a must-do if you’re in the area.

A Little Slice of England

Day 23:
Today was another travel day, but it was a bit different in that our flight was late in the day rather than early. This gave us an opportunity to explore some of Melbourne that we’d missed.

The first stop of the day was a Cook’s Cottage. This is the English cottage that Captain Cook lived in growing up. A Melbourne business man had purchased it and had it relocated to one of the many parks in the city. There wasn’t much to see, especially if you’ve done any history touring of the UK. Still it was fun to visit.

The second stop was a place called Queen Victoria Market. I would liken this to a flea-market in America, only of shop quality merchandise. It’s so vast that we only saw a fraction of it, but again it was a diverting couple of hours.

After that we had to catch our flight to Launceston, Tasmania. It turns out that this flight was a lot longer that you’d think it was. Tasmania is a big place we’d later find out.

Jill Update:
We were both pretty stressed out and tired today so things weren’t all fun in paradise. However, a good bit of retail therapy evened Jill out and I think things are good again.

Wickets and Wicked

Day 22:
Boxing Day in Melbourne is something akin to absolute madness. Melbourne is the shopping heart of Australia during the best if times, but Boxing Day sales at Gucci, Louis Vitton, Prada, and Swarovski were all 50% off, and made the city manic.

On top of all of this shopping hubbub, there was a major sporting event going on. Jill and I decided to abandon the shopping district and go to the Melbourne Cricket Ground and see a couple of hours of the Boxing Day Test between Australia and South Africa.

At the time the teams were one and two in the world and Australia had lost the first five-day test soundly in Perth the week before. This time the honor of the country was on the line; if the Aussies lost, they’d drop to number two in the world.

Jill and I got our tickets and after getting lost in the stadium for a while, joined 100,000 other fans in various states of drunkenness. Now Cricket is a slow game in the best of times, but Test Cricket sets a very high bar for boredom.

It’s been wall-to-wall Cricket here since the day we arrived. Not a night has gone by that we haven’t finished our evening watching some Twenty20 match, or daily highlights of the Test series. But this match was a battle of the best with a lot on the line. The South African bowling was great and the Australian batting, not so much. There was very little scoring but they kept serving beer so that was good. Jill did manage to fall asleep twice between wickets though.

After we finished with that we hustled back to the hotel for Jill’s part of the day. We were going to see Wicked.

Jill has never seen the musical before and was quite looking forward to it. We fortified ourselves with some pre-drinking and arrived at the theater. Our seats were close, but off on the left edge. It was actually a very similar sightline to when I saw it in Tampa so I still don’t know what happens on the left side of the stage.

Jill did seem to enjoy it though and it capped a fun day.

Christmas in Melbourne

Day 21:
Christmas day. And on top of that, the first Christmas day that Jill and I have spent together.

This day started differently than most in that we slept in. I mean really slept in. It must have been 10.00 before we finally got out of bed. We both did some Skyping with family and friends (it was funny since it was Christmas Eve for them) and generally got a late start.

Think about this for a moment. You’re in a strange city and you don’t have any family around. You can’t exchange gifts since you didn’t have room in your luggage for them. So what do you do? What’s open in Melbourne (either one) on Christmas morning?

Well it turns out that about the only thing was some I love and Jill hates; the Royal Botanical Garden! We took a lovely stroll through what is really a monstrous park. I can’t recommend this enough. If you are in Melbourne (Australia) you must spend a few hours there. It was about five degrees cooler, very shady, and nearly everything was in bloom. Even Jill enjoyed our time there.

The evening though was another of my favorite activities. We went to the movies! We went and saw Australia in a ‘Gold Class’ screening. This was a theater with only 16 seats, all recliners, personal wait staff, and a nice bar and lounge for before the movie. This is definitely the direction that movie theaters need to go if they want to stay relevant in the future. We paid about three times a normal ticket price and felt that it was worth every penny.

That finished off a nice Christmas day for us and we got a good night’s sleep for the next day.

Jill Update:
Christmas time is nearly here we’re having a great time. It’s been three weeks since we started this adventure and I couldn’t imagine doing it with anyone but her. Merry Christmas to everyone (especially those in the northern hemisphere).

It's Just Like Old Times

Day 20:
After the long coach ride the day before, the only thing that Jill and I wanted to do this day was to walk around. The good news was that it was a crisp cool day and the city was wonderful.

The first step was to walk around the CBD or Central Business District of the city. I generally like the place as the roads are wide, the sidewalks are wider, and there are trees everywhere. You know you’re in a city, but it’s almost like being in a forest as well.

After a bit of wandering around and a trip to the exemplary Visitor Information Center, we decided to catch one of the city’s trams around the city center and up to the Old Melbourne Gaol.

Now, I’ve never been to Alcatraz, but this is exactly what I imagine it to be like. Our tour started with us going through a typical booking and lockup procedure in the old watch house (which impressively was used until 1994) before being let loose in the prison part of the gaol. The prison itself was 3 levels of cells and even had the gallows that was used for executions up until capital punishment was outlawed in the 1970s. We both had a wonderful time there, and I easily could have spent a whole day looking at the exhibits and learning about the people incarcerated there (Ned Kelly had an entire end dedicated to him) but we were somewhat time-limited as we had a special dinner scheduled.

Our Christmas Eve dinner was on The Colonial Tramcar Restaurant that night. It might seem a bit kitschy, but it was certainly a whole lot of fun. If you ever went on the Sanford Dinner Train, it was a lot like that only slower and more urban.

We had the early seating which included a three course meal while the sights of Melbourne cruised by outside of your windows. The food was good, the drink even better, and of course I got to spend the evening all dressed up with Jill. Who could as for anything more?

Jill Update:
Jill was quite drunk and found a casino. This is always a recipe for putting her in a good mood. On top of that, it would appear that the casinos here are non-smoking, so that’s a plus.

The World's Longest Coach Ride

Day 19:
We had another early morning today as we had a 13 hour coach ride ahead of us. Today was the day that we went on the Great Ocean Road tour. This is a 243km long stretch of road that winds its way through a scenic coast line, a rainforest, and back to stunning cliff top views.

The coach’s first stop was in the quaint little village of Torquay. This town is the home of some of the most famous surf companies and is known for its world-famous surf competition at Bells Beach.

From there you drive up some of the most picturesque and incredible looking coastline in the entire world. Imagine driving up the Pacific Coast Highway but it being more beautiful, more twisty, and closer to the water and you’d have an idea of what it looks like.

After an hour or so of driving (including spotting some wild koalas), we pulled into a small town called Apollo Bay for lunch. This was another one of those cute little sea-side villages and we had a very nice stroll along the beach before pushing on.

The first stop after lunch was a geographic formation called The Twelve Apostles. These are a set of limestone stacks that stand alone in the ocean away from the cliffs. They are constantly being eroded from 15 at the turn of the century, to 9 in the 1950s, to 6 and a half today. It’s easily possible that that they’ll be completely swept away in our lifetimes.

From there is was a quick jaunt up to the Loch Ard Gorge. This was the site of a horrible maritime disaster in which the clipper ship Loch Ard ran aground drowning all but two of the people aboard. The story is a very interesting one and the landscape even more so. There are again a number of interesting limestone formations here, and I highly recommend checking it out if you’re in the area.

From there we made one final quick stop in a town called Port Campbell and then on to the last sight of the day. This was another limestone formation called London Arch. It was at one point called London Bridge, but after a collapse of part of it (stranding two bewildered tourists) its name was changed. Looking at it from the shore makes you wonder what it was like standing out at the end before the collapse.

After this final stop, we had a three hour drive home and were delivered to our hotel at about 20.15. Truly a long day.

We're Going to Sydney and Not Seeing Anything Again!?

Day 18:

Today was another travel day and we were leaving Uluru for Melbourne.  We'd both enjoyed being in the Red Center, but the heat was finally getting to us so we were happy to be leaving.  On this day, it was 39C in Uluru and 23C in Melbourne.

Our flight to Melbourne would have been long in the best of circumstances, but in this case it was going through Sydney as well so it ended up being even longer.  We finally stumbled into out hotel around 20.00, and got a quick dinner.  We had another early day tomorrow.

Jill Update:

Even though Jill pointed out the European lady with a black thong under her see-through linen dress, I was the one that got in trouble for staring looking at it.  The heat isn't doing good things for us.

My God It's Hot

Day 17:
Jill and I couldn’t face another early morning so we decided to sleep in to about 05.30. Once again we made our way to Uluru and once again we were disappointed to find that it was closed. Most things at Uluru are set up for a three day tour. The park entry is for three days, the hotel rooms have a 3 day minimum, etc. So after three days of trying, we weren’t going to be able to climb the rock. As a side note, our guide from the previous day mentioned to us that the climb is generally only open 40 days a year now. So if you’re going to Uluru for a holiday, climb it if you can, but don’t plan on being able to do it.

But that was OK. We’d walked nearly every single trail in the park, and seen amazing sunrises and sunsets at both of the sights. We’d definitely gotten everything we could have wanted (other than the climb) and decided that it was time for a rest. On top of that, the top (what Aussies call the high temperature) was predicted to be 42C! (that’s 108F for those who aren’t metrically inclined). So we went back to the hotel and slept. And slept, and slept. It really felt good to get some rest for the first day since we’d arrived. It did wonders for our aching backs and legs. Later in the day we ventured out to an Aboriginal cultural center, but even that little exertion sent us back to the room for more rest.

At the end of the day, we went to Uluru for one last sunset. On the way out, it started raining a little bit and we got to see one of the clearest double-rainbows that you'll find anywhere; the desert really is an amazing place. When we got to Uluru, Jill spread the ashes of her father around (some of the other spectators looked at us like we were spreading anthrax) as the sun set and then we head back to have a nice meal to end the day.

If at First You Don't Succeed, Climb Another Mountain

Day 16:
This was another early morning (earlier than the day before if you can believe it) and another trip out to Uluru to find out if the climb was open. It wasn’t, so we had to decide what we were going to do for the rest of the day.

Since we’d been planning the trip, Jill had been mentioning another rock formation called Kata Tjuta or The Olgas. This particular formation is actually made up of 36 separate domes of rock and is larger in area, taller in height (by 200 meters), and more spiritually significant than Uluru. On the other hand, you can’t climb it, which probably contributes to it being relatively obscure.

There are two hikes at Kata Tjuta and the longer one of them, the Valley of the Winds walk, is temperature limited. Seeing as this was ideal for a morning walk, we headed on over. The walk itself hikes out to a lookout area near one of the domes and then splits. It loops around two of the large domes and returns to the lookout for the return to the trailhead.

The walk itself is a fair bit harder than the Uluru base walk as it has a lot of broken ground and you climb up and down some very steep stone paths. That being said, it’s amazingly rewarding. Because it is so difficult, we did most of the walk completely alone. Back in the canyons between the domes the scenery was absolutely beautiful and the second lookout had great views of the surrounding valley.

After the walk, Jill and I retired to our room for a siesta in the heat of the day. There was a good reason too, as we had a tour scheduled in the afternoon! Coincidently it was Kata Tjuta again! Before we’d traveled we’d scheduled a guided tour of Kata Tjuta complete with an outdoor meal under the stars. We knew that it was unlikely that we’d get to walk the Valley of the Winds on the tour (the tour started at 15.00, after the walk closed), so we weren’t going to get much overlap.

We were right. We had a very nice guide and did the other (easier) walk through the domes. The sun was going down and the clouds were coming up at this point, so the it was relatively cool during the hike. We got a champagne sunset and then a BBQ dinner under the stars. We both had a great time even though our day went from 4.30 in the morning to 23.00 at night.

The Rock

Day 15:
Much in the way that my trip was focused on diving the Great Barrier Reef, Jill’s was focused on climbing Uluru. The problem is that this is somewhat difficult to do.

Jill and I got up early (even for us) at 05.00 to go to the Rock. Even this, it turned out, was a little late as we saw an entire convoy of tour coaches leave the resort before we’d left our hotel room. Some of you may be wondering why we’d gotten up so early and why the entire resort would do the same. It all comes down to temperature. The park service here dislikes having to pick up dead people during the summer and so has some rules about climbing. The big one is that if the predicted temperature for the day is supposed to be above 36C, the climbing route is closed at 8.30 in the morning. Because of this, everyone wants to get started as soon as it opens which is 30 minutes before sunrise.

We managed to see the sunrise as we were driving in (the coaches leave so early because they stop at a lookout and make breakfast for the riders) and after having some trouble finding the climbing trailhead, parked and started getting ready. It is an interesting fact that some Aboriginal residents dislike people climbing up the rock and as such the climb is not marked on any map, in any guidebook, or on any sign post. In truth, Jill and I drove around the entire Rock once before we figured out the correct location using nothing but guess work.

As we approached the trailhead, we saw a horrible notice; the climb had not opened because of high-winds at the peak! We were there at the right time (the climb would have closed in a couple of hours with the 40C predicted high anyway), but another rule kicked in and we didn’t have a chance to even start.

It wasn’t the end of the world though. We had 3 more days on-site to try the climb and there is another great hike that takes you around the base of the Rock. This is a 10km walk and so we got started a little before 7.00. The walk is completely flat and in many places is shaded by large trees. In addition, there are a million little nooks and crannies to pop you head into. One of the most interesting things though are the watering holes complete with Aboriginal cave paintings. We also got to see a couple of sacred sites along the walk with nice explanations about the legends surrounding them. All of this is very interesting to look at and made for a very enjoyable day.

Jill Update:
After two weeks Jill still doesn't hate me. This is important because it's the longest period of time Jill and I have ever spent together.

Like an Oven

Day 14:
Day 14 was another travel day. We flew from Cairns to Uluru which was/is known as Ayers Rock. The Cairns airport wasn’t any better than a couple of days before, but thankfully the wait was short. During the flight we learned that there is something worse than a kid kicking your seat from behind.

Jill and I had the unlucky experience of having a single mother with two children sitting behind us. After a bit of kicking our seats, the mother dropped the tray tables down for her sons to play on. It turns out that when a kid starts banging up and down on these, it gets a lot more leverage than merely kicking; your entire seat starts rocking back and forth. Combined with near constant screaming, the flight wasn’t great.

On arrival we deplaned and had to walk across the tarmac. Damn was it hot! The one lucky thing here was that it’s a very dry heat (somewhere below 50% humidity) so it’s almost bearable. I do have to say that it immediately brought back memories of my childhood vacations in Nevada.

We picked up our hire car and made our way to the hotel. Jill once again picked a great one and save for a damn bush, we’d have a perfect view of the rock. But no matter, shortly after getting settled in, we decided to walk out to a lookout point and watch the sun set on the rock, and it did not disappoint. We got some great pictures, saw the changes of color, and generally had a fine evening alone to ourselves.

After a somewhat drunken dinner, we retired to bed since we had to be up before sunrise (which was at 5:37!) to climb the rock in the morning.

Jill Update:
Jill has some trepidation about climbing Uluru tomorrow and feels that I’m babying her too much. There’s some tension over this.

Stinging, Poisoning, Biting, and Other Bodily Harm

Day 13:
Due to restrictions about flying and diving, we scheduled our final day in Cairns to be focused on the rainforest. Initially some of this was going to be done separately over a couple of days, but it sounded so cool that we wedged it all into one day so that we could do it together.

The morning started early (when else?) with a walk to the Cairns train station. From there we caught the Kuranda Scenic Railway for a trip to the historic town of Kuranda. The train car was mostly empty which was nice, but it also wasn’t air conditioned, which wasn’t. Cairns was at about 32C and 85% humidity that morning and the train wasn’t moving fast enough to make a real difference. I think we would have enjoyed the trip quite a bit more if the weather had been more cooperative. At any rate, the train had very nice views and was a diverting couple of hours in the morning.

Kuranda exists as nothing more than a tourist town. One of the guides joked that the town wakes up at 10.00 and goes to sleep at 16.00 (the train’s in and out). There are a couple of nature parks, but mostly it’s shops. We got a couple of post cards and I managed to find a slouch hat for the trip to Uluru.

The trip home was along the Skyrail which is a massively long cable car. The route goes along the mountain tops just above the rainforest canopy and was very cool (both temperature and style). Jill and I were able to see all sorts of things including flying cockatoos right nearby.

The evening though, was even better. We had scheduled a tour of the rainforest at night. When we were picked up at the hotel, we got the great news that the tour which had a maximum of 16 people was going to just be us that night! It was a great time that started with wallaby and platypus (damn faux-mammals!) spotting before dinner and dark, and ended with night-spotting for possums. Interestingly, possums in Australia are nothing like Possums in North America. 

We learned many important things about the rainforest.  Some of the ones that come back to me now are that there is a plant in the rainforest that if you touch it, will cause permanent nerve damage.  Also, there is a bush called the Wait-a-While which had recently killed a dirt-biker by slashing his throat with it's wicked serrated vines.  In fact during the rainstorm, both Jill and I picked up leaches on our legs.  I love this place!

Jill and I both were able to spot many of the animals and both enjoyed ourselves immensely. That night I personally loved seeing the blatantly luminescent fungi at night as well as the cute little bandicoots skittering all over roads.

The night ended around 23.00 and we fell straight into bed because of our long day and an early morning flight the next morning.

Jill Update:
During our 10 minute walk to the train station we were a bit lost and there was some tension. But after a day of sweating together and a night of Jill being frightened by every animal (real and imaginary), things were good again.

The Floral Shop

Day 12:
Today was the final day of diving for the holiday, and I went out on a boat called the Tusa T5. This was probably the purest dive boat I was able to find, but I’d say that it wasn’t as well set up as the SilverSonic. The biggest complaint I had was that even though I was diving Nitrox, the boat wouldn’t let me dive a Nitrox profile (longer or deeper.

On these dives we were unescorted and therefore had to dive with a buddy. Since I was alone on the boat, I got paired up with a stranger. My dive buddy was named Rob and he’d been diving for 20 years. He was a great guy, and a very good diver.

The first two dives were pretty mediocre, although it was fun to dive without an escort again. The final dive though was one of the two or three best dives of my entire life.

We dropped onto Hastings Reef at a dive site called The Fish Bowl. The dive profile is to run along an outside wall for a bit, and then follow a trench into a center bowl. When we entered the bowl it was unbelievable. I’ve been amazed every dive by how alive the coral was, but it’s been nothing compared to this.

Imagine walking into a floral shop in full bloom and you can kind of get an idea of what it was like. There were hard and soft corals as far as the eye could see in an area as large as a football field. There were corals of every single color of the rainbow and there it was so dense, you never saw the sand bottom anywhere. There were also a ton of giant clams more than a meter in length. I wouldn’t call it The Fish Bowl as there weren’t really many fish, but it was awesome nonetheless.

Jill Update:
Jill went out on an all-day tour, so by the time she got home, she was exhausted. She was so tired, she didn’t even want to fight with me. Result!

Is That a Sea Cucumber in Your Wetsuit, or Are You Just Happy to See Me?

Day 11:
I wanted to make sure that I didn’t spend our entire time in Cairns apart, so Jill and I scheduled a snorkeling trip together. We left from Cairns directly this time, so the morning wasn’t nearly as early as it had been the previous couple of days.

Again we were on a high-speed catamaran, this time from Reef Magic, but instead of going to three different reef sites, we went to a gigantic permanently moored pontoon. This acts as a bit of a floating city with a semi-submersible boat, a helicopter landing pad, dining facilities, an underwater viewing platform, and a moon pool for the SCUBA divers. This kind of setup has become standard for all of the snorkeling operations on the Great Barrier Reef.

Jill had a little trepidation about snorkeling at first, but quickly found her sea flippers. We did a ton of snorkeling throughout the day and explored all of the ins-and-outs of the coral head we were stationed at. I even rediscovered my love of free diving and by the end of the day was easily able to hit the deep parts of the reef at about 12 meters (40 feet) and bring back sea cucumbers for Jill to play with. Even Jill commented on the lack of fish at the reef though.

One of the interesting side effects of this particular trip was that I realized in certain cases (i.e shallow reefs), you can have just as much, if not more, fun skin and free diving than SCUBA diving. You can do it for longer and the setup and tear-down time are much reduced. I really enjoyed freaking out the introductory divers by swimming down to them and waving. They couldn’t quite understand how someone was down that deep without SCUBA gear on.

Jill Update:
Today was a really good day for us; probably the best so far even. Jill was very nervous at the beginning, but I think after she got out in the water we really had a good time together.

Glub, Glub

Day 10:
Today was the day that I finally got to see the focus of my Australian Holiday. Today was the day I went diving on the Great Barrier Reef for the first time.

It started with a very early morning (I’m wondering when I’ll get a late morning…) to catch a coach up to Port Douglas. Port Douglas is a small resort town about 90 minutes north of Cairns that mainly exists as a launching point for dive charters to the far north.

The dive charter I was on was called the SilverSonic and had about 60 people (40 divers) on it. The best diving on the Great Barrier Reef is on the outer reef and it took us about 90 minutes to get out there while traveling about 75 kilometers. Along the way the very professional staff got everyone geared up and ready to go.

We did three dives on three different sites during the day and I had quite a good time. One of the things that stood out for me was the coral. In Florida, even down in the Keys, the coral is small and sparse. It’s bleaching out quite badly and is generally in bad shape. Here on the Great Barrier Reef though, it’s amazingly alive. It was like nothing I’d ever seen. On the first dive, it was all soft corals, on the second dive it was all hard corals and the third dive was a combination of both.

The thing that disappointed me though, were the fish. When you see all of this coral and all of its brilliant colors, it’s easy to think that Florida diving can’t compare. But for some reason, there were almost no schooling fish anywhere on the reef. In Florida, even on the worst dives, you’d expect to see schools of fish in the hundreds. Heck, even on the Fish Rock Cave dive I saw schools in the thousands. But on these three dives, the divemasters acted like we were seeing a lot of fish, and we weren’t.

I’m sad to say that unless the live aboard dive boats see something completely different, I wouldn’t recommend anyone doing a whole vacation around the Great Barrier Reef. Now, don’t get me wrong, if you’re in Australia you’d be an idiot not to go dive or snorkel it (it’s incredibly easy to dive the Great Barrier Reef if you’re not certified) and I would certainly do it again. I just have to say that it’s not as live as you think it is.

Jill Update:
Another good day for Jill, apparently because we had separate vacations again. Laying poolside all day does good things for us.

Blogging Delay

Sorry about the delay in posting from the trip.  For some reason, the hotel internet in Australia is somewhere between horrible and non-existent.  I'm writing the blogs as we go along, but it probably won't be until tomorrow in Melbourne before they all get posted.

We are still alive, still together, and still having fun.

And Breathe...

Day 9:

After a week of driving up the coast from Sydney to Brisbane, we finally gave up the car and tried something new.  Another early morning, but this time a trip to the airport as we were flying to Cairns.  Other than the random insanity that is air-travel these days, the flight was uneventful.  We had some time to catch up on post cards, do some reading and generally just sit still for a couple of hours.

We arrived in Cairns and due to some construction, a lot of the airport is now outside.  But that was OK as the weather was awesome!  It's warm, breezy, and while the humidity is up now, it's expected to drop again as the week progresses.

Our itinerary makes a specific point that days we fly have nothing else scheduled on them.  This means that when we arrived at the hotel around noon, we had nothing else to do.  We got a light lunch, lounged by the pool, walked down the esplanade, and just generally did nothing.  After a week of constant movement, this felt like heaven.  The rest of the week is fully booked with SCUBA diving, snorkeling, and rainforest exploration though, so we made sure to enjoy it.

Jill Update:

I think Jill needed this day off even more than I did.  Things are going well between us, but a day off by the pool certainly helped everyone's mood.

Marsupials are Mammals Too!

Day 8:

Since we started planning the Australia trip, I've been looking forward to this one day.  I mean, who wouldn't want to visit the Great Barrier Reef, Ayers Rock, Tasmania, and Sydney.  But even in a land of amazing things to do and see, there are rarities.  Day 8 was the day we were going to cuddle with a koala!

The morning started much as the night before ended in Surfers Paradise, wet and grey.  We had gotten tickets to the observation deck of the Q1 as part of our stay the night before, so we decided to go up.  Unfortunately, the weather was bad so we couldn't see much.  But we have been to the top of the tallest building in Australia, so check that off the list.

We drove up from Surfers to the Lone Pine Koala Sanctuary.  In Australia you can pet koalas pretty much anywhere, but only in Queensland can you actually hold one.  We knew that there were other things besides Koala-cuddling at the sanctuary, so we informally scheduled a couple of hours there.  Boy were wrong!

Lone Pine is one of the great hidden gems of the Gold Coast.  If you are in Australia, you must go there.  Koalas are one thing but they've got other animals like wombats, crocodiles, kangaroos, dingos, and more.  The park itself reminds me a lot of Gatorland in Florida with it's informality and low walls and also that it appears to be a working park that happens to let visitors in.  Outside of the obvious Koala fun, Jill and I both really enjoyed the Kangaroos, Wallabys, and Wallaroos.  We each got a bag of 'roo food, and headed into a large pasture.  In this area there were 40 to 50 Macropods of various kinds.  We got to hand feed them and had a blast of a time.  By the time we were done, we'd been there 6 hours and taken like 350 pictures.

(fun fact:  I thought a Koala would feel like a Chinchilla, but they're actually coarse and woolly)

We eventually left the park and met up with one of Jill's high school friends in Brisbane and had a great dinner.  At the end of the night we went up to Mount Coot-tha and looked over the city lights.

Jill Update:

Jill won't let me cuddle with her, so I've sought satisfaction in the arms of another koala, Sprite.

A Big Day Out

Day 7:

So, I thought that day 2 was the longest drive of the trip, but I was wrong.  Day 4 went from Coffs Harbour to Surfers Paradise which was a 4 hour drive.

The morning started with a fun breakfast at a place called Brekky Baa.  We'd passed it on the way in the night before and Jill decided that we'd eat there.  I'm not sure how she knew, but it was very cute and had good food.  We left there to make one final stop on the way out of town.  Jill had been talking about this Big Banana since we started the planing the trip.  It was worth stopping, just to see how excited Jill got about it, but I'll let her tell you in her blog ;)

From there I had planned to drive the whole way through to Surfers (as the locals call it), but we ran into lots of construction traffic so decided to stop at a little resort called Byron Bay.  Before lunch we stopped at the Byron Point lighthouse.  I had a ton of fun there and we got a nice bit of walking and climbing down to the water and back up.  I continue to be amazed by the clarity of the water as we could see dolphins, turtles, and rays from 100 meters up by the lighthouse.

After a pleasant lunch in the town itself, we pushed on to Surfers.  The town seems very nice and we stayed in an incredible hotel, the Q1.  Unfortunately for us, the weather was absolute crap and rained the whole time we were there.  Because of this, we decided to get Italian take out and just lounged about the hotel.

Jill Update:

Jill says she's left me emotionally, but doesn't have the car keys so can't leave me physically.  Result!

Sick Without Jill

Day 6:

Today was our first separate vacation day.  Originally I hadn't planned to, but Jill convinced me to do some diving during our drive up.  She assured me that she'd find something else to do while I was out.  Check out her blog for updates on what she did.

We got up really early in Port Macquarie and drove to a place called South West Rocks.  There isn't much to this town, except for a dive charter to one of the best dives anywhere in the world.  The place is called Fish Rock Cave and consists of a dive that takes you through an island!

The ride out was unlike anything I've ever done in a dive boat.  In the bay, the seas were running like 4-6 feet and we were in a very small boat.  Impressively, everyone leaving the bay is required by law to wear a lifejacket because boats sink so often.  The passengers were also issued rain coats because there were so many waves breaking over the bow.  It was wet and wild just trying to get to the dive site.

The first dive was pretty good.  We had a new diver on the boat, so the dive master wanted to make sure that she was comfortable before the cave dive.  We dropped into a hole near the island and ran into about 30 or 40 Grey Nurse sharks.  We swam around comfortably with them and they didn't even bother with us.  In fact, if you held your breath for too long, they'd forget you were around and start bumping into you.  We also ran into a bunch of Wobbegong sharks which were a study in calm.  I saw one of the other divers put a hand within two inches of the mouth of one of them and it didn't even move.  It was impressive.

During the safety stop at 5 meters, the rough surface started to get to me.  We were banging around and by the time I got on the boat, I was feeling pretty bad.  For the first time in my life, I got sea-sick.  Not great. :(

The second dive totally made up for it though.  We dropped down on the seaward side of the island, lined up in single-file and entered the cave.  It was amazing!  There were corals and lobsters and odd looking fish.  It's completely dark during much of the interior, so it was pretty easy to get disoriented.  Towards the end, there was even a bubble cave at the top and we surfaced and had a look around.

The end of the day involved me sleeping during the drive to Coffs Harbour.  The town wasn't great and dinner was a fiasco.  I'd have to say that we were happy to see the back of it the next morning.

Jill Update:

Apparently, Jill had a fabulous day... but only when I wasn't there.  As soon as we reunited, things went downhill.  We lost a credit card, ended up eating nothing but ice cream for dinner, and staying in a shady hotel.  Good thing we're shortly going to be in Cairns, where we'll spend most of our time apart.

Sunrise

Day 5:

Even though we aren't technically jet-lagged, I'm having a bit of trouble adapting to the time change.  I'm normally a morning person anyway, but I've been getting up at 5am or before every day.  This isn't especially great, but it does give us some unique opportunities.  This morning, we decided to get up and walk down the two kilometers to Nobbys Head at the breakwater of the port of Newcastle.  It was a great vantage point to watch the sun come up over the Pacific.  We had to hustle just a little bit to make the time, but in the end it was totally worth it.  (As I write this, the kookaburras are laughing up a storm outside.)

This was a great way to start a long day of driving from Newcastle to Port Macquarie up the coast.  We decided not to go the most direct way possible and instead stopped at a couple of places.  First, was a town called Nelson Bay.  It was a nice sleepy little holiday town and we had a very nice walk around their main shopping area and the port itself.  Incredibly we forgot to take pictures while we were there, but if we had you would have a seen a harbor with the clearest water I've ever been witness to.  The water right there next to all of the boats was as clear as any I'd ever seen in the Bahamas or elsewhere.  It was almost unnatural.

A couple more stops later and we arrived at Port Macquarie.  Even with the slow pace of our drive up the coast, we don't have nearly enough time to spend in places.  Port Macquarie is easily a town that you could spend a day or two just hanging out and walking the beach or cruising around seeing the sights.   As it was, we got in had time to lounge in the spa for a bit, got dinner and hit the sack.  In the morning, we ran down to the beach real quick just to get some picture before we headed out for the days drive.

Jill Update:

Small problems today, but nothing I can't fix.  In other words the bets don't pay out yet. ;)  I also learned something new about Jill.  No amount of wishing is going to make her into a morning person.

I'm Feeling Manly

Day 4:

Since we fell asleep so soundly the night we got off the plane, Jill and I ended up missing both lunch and dinner.  Day 4 started early with a much-needed breakfast at a street-side cafe.  While eating, I had an epiphany.  You know those scenes in TV shows and movies where the characters are at a cafe and having a conversation?  That's so fake.  Jill and I had to yell at each other just to communicate over the sounds of the city.

We then checked out of the hotel and started to head north, but decided to stop in one of the beach suburbs of Sydney, Manly.  I know of Manly because Adam (Lisa's husband) is originally from there.  After all of his stories of the place, it was good to finally see it in person.  We did a little shopping and walked along the promenade, but the weather wasn't great so we skipped the sand and water.  We do plan on going back when we get back to Sydney in January.

Once we left Manly we headed north towards our destination for the day, Newcastle.  The drive took us through the Blue Mountains which were stunning.  The weather was deteriorating so there was no real opportunity to stop, but we'd drop out of the clouds at the mountain peaks and into these river and lake valleys and the scene was just awesome.  I could definitely see doing some hiking in this area at some point in the future.

Our hotel in Newcastle was interesting as the A/C wasn't working.  Sleeping was difficult, but we only needed one night and then we were off to Port Macquarie.

Jill Update:

Another good day for us.  I learned that there are three keys to keeping Jill happy.

1. Keep her fed
   
2. Keep her hydrated
   
3. Keep her rested
   

Order of the Double Sunrise

Day 1:

Thanks the the wonderful efforts of Sally, our first day was pretty darn easy.  After work, she picked us up at the house and we all went out to dinner.  After dinner, she drove us all the way to Heathrow and made sure that we got there with plenty of time to spare.  The lines weren't too bad and the flight took off on time.

Day 2:

To be honest, I got quite a bit of sleep on the flight which made it bearable.  The first leg ended up being 13 hours and dropped us in Singapore.  I'm not sure I can claim to have ever been there, but the airport was quite nice.  Everyone was required to de-plane with all of their luggage, and then re-board.  Re-boarding involved leaving the secure area around the gate and re-entering through a miniature security setup.

Day 3:

In the early days of Qantas, people who flew the London to Sydney route were inducted into the Order of the Double Sunrise.  They don't do that anymore, but I still feel like I'm a member.  The second leg of trip was about 7 hours and once again was smooth and on-time.

The one hiccup we've had so far is the luggage.  Somehow, the airline managed to mangle our bag severely.  They've nearly ripped the pull-handle assembly off of the bag itself.  At the same time, the bag showed up on the conveyer belt, split open at the zipper.  Tomorrow is a day to find wire-ties and do a quick patch job, but I am damn glad that I got Eagle Creek with their 'No Matter What Guarantee'.

We picked up the rental car and drove into the city.  After a false start, we found the hotel and dropped off the car and luggage.  We couldn't check in for another 5 hours, so Jill and I decided to walk around a bit and headed up towards the bridge.  It was an enjoyable way to kill time and we got some nice pictures.  By around 13.00, we were both completely exhausted and jones-ing for a shower.  We got to the hotel room, took showers and promptly fell asleep.

Jill Update:

For those wondering, Jill still likes me today.  This is an improvement over our Scandinavian holiday in which she hated me before we landed.

Living in... Australia

For those who haven't heard me gloat about it yet, Jill and I are spending the entire month of December (and the first week of January) in Australia.  We're traveling up the Holiday and Gold Coasts for a week, spending a week SCUBA diving and snorkeling in Cairns, a couple of days hiking at Uluru, Christmas in Melbourne, a tour around Tasmania, and finishing with New Year's Eve and the following week in Sydney.

If it sounds exhausting we expect it will be :)  But, we also want to keep everyone in the loop about how things are going.  So for the next month, my Living in the UK blog will become a Traveling Around Australia blog.  Internet (and time) may be scarce, but I'm going to try and keep a daily travel diary and post everything when we get the time to.

And with that, on to the first couple of posts. :)

London Calling

This is a bit delayed, but after a nudge from my mother the other day, I felt like I should post about it.

When I moved to the UK, my parents were a bit lonely without me.  This was especially true for my mother who didn't like me leaving at all.  But I told them that if they really wanted to see me more often, they should come and visit.

In September, they finally came over and we spent two weeks touring southern England.  We:

• Saw the sights in London for a week
• Visited Portsmouth
• Drove across the Isle of Wight and back
• Hiked around the South Downs a bit
  
• Toured Stonehenge
• And finished off with a weekend in Bath

It went way too quickly, but I think they had a good time.  They're already talking about coming back. Yikes!  To see the complete trip, take a look at my mother's photo gallery.

Thanksgiving

It's been a while since my last post, but I've been doing a million things. I'll have a couple more post today hopefully, with some big news for those who don't know.

But first, Thanksgiving. After waiting for something approaching forever, Jill finally arrived here in the UK with me on the 20th of November. I'm so happy that she's here now, but there has been some adjustment needed between us. I've lived as a bachelor for a long time and now that she's here things are starting to change. I mean, who knew that you need to have a dining table!?

But one of the best parts of having Jill here was that I got to have Thanksgiving with someone who knew what it was all about.


After what I can only imagine was a massively stressful week of adjustment, Jill went all out and made an awesome Thanksgiving dinner for us.  She likes to claim that she's not a good cook, but I don't think I've ever had a turkey that was better than what she made that night.  That, gravy, stuffing (which is not like US stuffing...), mashed potatoes (from scratch), cranberry sauce (from a jar?), and a failed attempt at green bean casserole made one of my most memorable Thanksgivings ever.

And yes, that is an ironing board we're eating on.  I already said that I was getting a new table. :)

Who's Legal Now!?

For those of you who know my love of cars, it might be surprising to know that 10 months into my UK residence, I still don't have a car in the UK. To be truthful, it hasn't really hampered me that much. I'm a kilometer away from the grocery, work is about 13 kilometers away and I've got a bicycle that I love. One of the side effects of not having a car, is that I don't have a driver's license. I've lived here for 10 months and don't have a single piece of UK government issued ID!

But those times are changing. Now that Jill is very close to arriving (middle of November, fingers crossed) I'm going to start doing a lot more traveling. In addition, we'll need to buy a car which means some test driving. For all of these things either Jill is going to drive (over her dead body), or I'm going to have to break down to get a license.

And so I have, sort of. I've got my provisional license now which is the first step to a full driving license. In the next couple of weeks I've got to take a couple of tests and then I'll get the real thing. Then watch out Britain!

Buda and Pest

During the same week as my trip to Cork, I also traveled Budapest, Hungary for work. (4 passport stamps in one week, eat that Jill!) The trip itself was a bit intense to say the least.

On Friday morning, I woke up at 4am to catch a car with my coworker Paul to Heathrow. Our plane left at 07.50 and was nicely on time. I guess that early in the morning, Heathrow hasn't had a chance to become a mess yet. After touchdown we waited a bit for another co-worker and took a cab into the city for a meeting with a parter. After the meeting we had a couple of hours to kill before a group dinner.

I had planned on taking a nap during that break, but thankfully Paul convinced me to go out and do some sightseeing with him. It was amazing in Budapest. We walked up and down the Danube riverfront totaling about 13km. Since we walked up one side and down the other, we technically saw both Buda and Pest. It took us a couple of hours, but we got to see the sun set over the mountains which was worth it. I can now see why Jill says it's one of her favorite cities. To see my (small) photoset check here.

Unfortunately after dinner and a bit of drinking, Paul and I had to call it a night. We got up the next morning at 4am to catch the flight home! I believe that when we worked it out we spent less than 18 hours actually in Hungary. I can't wait for Jill to get over here so we can go back and spend some quality time in the city.

The one good thing about this flight home was that we landed at Gatwick at exactly the same time as my parents did. They were coming in from the US to spend 10 days traveling around the south of the UK with me. Hopefully this post encourages my parents to put up their pictures so I can blog about it.

So what other Eastern European cities do I need to see?

Fog

When I think of Britain (in the abstract I mean), I always think of the Kevin Costner movie, Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves. Now getting here and noticing that there were all of these roads and shopping malls was a bit disappointing. But nothing really matches up to the fact that there's almost no fog.

From what I hear, it's just that there isn't much fog in the South, while other parts of the country get it regularly. But I'm disappointed no more. When I woke up this morning, I noticed that I couldn't see anything out my windows. Heck, I couldn't even see across the street!

Here are a couple of photos from the morning.



Next I'm hoping to see someone with a long bow.

Bounty

After a layoff due to a crazy couple of weeks, I'm back with a few posts. The first of these deals with my recent eating competition.


I love Bounty bars. For those who've never encountered one it's like an Almond Joy without the almonds. Now before anyone says it, that is not a Mounds bar. A Mounds has dark chocolate instead of milk chocolate and totally changes the flavor. A Bounty stays with milk chocolate and might be the best food ever made.

At some point in a moment of stupidity, I mentioned to Rob that I could eat an entire case (24 pairs) of Bounty bars in a day. Stupidly, a coworker named Chris said he could as well. And from this, a competition formed. Since we both thought we could eat our way though it was a test to see who was fastest.

After numerous delays, we finally set off to eating and it turns out that it's way way way too much to eat in a single day. I managed to make it up to 24 single Bounties, exactly half of my goal while Chris beat me with 28. Suffice to say that we both realized that discretion was the better part of valor and didn't try to go the whole way. As part of losing the competition I got to wear a special shirt for a day. Let no one say that I don't pay off on my bets.


During our eating we took to doing some calculations about what we were consuming. Turns out that even if I'd eaten my entire goal my total sodium intake would have been half of my daily allowance. So if you've got blood pressure problems, Bounties are your food. We also noticed that if we'd hit the goal we would have consumed 13,000% of our daily allowance in calories. So by only eating half, I managed to only consume 1 weeks of calories that day instead of two. :)

So, what foods have you consumed in stupidly large quantities?

Green and Wet

I can now say that Ireland is indeed green and wet. That being said it appears to be a beautiful country and I'm sad that I didn't get to explore while I was here. I'm sure I'll be back though and I'll be able to see if my first impressions (like Great Britain, only newer) stand up.

Things I've learned while I was here:

• The Irish passport stamp is green


• A quick after conference drink is actually an event unto itself, with a lot of drinking


• Murphy's (brewed in Cork) is better than Guiness, but I think I like Beamish most of all

And no I didn't see any fellow Leprechauns ;)

Status Report

I realize that I haven't been blogging lately, but it's just because my life's been so boring! I've been staying away from holiday time so I have some saved up for when Jill gets here, but she just doesn't seem to be getting here.

But no longer! This is the week that exciting things start happening.

First, Jill noticed that today the Home Office has finally moved to under a month from her application.

Second, next week I'm going to Cork, Ireland for three days for a conference (in fact I'm putting off doing slides, by blogging).

Third, I go to Budapest at the end of the week to interview some new contractors.

Fourth, I get back to London on Saturday morning just in time to meet my parents at the airport! They're coming over for 10 days to see London and Southwestern England. Expect blogging and photos galore from that trip.

Fifth, sometime over the next two weeks I'm getting a gigantic couch! It's only been 9 months and I'm finally starting to make it feel like home.

That's all about me over the next month, but I feel like I'm so out of touch with the rest of my friends back in the US. What kinds of things are you doing? Anything new? Or just dodging hurricanes?

Faccombe, I'm going home!

Last weekend, I had the pleasure of doing the second leg of the Test Valley Tour. It's one of those things that kind of sneaks up on you though. In fact, while I knew it was coming up, I didn't have any idea what the date was until I got an email warning about registration two weeks before the ride. Needless to say, there was no time for any real training. Although maybe that was a good thing. The email actually explicitly mentioned that this one was going to be 'hillier' than the last one. Now I've got to say, I remember the last ride and it wasn't exactly flat.

So I got up at some stupid hour on a Sunday morning and rolled down to Rob's house. Adrian picked us both up there, and we drove about 45 minutes north to an area outside of Andover. After a little bit of prep-work, we set off in the cold. The prediction had been that there would be rain all day, so when it appeared that it was just going to be overcast, it was great. And in the end there were about 5 minutes of spitting rain towards the end of the ride, but in general the ride was dry.

Now, the route itself was killer. This was the longest distance (112.4km), longest time (4:23), and most climbing (1199.6m) I've ever done on a bike. In addition to that the group of us were going to focus on keeping with Adrian's training schedule. This meant that on anything other than a serious climb, he couldn't go out of heart ranges 1 and 2 (of a possible 5). Now, I'd been on a ride with him the weekend before and I knew that that wasn't going to be all that slow.




You can see from the profile, there were some serious hills on this ride. There were a number of climbs over 16% grade and you had to use all your strength just to keep your cranks turning over. I just can't imagine how the Sportive riders used their race chain-rings on hills like that.

There wasn't really any drama on the ride, other than about half way through I got a puncture on my front wheel. 5 minutes to put a new tube and and off we went. Thankfully Rob and Adrian stopped with me otherwise, I'm not sure how I would have made it to the end.

I'd have to say that one of the best parts of the ride happened around 95km. You go through a town called 'Faccombe' (it's pronounced without the 'b'...) and there's a split. Go left and you can do another 50km for the Sportive ride, or you can go right and finish the 100km Challenge ride. Needless to say we took the right fork and called it a day.

I managed to stay with Adrian until 109.8km. But right there at the end there was a dreadful little climb. I just didn't have anything left in my legs and Adrian dropped me and I rolled into the finish about 3 minutes later than him. The good news was that it wasn't nearly as bad as Rob who dropped at about 50km and did the back half on his own. He did manage to do it only 20 minutes or so slower than the two of us, so that was great work as well.


This is the last competitive ride of the season for me and I can tell you that I'm glad. I've been riding essentially 6 days a week ever week since I moved here in January. I've ridden nearly 5000km and boy are my legs tired. I'm just hoping to have a car soon and maybe take it a little easier than I have been.

Bicycle Friendly

Earlier today, I was walking around the back of my complex and noticed some new asphalt had been laid. It was on a hill and rather than just laying a ramp that cars would be tempted to drive up, stairs were made. The interesting thing is that this would be a great shortcut through my complex, but the stairs are so large, that I'd break my bike in half if I tried to ride up or down them. But, being a very bike friendly place, I noticed this:


Every step has a ramp on the side, so you CAN ride up and down. How cool is that?! Being a Floridan, we don't have much occasion for stairs like this, but if the rest of the US doesn't do it, they should.

Shark!!!

While I was in the US, I got to take a dive trip down to Jupiter, Florida. I've dove out of Jupiter before, but never on the charter that I was on. It was a great time and we saw above-average diving for the east coast of Florida. I've uploaded a photoset with a combination of above and under water pictures from my father, mother, and brother.

One of the things I get asked the most about my diving by non-divers is how close you get to sharks when you're under. To help illustrate it, here are a couple of videos from this last trip. I'll say that the sharks were no where near as aggressive as I've seen and are about what we see most of the time.

Galen and I were heads down taking some pictures of reef fish when I stuck my head up and did a 360. I noticed this shark just sort of tracking us curiously. Nothing aggressive and you can see that as soon as we turned and saw him, he headed away. There isn't really any scale, but he's about 5 feet long and about 40 feet away.


This one on the other hand was much, much closer. The dive master noticed a group of three nurse sharks hiding under a ledge (they are one of the few sharks that doesn't have to swim to breath and they like to lie together) and we all crowded round. The first two sharks got away pretty quickly, but we had inadvertently cornered this pregnant female. I'm the body directly on the other side of the shark as the camera pans, so we were pretty close. :)


You can see that even cornered, all the shark wants to do is get away. It does help that the nurse shark is incredibly docile with 27 attacks and no deaths since 1580.

Hopefully this gives everyone an idea of what it's like underwater and convinces some of you that it's worth it to take up diving. Anywhere, anytime, just give me a call.

In the Trees

For those who were wondering, I did surprise Jill! She claims she knew, but I don't trust her. There was definitely some smiling going on, and she doesn't typically do that if she knows I'm coming.

We had a great week together including her birthday party, some strawberry picking, trips to multiple Apple Stores, and more. One of the best things was actually somewhat accidental. We'd gone out to do some shopping one morning before an interview that Jill was doing. We'd struck out at a couple of stores (although I did go to a HUGE bicycle shop) and we had some time to kill. We didn't feel like eating or going any place special so Jill took us to a public arboretum. It was fantastic! On a hot day, we simply sat among the cool trees and just had some quality time together; something we don't get to do much. I don't really do it very often, but it's always nice when you can relax a bit on vacation.

The trip was too short and I can't wait until she gets here, but it was a great time while I was there.

Surprise!

I've been quiet this last couple of weeks because I had something big plans. Jill's 30th was the last weekend, so I surprised her by flying over to Seattle. We've had a great week so far and on Wednesday, I'm flying down to my parents in Florida to hang out and do some SCUBA diving. If any of you in Florida are reading this, I'd be interested in meeting up. Just ping me via email and we'll see if we can work something out.

Isle of Wight - Part 2

So tomorrow actually means next week and then some. But as promised here are some statistics and graphs from our Isle of Wight trip. As I looked over some of these graphs, I realized that our newer riders did some serious stuff. From day one, the map:


You can see that day one was pretty short relative to the entire trip. But it was a good thing. We go scones, some sight-seeing and an early finish for the new guys. Even knowing that it was short, you can see by the following graph that there wasn't much flat. We climbed 700m and most importantly climbed one monster hill at the end of the day! We even managed a 15 kph average which was a fair bit faster than I had accounted for.


Day two was a fair bit longer, 67.5 km versus 47.2 km, but again our new guys did really well. I can remember that the first couple of times I went out with Rob and Adrian I was totally shattered at the end of 50km. This time, everyone was hauling gear and the hills were higher I think ;)


You can see that we had an even better average speed on the second day and had quite the insane climb to start the morning. But you can see that touching nearly 55 kph coming back down the hill was pretty fun.


This should finish up the Isle of Wight posts, but I think we're planning a three day trip to Wales later this year, so be on the lookout for more insane cycling.

The Isle of Wight

Last weekend was the inaugural 'Lad's Cycling Weekend'. To say it was a blast doesn't really do it justice. It was the most fun I've had since I've been in the UK and that's saying something. I'm late to posting, so I don't want to repeat everything that Rob's written about the weekend. If you haven't already done so, go there and read about it. What I do want to do is show some of my favorite pictures and in the next post show off some of the stats. If you'd rather see the entire photo set click here.

I was really impressed that the ferry we rode over on had a bike shed on it (the yellow bit). You knew that this was going to be a bike friendly island when you saw that.


Every time we stopped we were like a little gang. We'd lay out our bikes and sort of occupy the site. This picture is from our scone stop and you can see what a motley crew we were.


A huge thanks has to go out to Sally for booking one of the most amazing hotels we could have found. The climb back up the cliff the next morning wasn't great, but when you look out your window and see the sea, it's a good thing.


Dinner was an interesting experience. Good seafood all around, and this was the prawn genocide that Sam committed. It was amazing how many he got to start, but then he stacked the carcasses so that they were staring at you. That was just creepy.


One of the things that we didn't realize after the hour long ferry and the day full of riding was that we hadn't really gone that far. Only 40km? Heck that's a 90 minute ride on the road bike.


If I had to choose, I'd say that the length of the days is the hardest thing for me to come to grips with in the UK. This picture was taken at 9.30pm! And it's this light at 5.00am too.



Being a Floridan and near the sea I couldn't resist taking a dip. At some point I should think that the coast of the UK is a bit colder than the coast of Florida.


The next morning, we had a great breakfast that restored our energy and set us up well for a full day of riding


Well for about 10 seconds until we hit the 25% grade!


After about an hour of riding we got to a nice peak at the southern tip of the island. If you blow up the picture you can see the chalk cliffs of Freshwater and Needles at the end. This is probably my second favorite picture of the weekend.



One of the things that I really liked about the island (and that will draw my father) is that they've really kept the rustic feel of the place. One of the biggest things was there are an amazing number of thatched roof houses on the trip. This is just one example, and by no means the most impressive.


This is my favorite picture. As we approached Freshwater and lunch on the second day, we were all really exhausted. It'd been up and down and after the previous day everyone was feeling it. Unfortunately we had to climb a serious hill right before we entered town. At the top everyone stopped and waited for the stragglers and generally had a good look. As we don't really have chalk cliffs, or cliffs at all for that matter in Florida, this was absolutely stunning.



That's it for my favorite photos from my set, but I encourage you to take a look at Rob's post and photo set as well. Part 2 will include cycling stats tomorrow.