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Trip to Redcliffe

We arrived from Sydney on the 29th and felt that wasting the 2 days until New Year’s Eve, wouldn’t be so nice. So, on the 30th, we caught the bus to Redcliffe, which is a holiday area notrh of Brisbane. I wanted to see the jetty. In the movies it is around jetties that all the important stuff is happening (like a meeting between two heads of mafia clans, deciding the future of a certain X person, two lovers making “for ever”-like promises to one another, son and father seeing each other after a decade and other similar things). What we saw, were a bunch of 60 year olds having their share of sunshine and another bunch of 15-18 year olds jumping for fun off the jetty in the area where it said “jumping forbidden”. Ah..youth! 🙂 Brings back old memories…
It was relaxing, except fo rthe fact the we took the longest way home, following the indications of an almost impossible to understand bus driver.
Oh and some time ago was saying something about being attacked by 2 butterflies. Well it happened again. But this time I got them on tape. Revenge! Muahahhaa!

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Stradbroke Island

It’s been a long time since I posted here. Back to any of my homes, people have started preparing for Christmas, buying presents, setting up the tree, etc. I miss that. But I’m not doing too bad either. 🙂
In this spirit, we went yesterday to the Stradbroke Island. It’s maybe two hours trip from place to place. Not that is so far away from Brisbane, we had to change one bus, one train (to Cleveland), one ferry (to Dunwich) and another bus to Lookout Point on the island.
This island is quite big (see the Wikipedia link) and is full of..nothing. There are actually two areas where people are concentrated: Lookout Point and Amity Point.
Arrrrghh! I don’t feel like giving all these geographical details about the place. The idea is that there is so much wild life there, is so quiet, just a few surfers or fishermen or backpackers. And the beaches!!!! Mmmmm… People back home have asked me “How’s the beach, how’s the ocean?” Well.. they are just perfect! On the eastern part of the island it’s the Main Beach which is…HUGE. Wide and incredibly long. Out of curiosity I checked last night on Google Maps and it’s never ending! It goes on for miles and miles. And yesterday I was actually tempted to walk for as long as I can along this beach hoping I would reach its end. Glad I didn’t do it. 🙂
What else? You will see from the pictures, the landscape is simply breath-taking. Some regions with very steep and beautifully carved shores. We were able to spot dolphins playing in the water, just a few tenths of meters in the open. It’s just impossible to describe how it feels to see animals in their natural habitat. Given the fact that most of the tourists are hypnotized by the Great Barrier, not many of them stop on this island. And that is great because it gave me the opportunity to breathe and enjoy the wilderness in all its splendor.

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I am not in the mood for writing – in 28h S. will be here 🙂 , but I promised to myself I will keep track of things. And it’s more like a moral duty to put down the few notes I made immediately after the boat-trip. Notes on the people I shared this experience with, because for me was nothing like I expected.
So, beside me, there were another 31 people on board of the New Horizon. The ones I remember are:
– the Swedish couple: quiet and nice. They were looking like they had been there from the beginning of the Universe. People you can rely on, calm, tender and warm. Simon – red headed, short curly hair. She – simple, harmonious.

– German people:
– she 1: black hair, big nose, on a quest for something around the globe after finishing her studies; a bit “I’ve been there, done that” kind of person, with a brownish tan.
– she 2: was actually Swiss, blond, easy going, 18, speaks French, English fluently, wants to become a doctor and go to Canada next year to visit a friend.
– she 3: nice smile, body, chestnut hair, naive
– she 4, 5: nothing special
– he + she 6 = love; Franziska – horrible horrible person with an always grumpy face. There is no trouble in Paradise, sweetie!
– she 7 – maybe 18, with a bandage wrapped around her swallowed left foot, always wining, drinks Cola light because of an “I’m fat” complex

– British couple: hairdresser + always drunk looking like guy. She: very friendly, bleached long hair, huge ring and necklace with amber, tattoo of a fairy around her ankle and another flower above her butt. I didn’t really understand if they were now living here or were just on holidays. He looked like an alcoholic, rather quiet though, with a tattoo on his right shoulder in the back (something tribal). His feet were dirty all the freakin’ time! I would say they were both around 25 years.

– Irish couple: her name I don’t know but it surely was something like Annabelle or Anne Marie. She simply looked like that. I liked her in the beginning. Curly blondish – dyed – hair, friendly. Then..things changed. I don’t know why. Just not my kind of person. She was putting on make-up for crying out loud! On the ship..in the middle of the ocean..gloss..mascara and some fancy thing for the eyebrows! Wtf? And her boyfriend was as stupid as a rock! Worse than two donkeys – as we would say in Romanian. He would always go “Fucking fucking fuck!”. But their accent was irresistible. Listening to them jabbing was like listening to Merry and Pippin from Lord of the Rings. 🙂

– another Irish chick: unimportant. Just that she was small, long eye lashed, very sharp face, had a ring with a green stone, green round earrings made of some textile. Was reading a very thick book treating it horribly.

– 4 Spanish people – 2 couples: I think the “he”s were brothers. One of them very hairy, curly, with cool sunglasses – John Lennon like, tattoo on the back of his shoulders. Did I mention he was hairy? 🙂 His girlfriend – Beavis look-a-like, with long face, lot of hair (they had to match, right?), without an ass, quiet. The other guy a bit less hairy, kind of like e cartoon character. His “she” was short but good looking, black straight hair, ALWAYS talking. They somehow pissed me off because of their inaccessibility. Whatever.

– German guy: Jonas. Looked like the base player from Limp Bizkit without the make up..meaning..a bit ridiculous. With a beard, but without mustache, a small pony tail, smoking a lot of Marlboro red. He had the attitude on a cool uncool guy, if you know what I mean.

– 2 British HOs: she 1 had a tattoo on the back, above the butt and one .. actually I should say two..on her butt cheeks, rather low positioned. She 2 – I pictured her as a sweet girl, but unfortunately she is not to become a sweet adult at all. Somehow they were the only ones quite attached to the crew, which I don’t think had anything else in mind than “drink & get laid”. They were all going “fuck off” and “shut the fuck up” at each other.

-2 guys – rather quiet. One of them was an angelic blond. Listening to music at their iPODs all the time, even though we had music on the ship.
I forgot the rest…

The crew: Skipper – fat, short, red hair … freaking everywhere, nothing like my dad; Dave and the guy with black hair and the guy who laughed all the time like an idiot – these were the ones caring about us, making the announcements, working on the ship, taking us with a smaller boot to the beach and so on. They were tooooooo damn talkative, sometimes even abusive, rather bad mannered, but in a strange way…fun.
Laura – the cook – French, a tattoo with some hebrew letters on the back of her neck, 2 piercings – one in the nose, one in the lower lip, 2 ankle bracelets. She cooked the most delicious fish on the first night on the ship. Came from France to have fun and make a living.

All in all, despite the colorful landscape, sometimes too noisy..it was worth! I slept extremely good in that tiny almost claustrophobic bed, had good food, got the chance to see how kinds behave in their world trips. This brings me to a regret I have. I’Ve never been in such a journey. Maybe it’s time to do so!

Oh..and something that would make a good motive for a tattoo are the most-used words by the crew: “Alright? Sweet! Happy days!” 🙂

Maybe I will put some pictures some other time. now I am really tired of all this writing.

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This week has been a bit busy. From work point of view and also..personal stuff. That’s why I haven’t really posted anything anymore. I do have some new pictures, but now I am on my way to the airport. What do you mean what airport?! I already mentioned I will be going to the Whitsunday Islands this weekend. And from the Airlie Beach off for a 2 day cruise around these islands.
So..camera – check, passport – check, swimwear – check, hat – check, maps – check, tooth paste and brush – check, shower gel – check, towel – check, sun lotion – check, books – check..
Did I leave anything out? Wallet and cellphone – check.
Ok, so I guess I am ready to go.

I’ll see you guys one paradise later!

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Friday in a glass

Oooops, I did it again! Just when I was on the verge of going home, all pissed off at my day…someone whispered in my ear something about a trip to the Whitsunday Islands. Naturally, when it comes to going away (I would use here the Romanian “hai-hui”), all my antennas were re-directed, all my neuronal mechanism started to go all “tica-taca”. So I stayed and talked to some people trying to establish a plan for getting away two weekends from now. And then there was the French guy, whose name is Breece (have no idea how you spell it, it just rimes with Greece), telling me about what cool CFD simulations he did on the SCRAMJET inlet. So I got carried away. My desire of being grumpy and happy with my grumpiness disappeared like “Poofff!”. And when Thomas came and asked if I wanted to go for a pizza, I was all..yeeeey! By the way, it was the most delicious pizza I’ve ever tried. Maybe because I was hungry, but it was not too thick with all the goodies on it..MMMMmm!
And what do you think goes well with a pizza? A beer, of course! But this time I precisely remember how many tiny glasses I had. 🙂 I took some nice pictures that I thought I’d share with you.
What was cooler was that walking home from the bus station I got on Beatrice street which is, like most of the streets in Taringa suburb, veeeeery steep. The breeze coming from the city made trees shiver. It was so pleasant! I said to myself like Natalie Portman in Garden State “My hair is blowing in the wind!” and smiled. It was a very nice feeling to do some “Ueeeeeaaaaoooooo, neeeeeeaaaaoooooooooo!” with the hands spread like wings and fly downhill. 🙂

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Koala? Where?

At the Lone Pine Koala sanctuary, that’s where. I went there on Sunday with Arianna.
Useless tu say it was at least interesting.

Q:„So..where is this place?“
A:„Just 10 minutes drive from Taringa suburb, somewhere in the south-west of Brisbane.“
Q:„What is so spezial about this place?“
A:„Well..it’s more like a zoo, but with less animals and the biggest number of koalas in captivity.“
Q:„How many?“
A:„About 130…“
Q:„What kind of koalas?“
A:„All kinds you can meet in Australia, all ages. They have the young ones (up to 2 years old, while the longest lived koala reached 23 years in captivity; the ones living out there only make it up to 10-12) – very playful and active; the adults who look nothing more than a stoned bear..aaa..marsupial, I appologize; the mom&cub area where you can really see small koala on top of large koala; and the retiring home with grannys over 12 years old who are, remarcably, more active than the adults.“
Q:„What does a koala feed on?“
A:„Eucaliptus and nothing else.“
Q:„Don’t they drink any water?“
Q:„Isn’t that weird?“
A:„Well it might be. Not sure. But that is definetely the answer to why are they so..still? It’s because eucaliptus is toxic…it kinda gets them high. And it also contains no sugar, so they don’t have so much energy.“ – That’s also why the sex is probably very boring! 🙂
Q:„You said this place is more like a zoo. What other animals are there?“
A:„Errmm..Kangaroos, wallabies (meaning smaller kangaroos and nicer I might add), dingos, Tasmanian devil, wombat, a bunch of handsome snakes, a crocodile, some sheep dogs, emu, lot of cuckatoos and other screaming birds, some huuuuge bats (they are called something like fox-bat or so…Geeee! I wonder why?! They were just hangin’) and..other stuff that I forgot.“
Q:„Something special about any of these God-given-creatures?“
A:„Mmm..no. Oh, wait. The Tasmanian devil can eat the equivalent of their body mass, around 12 kilos or so. And they are not big. Nor scarry. Just bigger rats. And..the wombat looks like a weasel, but is actually a disguised koala. It lives underground. The dingo didn’t look so dangerous. Was expecting more! And..the koalas make ugly noises when they mate. Some sort of snorrs.“
Q:„Would you recommend the place?“
A:„Definetely! Except fort he ridiculously expensive food, it’s awesome! You can sit somewhere in a field and read and the kangaroos and wallabies are coming to you out of curiousity or something. It’s more like a nature park, not like any zoo I’ve seen in Europe. The koalas are sitting in trees and there is just a 1.20m fence around them..nothing else. You are not allowed to touch them or jump the fence of course, but they feel very close. The other biting animals are, of course, kept somewhere behind a higher fence. Everything is relaxing, because the place is in an unaltered nature. So yeah, go there!“
Q:„All right so..thank you for your time!“

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Friday’s few beers

I am not the „water with 2 slices of lemon“ kind of girl. I like to ..have „a few beers“, like the Aussies would say. This is precisely what we did on Friday. By „we“ I mean the few SCRAMJET geeks at the institute: Arianna and Melrose, colleagues from the PhD project, people I met back in Germany (but this shouldn’t fool you concerning their nationality: Arianna is Italian, Melrose, whose actual name is not Melrose, comes from Scottland) , the French under-age guy whose name I always forget, James – the „Dude, 35 years old?!“ guy (it’s actually a joke whose responsibility I bear: given the fact that most of us are under 30, when I found out his age, my reaction was like „DUDE!!! 35??“; it happened on last „a few beers Friday“), Wilsooooooon, the Singaporean guy who does have a Ching Chong name but doesn’t use it with us, ignorants…who else? Ah, yeah, and Tom, the author of the best Apfelstrudel I’ve ever tried – yeah he is German and always makes fun of my „Dude!!!“-reaction.
It should be mentioned that here you buy 1.2 L of beer in a bigger container and then you get glasses aditionally. The glasses have around 0.3L I would say..and therefore is hard to keep track of how much you drink. 😀 It’s like with the Kölsch beer in Köln. You never realize it was quite enough until you stand up to go to the toilet. 🙂
It was fun!
After we closed the Staff Club on campus, we went to eat what was to be the best Kebab ever! Ok, maybe not as good as the one in Constanta. I will always stand by that! But goooooood! Especially because it came at the moment when I was freakin’ hungry!
As usual: enjoy the pictures!

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