Category: Trip

Sea Legs

There were pernicious rumors a while ago that I was, shall we say, ‘weak to boats’. To put it bluntly, the rumors suggested I was a jelly-legged half-man that fainted at the first sight of a wave crest when sailing across the briny deep.

I scoff at these rumors, and today was proof of that!

I woke so early it was still yesterday and since I couldn’t return to sleep I read and sorted my luggage until sunup. Then I walked down to the pier at Circular Quay and bordered a ferry bound for Manly!

It’s only a 22 minute trip but for a couple of those minutes the ferry crosses the harbour entrance, which is famously choppy. At this point the boat bounced up and down and left and right and I rode it like a king. My sea legs were as sturdy as ever, and not even for one moment did I faint! And it’s not like the boat didn’t have the potential to sicken: I beheld some green-faced passengers who seemed to be praying for land, and I gave them a steely glance as I inwardly laughed at their pathetic weakness.

It was very early and nothing was open in the Manly shopping street, but the beach was beautiful and I walked it’s length before returning to ride a ferry back to the Sydney piers again.

Oh and check out the vending machine above: for only $2 you can buy a mask from a possessed girl with glowing eyes!

Back in Sydney I ate and wandered around and eventually ended up playing a ufo catcher machine in Chinatown. And believe it or not I won!

Not bad for about $30 wouldn’t you agree? 😉

33 Hours

I flew to Australia today, and yesterday. The trip took me 33 hours and was a living hell.

I dutifully followed Covid regulations and advice, and wore a mask virtually nonstop the entire time. Few others did.

That’s a photo of Jack, a service dog that sat in the footwell of my seat-neighbor on one of the domestic flights. Once his owner fell asleep he scooted over and used my feet as his pillow for almost the entire 4 hour flight. I didn’t want to wake him since he was cute 🙂

I walked around Atlanta airport for 3 hours and didn’t come close to visiting all 192 gates. I did stumble upon a nifty display of collectible licensed lunchboxes though!

By the time I got to LA I was ruined both in body and soul. It was with a heavy heart I staggered onto the ‘big flight’ which then progressed in the usual way: seemingly endless tedium. But I made it in the end, and 33 hours after leaving home I made it to my Sydney hotel.

Of course the jetlag is intense, but this time since I was loathe to remove my mask I suspect I was dehydrated and famished as well when I got here. Happily that’s been remedied, but I think it will take a few days for the blisters at the top of my ears (from 30+ hours of mask wearing to go away).

Life’s Great Adventure

How many times have I traveled internationally? And where have I gone? The list has become long (and old) enough that I’m starting to forget. Time to refresh my memory!

My first trip was when I was a swaddling babe, and we went as a family from PNG to Germany (that’s us upon arrival in 1972), staying for several months and then jetting back to Australia to live. I don’t of course remember this, but until I left Australia at age 21 this was the first time I ever flew.

In 1993 (when the above was taken), I jetted to the USA with a suitcase full of books and records and very few clothes! I don’t remember much of the trip now, but it remains the only one-way air ticket I’ve ever bought myself. It would be seven more years before I flew again.

In late December 2000 I flew back to Australia, and what a trip it was! The years had changed me, but looking at the above photo (taken in early January 2001) I can’t say for sure what I had become! I had a great time and – since this was pre-blog – even wrote a mini travelogue book about it. I knew this wasn’t to be my last trip abroad, and the travel bug had most definitely bitten.

Including the above trip, and in the years since, here’s where and when I’ve traveled internationally. I’ve listed this chronologically, and the Australia trips usually span the end of the listed year and into the next:

  • Australia (2000)
  • Canada (2001)
  • Japan (2002)
  • Japan (2004)
  • Japan (2006)
  • Australia (2006)
  • Puerto Rico (2008)
  • Australia (2008)
  • Japan (2009)
  • Australia (2009)
  • England (2010)
  • Australia (2010)
  • Australia (2011)
  • Australia (2012)
  • Japan (2013)
  • Canada (2013)
  • Australia (2013)
  • Australia (2014)
  • Ireland (2015)
  • England (2015)
  • France (2015)
  • Germany (2015)
  • Australia (2015)
  • England (2016)
  • Australia (2016)
  • Japan (2017)
  • Australia (2017)
  • Scotland (2018)
  • Australia (2018)
  • Japan (2019)
  • Australia (2019)
  • Japan (2020)

2015 was a year wasn’t it?! I visited five countries, and flew over 70,000 miles in that year alone! Looking at this list makes me regret not signing up for frequent flyer rewards a long time ago, but in my defense I always hopped airlines going with the cheapest, whereas these days I choose comfort instead!

That’s a lot of international trips, and the list includes 40 long-haul Pacific flights. I have memories of all of these, although to be true the many Oz trips tend to blur into one! Critics may say I go to the same places too often (Australia 14 times! Japan 8 times!) but I go where I want to be, and I hope the many trips I will take in my life return to those destinations again 🙂

Here’s where I’ve been in map form:

And since you’re wondering, travel snaps can show how my look changed during these years…

There’s me in Japan in 2006. I chose this photo because I was astonished to learn I still have this shirt!

Here’s me in Canada in 2013, playing with a photo mode of the digital camera I had in those days. My head looks fat!

England in 2016. I’m growing into my mature self here. And I wish I had those fish’n’chips in front of me right now!

And that’s me on my last day in Japan in 2020. You can tell in my eyes I knew about Covid at this point, and I was wondering when I’d be able to travel again after returning to the USA the very next day. I doubt I would have believed it would be over two years.

After a failed attempt last December, next week will be the day I once again hop on a plane and jet off for foreign shores. For the fifteenth times since moving to the USA, I will once again return to Australia. For obvious reasons the trip will be different from the usual, but I hope not drastically. As usual, you can read about my adventures here on the blog.