Monday, October 31, 2011

Welcome back to Bangkok

[Since I was so busy in Bangkok for Fulbright orientation, I am doing two very long blog posts about the entire month. Woopsies! And there won't be many pictures because my camera is currently undergoing surgery, so I will be relying on Sarah Lee who takes amazing photos, to send me some of hers]

After spending two months on a crazy backpacking adventure, I was pretty excited to settle down in Bangkok and begin a new routine for a month. It had been a while since I had used the same shower twice, and I was pretty excited to have one bed and one shower for a month. I was ready to just live in Bangkok. And it started off very promising.

On the flight over, I sat behind a guy in an All Blacks fan jersey. I asked if he was a Kiwi, and we started talking about the rugby world cup. He was just in Bangkok for a week, but was staying with a friend that he used to play with, and who plays for a team in Bangkok, the Southerners. Great first connection! So he got me in touch with his friend, and I now had the name of a bar to go see the rest of the world cup games I would be missing out on, and a friend-to-be who I could watch play rugby! Long story short, after a couple trips to the recommended bar for several world cup games, and after going to one of their games in Bangkok, I had myself signed up for a co-ed rugby touch team in Bangkok! Easy as that. Talk about wanting routine, I fell into a sweet routine of rugby world cup on the weekends with the guys from the Southerners team and from my touch team, playing touch on Tuesdays, and watching the Southerners on Thursdays. And I thought I would be going through rugby withdrawal when I got to Bangkok! But this little piece of heaven could only last one month until I head up to Sukothai, where it is unheard of for women to play rugby.

The guys I play touch with are great. They’re almost all married ex-pats in their 30s that just love to play. They are a little intense sometimes, especially the French guy, he won’t pass to me. But there is an English dude that really helped me with the rules (touch is way different than tackle, and they play league rules instead of union), and acts like an uncle to me. He always tells me where to be on the field and passes to me as much as he can, then let’s me know where they’re watching the next world cup game so I can join them. Then there is Patricio from the Southerners team. He’s probably my favorite because he’s so goofy. He’s a big dude from Ecuador, and running is not his thing. He came to play touch with us one weekend, and it was the hottest weather I’ve ever played in (I've never sweat so much in my life), with no mercy from the blazing sun. He just glared at me, and said “I’m a forward. I don’t run this much” and would just roll his eyes if someone got by him. Hehe. I was sitting with him when South Africa lost (ugh) to Australia (ugh!). I was among other guys from the Southerners team (including an adorable South African that was so into the game, and constantly yelling “come on boys!” to the TV) and Patricio pointed out that the six of us were all from different continents: Keeta from Japan, Billy from Australia, Patricio from Ecuador, me from the states, Duncan from England, and Mikey from South Africa. Pretty cool. And the Japanese rugby players are really great people too. Keeta just started playing when he was 36, and is now in his 40’s. He comes to play touch sometimes too, and he’s really good! And I like him because he lets me talk to him in half English, half Japanese. The best part is he responds in half English, half Japanese. My other favorite is this little Filipino girl that has been playing touch for 9 years. She’s tiny, and not the best rugby player, but I love her because she recites the rules as she plays, constantly whispering to herself “offsides, I’m covering yellow shirt, back 5 meters” etc. So cute! So yeah, that’s my rugby world in Bangkok.

Since I’m so paranoid of getting fat from eating all this great food all of the time, I’ve been trying to keep active outside of rugby. We are so lucky to be living at the Chulalongkorn University dorm, because it’s right next to the National Stadium, a huge 1.25 km running track with soccer fields, smaller tracks and workout stations. The best time to run is at sunset, when it’s not too hot and just starting to get dark. You get the coolest mix of people! When it’s still light, there are kids playing with toys on the track, and students in dance clubs practicing. As it gets darker, these groups get replaced by skate boarders, kids playing football, and a strange sport that is a mix between hackey sack and volleyball. Meanwhile, I am the only girl on the track and constantly being passed by old athletes. I could never outrun them. At 6:00 PM everyday, (Dad, I wonder if they did this when you were growing up) they play the national anthem, and everyone stops what their doing and faces the flag as its lowered. I mess it up every time. The first time I saw it happened, I was walking out of 711, and the world stopped while the national anthem played from some discrete speakers. Everyone stood still until it was over, then continued walking, or sat down to finish their cigarette. At the national stadium, I would be caught in the middle of a run, or a stretch, and only notice when people started moving again that I had already missed the national anthem. Stupid Fralang!

Also at the National Stadium is Thai kick boxing! Which I totally tried. Me and a few other friends went to one of their free introductory classes, where we learned basic kicking and punching techniques, then got an hour of guided practice. One of the boxers that was in the ring practicing when we got in helped me perfect my kicks, and said I had real potential as a boxer because I can kick higher than his Japanese students. It’s a good back up plan if this teaching thing doesn’t work out for me.

Another back up plan is Thai Khon dancing. Our second week here, we all went to see a Thai dance performance based on the Thai epic, Khon. The whole thing was very slow moving, much like the party scene from the Nutcracker, but even worse because it took up the first three quarters of the show! Then, finally, the monkeys came into the scene! They are so cool. In boring scenes, they sit in the back and goof around, pick each others noses, do handstands, and fun things like that. And then their scenes are always upbeat and full of somersaults and lifting each other. I can totally imagine myself being a monkey dancer, even though I’m pretty sure you have to be a boy, and fully Thai. But maybe in my next life, it’s definitely something to aspire towards. Overall, even though the performance was painfully slow, the entire piece was so amazing with all of the ornate costumes and overdone makeup. Plus, as the curtain was coming down, the lead monster totally grabbed the prince's butt. Oh ladyboys.

The dorm at Chula University has been awesome because it’s for international students and almost everyone is from a different country (minus the twenty American Fulbrighers). So since I have been the self-designated outcast of the group, being gone on the weekends and most nights for rugby, and the rest of the time with one of my uncles, real (Dtaw) or fake (Fung), I moved away even more from the Fulbright mass by befriending all the international students I met. One of the first weeks, I was invited to the movies with students from Bangladesh, Vietnam, Indonesia, Japan and Laos. We went to see some American movie with Justin Timberlake, and all the girls were going crazy over him. My favorite part of the movie was after the opening credits, you have to stand to pay respect to the King while they play the national anthem. I love it. My favorite of the international students is the Japanese girl. She’s so burnt out from having classes in Thai, then speaking English to the international students. I’ve spent so many Fulbright meetings so sleepy, because I would stay up until 2 or 3 in the morning talking to her in a combination of English, Japanese and Thai. We've picked up the habit of talking to each other in English or Japanese, using Japanese filler words like “ano”, “eto”, and “soo”, then ending our sentences using the Thai endings, “na” or “na ka”. It’s like our fun made up language. If I don’t lose sleep talking to her, I lose sleep by helping Liem, the Vietnamese masters student, work on his thesis. He asked me to edit his paper, and I said sure, thinking it would be a one-day task. So he sent me a 39-page single script thesis that took me two weeks to edit! We spent three hours on it one night, and only got through eight pages. But he vows to write in as his co-author, along with his advisor…and send me all his papers from now on.

The best thing about this return trip to Bangkok, besides being so close to public transportation (sky train is just a block from the dorm, and I haven’t had to set foot in a cab once, thank goodness! Motorcycle taxi on the other hand…) is the food! We are very close to an amazing night food market, and also have the university canteen with huge bowls of noodles for 20 bhat. Heavennnn. I have figured out which Fulbrighters I will become closest because of the food habits. My best friends have become Paul and Sarah based on dining out. We started going to the same restaurant for dinner that had the best Tom Yum Koong. We made it our Tuesday/Thursday/Sunday night restaurant. By the second time there, they knew our order (squid basil, tom yum koong, shrimp garlic, and mixed vegetables), and I only had to ask for prick nahm plaa the first time. Everytime after that, they automatically brought prick nahm plaa over, even when I wasn’t there with them. We were always the only fralang in there, and the place was always packed, so we knew we had picked a great restaurant. The best thing about going out to eat with these guys is that Paul is Korean, and everyone thinks he is Thai. Even if I start to order in Thai, they ask Paul what I said, so he would just repeat it, and then they would understand. Even though his Thai is just as bad as mine! So he’s been our go-to mai-fralang, that can get us anywhere without speaking a word of Thai.

When I don’t have my two foodies to eat with, I’ve been using the same tactic I used in Japan. Follow the old Asian men; they always know the best noodle places. It doesn’t work as easily in the area around Chula, but when I go to rugby, I can usually find some great noodle soup on the way back. And I’ve found my favorite gai-yang and sticky rice guy right outside our dorm. Best afternoon snack ever! With a Thai iced coffee from the lady next to him. I was meant to be in Thailand.

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

New Zealand part 4! Final edition

(September 27- September 30)

In the morning we were off for Nelson to see our last USA game. After a nice break at Keiran and Karen’s, we had a very large agenda to see Kaikora, taste some wine in the Marlborough region, and get to Nelson in time for the game! One of the places we wanted to see but ran out of time for (in addition to the Southern sounds and Stewart Island- next time!), was Kaikora, a small town with beautiful ocean vistas and lots of opportunities to see seals and whales. I think Kaikora actually means crayfish…and they are also known for their fried crayfish. Which we didn’t try, but saw plenty of. The coolest vista from Kaikora is off a small spit of land that attracts some sun-bathing seals, and provides a beautiful view of the ocean with the Alps unbelievably close to the water, completely snow covered. I’ve never seen anything like it. And the seals of course are always a treat to laugh at. They just remind me so much of Molly.

We managed to stick to our agenda and get to the Marlborough wine country by the afternoon. With some quick peanut butter and honey sandwiches to fill our stomachs (I will never crave peanut butter and honey sandwiches again) we went to try out these Marlborough wines. The Marlborough region is famous for its Sauvignon Blanc, which I got sick of quickly. But we visited quite a few wineries, and picked up a great bottle of Pinot Rose to save for a pizza night. The last winery we visited was an organic, biodynamic winery with great Pinot Noir, then we were on our way to Nelson. Luckily we knew the town quite well since our last visit, and found parking close to the stadium just in time to head to the bar to see the second half of the Canada v Japan match. Surprisingly, it ended in a draw, the first draw of the rugby world cup. I had expected Canada to blow Japan out of the water, considering how well they play against the French. Good for Japan! We got geared up for our game, with facepaint, sunglasses, and our flag, and strolled into the small stadium. Italy sucks, and I thought we could do better. That was a frustrating loss. But my favorite player from the USA team, the winger, had a fantastic game. No tries, but amazing runs and tackles. We headed to the same bar that went to for dinner, as they promised us if the USA team goes to any bar, it will be this one. Well it was as good a try as any and we got there just a few minutes too early for the drink specials. So we sat and waited until 10 to get $4 beers when some guy in an Italian fan jersey came up and poured us champagne. He tried speaking to us in broken English, saying he could only speak Italian (me thinking, you know we’re American, and we hate you right now for your team beating us), and went on for at least 15 minutes trying to ask us about our lives, where in the states we’re from, what football teams we follow. Really random things in very poor English. Out of nowhere, he burst out laughing saying, “I’m a Kiwi! I’m not Italian!” We burst into hysterics, I thought it was hilarious. He kept apologizing for tricking us, but we said we deserve it for being dumb Americans! He said he has to keep himself entertained: he came up for the match by himself, he’s a married man and can’t hit on girls, so he thought this would be fun. I thought it was great.

We stuck around, hearing rumors that the team will end up here around 1 in the morning. We met too many Americans, the most we’d met this trip, and perhaps the least obnoxious...but I still think I want to be Canadian. We entered the dance floor around 1 where I spotted the love of my life, the winger from the American team. Like a stupid, blabbering American, I stammered that he is my hero and I want to be him, I’m a winger from Philadelphia, and other stupid remarks. And he gave me a hug and said he admires me, being a winger from Philadelphia. I got a picture with him, and was disappointed that I sounded like an idiot, and he probably just waved me off as a stupid USA fan. He didn’t stick around much longer, and the rest of the team didn’t show up, so we gave up on the stupid night club and headed to our car for the night.

So our plan was to sleep for a couple hours, then drive to Picton really early to catch the morning ferry. Well...we slept for more than a couple hours, no surprise really, and realized we had missed the ferry. We really have crappy luck when it comes to these ferries. We slept it off, hoping to make the afternoon ferry. Thank goodness when we got to Picton, they exchanged our ticket for free, something they really shouldn’t do. Jillian and I joked that we probably looked so pathetic, having slept in the car, our hair a mess, in our pajamas, haven’t showered in a couple days, that they felt like we really needed the help and did us the favor. What a relief. That was almost a 200 dollar mistake.

Even though I didn’t get to see my penguins on the South Island, I did get to see a whale on the ferry ride back! All I really saw was water spewing up from the middle of the sea, and I’m gonna just pretend it was a whale, like I’m going to pretend I met Dan Carter’s dad. Once we landed in Wellington, we had a five hour drive to New Plynouth. We’re lucky to have Keith in New Plymouth, since we missed the morning ferry and couldn’t make it up to Auckland in one day. So we crashed on our new buddy’s couch for one last night, and left early for Auckland.

On the way was a mandatory stop at Waitomo Caves (the stop we missed when we slept in one of those other mornings…). Waitomo Caves is such a necessary stop because this is where you get to see the glow worms! You can go tubing through the caves to see the worms, but for money, time, and exhaustion’s sake, we just opted for a one hour tour of the caves. Our tour guide was great: Rich. He was a very lackadaisical Maori, speaking in a very slow, swaying, Maori way. We hiked down into a cave, saw some Moa bones (an extinct New Zealand bird), and of course saw some glowworms! The glow worms are in their larvae stage, and their fluorescence attracts bugs for them to eat, which they catch with their threads of saliva that hang down from the ceiling. Almost like a spider web, with less structure. Then once they mature, they have something like two days to reproduce before they die. Tough life!

After the tour, we got some ice cream, and were on our way to our final destination, Auckland! We found a room at a questionably gay backpackers dorm...When I spelled my last name for the guy at the front desk, he asked if I was married to a Thai guy. I told him no, that my father is Thai, and he told me this story about his lesbian friend that married a Thai guy for some citizenship reason or something. We stayed in an all-girl dorm (first time that’s happened- it’s usually co-ed) and since we got there so late we didn’t get first pick on beds. We had to sleep on opposite bunks from each other, and as we were falling asleep, I realized it was the furthest away I had slept from Jillian in about two months. I really wanted to tell her that but the receptionist already thought we were gay, who knows what all these girls would think of these two American girls following the rugby. So I didn’t make the joke.

In the morning, we saw the sights in Auckland: the fan zone, the waterfront, some parks, some awesome playgrounds with so many great things to climb! We really walked the entire city. We settled down for some coffee at the only place we knew: Theatre! It was the first coffee shop we went to in Auckland when we first arrived as lost and broke tourists! Three weeks later, and I feel like I have almost mastered the island(s). Not really, there is so much more to explore. But it was nice to see our trip come full circle…on my last day in New Zealand. Very cool, but also so sad!

To go out of the country with a bang, for my last night we had tickets to see South Africa play Samoa. The game kicked off at 8:30, and my flight was leaving at 1:00 AM. Yikes. We had little South Africa flags to show our love for the Spring Boks, and facepainted up while tailgating in our car. I was going to miss our car! Our home for the last three weeks! The game was so great, the best game we had seen! The fans were all really into it, and Bismark and Yanni started!! And stupid Paul Williams, the foulback on Samoa, got a red card for punching a South African. It wasn’t a real punch, but that’s karma for being a meanie the whole tournament. I can’t stand Paul Williams.

We had to leave the game a few minutes early to beat traffic to get me to the airport, but I was confident in South Africa with a 13-5 lead. I think Jillian and I both were crossing our fingers to get a call from John Walshe, saying to come hang out with South African team, because I would hands down have missed my flight to do that. But there was no such luck, so to the airport we rushed. What a bad weekend to be leaving New Zealand! The All Blacks and the Warriors play on Sunday! And so many games in between. I did my research, and found the bars in Bangkok I’d have to go to at 9:30 in the morning to see my teams play. But the suckiest part was leaving my best friend in New Zealand.

New Zealand part 3! Exploring the (best of the) South Island

(September 21-September 26)

In the morning, Franz Josef Glacier awaited us. It took six hours to drive south along the west coast of the South Island until we got to the town, with just enough time to hike to the glacier. It’s only a twenty minute or so hike to the rock bed where the glacier has retreated from. It’s been retreating I think for several hundred years, and there is now just an open area of rock, mostly limestone, where the glacier used to be, surrounded by cliffs that were formed from the glacier however many years ago. We wandered around the rocks, past some waterfalls, to the foot of the glacier. You can’t actually get to the glacier without hiring a guide with a pick-ax, and even with a guide you can’t actually climb the glacier. So we just admired from afar, and found a place for the night. We stayed at a cute little hostel in a miniature town that only exists because of the glacier (there are more hostels and motels than homes) and watched rugby that evening. It’s funny how much of a routine we have taken on in this trip, spending the day exploring or driving, and setting aside most nights to watch rugby. It’s great that rugby is everywhere, but then every night becomes consumed with the games. On nights when there is no game, we’ve often found ourselves with nothing to do, because all we want to do is watch rugby! But it’s actually been really nice to have the consistency every night, amidst all the other activities we’ve been doing.

In the morning, we took a long hike to get a different view of Franz Joseph Glacier. It was an amazing hike. Even though we saw no more than four people the entire time, the trail was well maintained and took us through fern forests, along cliffs, through dried river beds, on top of boulders and across rivers to a little patio that looked over the glacier. It was a really cool view, and we could sometimes see parts of the cliffs crumbling down. It sounded like an avalanche, but it would usually only be a couple rocks sliding down the glacier. Round trip, it probably took us 4 or 5 hours, then we had a long drive to Queenstown.

Queenstown is a beautiful little city on a lake in the Southern Alps. It was dark by the time we got there, so driving in, all we could see were the lights from the city reflecting on the lake with the snowy mountains in the close background. We had the next day to explore Queenstown. We took a gondola to the top of a mountain, where we could “Luge” down. “Luge”-ing is like Alpine sledding, if you’ve ever heard of that…it’s basically a sled on a track without snow. Its kind of fun, and a lot of people seem to think it’s the thing to do in Queenstown. It was goofy, and worth the trip to the top of the mountain that had a gorgeous view of the lake. Later we walked around adorable little Queenstown, along the waterfront. New Zealand has some really great waterfronts. I think most countries do, it’s just that Philadelphia’s really sucks, and I’m always impressed with good waterfronts. In the afternoon, we went to try some South Island wine! The central Otago region is well known for their Pinot Gris (yuck) and their Pinot Noir (yum!). We had a tour of a wine cave where they store the wine for the fermentation period. The cave keeps the temperature consistent no matter the conditions outside, so it saves them loads in cooling costs and makes money for them because who doesn’t want to go on a wine cave tour? Then we went to a beautiful winery on a cliff with a very dangerous driveway, especially considering the copious pours of their many varieties of wine they offer for free. Not smart, but very beautiful!

That night was a dreaded night for us. It started out so promising- Jillian made mac and cheese, and we had a champagne toast out of plastic wine glasses in the hostel kitchen, in anticipation of the USA v. Australia match! We had to give up the tickets to the match to have time to explore the South Island, but I was confident the US would so okay. Well no surprise, I was wrong, and the USA lost. Pretty terribly. There was hope during the first 30 minutes, but they lost it in the end, a brutal 67-5 loss…okay that sounds really really bad, but at half time the score was only 15-5, then who knows what happened in the second half. It was heart wrenching.

In the morning, we were off to Dunedin, a college town that would be hosting the England v Romania game that night. We went in knowing there were some tickets left, and headed straight to the stadium. Unfortunately when we got there, there were only $99 dollar tickets left. No way! So instead of going to the game, we saw what Dunedin is all about. We went to a free museum, where I learned about the crazy rich geological history of the South Island. While the North Island has volcanoes from ocean plates colliding with a continental plate, the South Island, oddly enough, has so much geology because the Southern Alps where formed from two continental plates colliding. That explains while the rock is mostly granitic (as we saw on Franz Josef), and why there’s no volcanoes. No wonder New Zealand is so beautiful. It has so many geological features for such a small mass of land.

The reason I had really wanted to see Dunedin was because there are a bunch of places along the coast to see penguins! But when we got there, it was raining and so cold! (I don’t know if I will ever be this close to the South Pole ever again!) So we ditched our penguin scoping idea, and headed to Speights brewery instead! Their beer tasting is really cool (tour was kind of lame) because they let you pour your own tastings from the taps and take your time trying their selection of beers. After the tour, it was about time for the games to start, so we settled for burgers at a bar (not quite the same as the gorgeous Dunedin stadium...but good enough) and watched England completely demolish poor little Romania. Then All Blacks wiped out France, thank goodness (I still don’t like the French). Great game, and All Blacks played brilliantly. After the match was the much anticipated semi-final game of rugby league, and the Warriors won! It was a very tight match, and everyone was more excited over this then the rugby! Since Dunedin was full, we spent the night in our little car (sounds pathetic, but was actually not bad at all), which saved us a ton of money and let us get on the road fairly early to Christ Church. We stopped on the Otago Penninsula on the way to at least attempt to see some penguins, and I could say I tried! But Dunedin is really just too cold, so we drove around the gorgeous peninsula then hit the highway for Christ Church.

The cool thing about road tripping around New Zealand are that major highways are hardly highways. They’re literally all country, mountain, or coastal roads, or a combination of the three. So we constantly find ourselves winding up hills or along the beach, or riding along cows and sheep. We got to Keiran and Karen’s house in the late afternoon. They shortly started preparing dinner, and asked how we felt with the day light savings change. Then all of a sudden we realized why all the game match times were written wrong all day. How long had we been an hour behind everyone? Thankfully only one day. Thank goodness we were staying with Keiran and Karen that night! Who knows how long that would have taken us to figure that one out.

Keiran and Karen’s was the perfect rest stop. In the morning, Keiran showed us their dairy farm. We stopped to fill up large canisters of milk, then drove it over to the calves. They’re a couple months old, and they have three fields of about 50 calves each. We didn’t have to do much but just let the calves drink milk, then drive to the next field, but Keiran was really excited about it. He had a great smile on his face the whole time, and would stand and watch the calves drink and say, “Yep. And that’s how you feed the calves”. Then he had me jump out of the truck and open the gate to the next field while he drove through, so I could close the gate behind him and stop the raging calves behind him from following the milk dispenser. This, also, was anticlimactic, since the calves were quite complacent with the amount of milk they had gotten, and didn't even follow the truck. Keiran assured me that normally the calves come running after the truck, but they must have gotten enough milk that day. Regardless, I still got to open and close the gate each time, in case the calves went crazy over the milk.

After successfully feeding all the calves, and having a traditional spaghettio and poached egg breakfast (not my favorite, but not bad either), Jillian and I headed into downtown Christ Church to see the damage from the earthquake last February. It's amazing how the fault line runs right through the middle of downtown Christ Church, and they didn’t even know it was there until the earthquake last fall just outside Christ Church, closer to where Keiran lives. So the earthquake in February was the first earthquake to hit the city of Christ Church, and completely demolished their entire downtown. The impact is devastating, and the city is so eerie. It’s so sad to hear about because Christ Church, as I’ve heard, was a lovely little city, and they were supposed to be one of the larger stadiums for the World Cup. Economically, they are losing out a lot on not only losing the world cup, but because they can’t even rebuild the city yet. There are a lot of delays with insurance because they’re waiting for the earthquakes to be over before they can build again. Meanwhile all of the businesses outside the destroyed areas have closed down because there is no business, and no upcoming business. So they’re stuck in a catch 22, and all they can do is demolish the broken buildings. It’s really so tragic. We could still see a hotel that is leaning sideways, and everything around it has already been taken down. And everything is shut down, with posted signs saying things like, “7 months gone, when does rebuilding start?” Anyway, we couldn’t do much besides walk outside the blocked off downtown, so we headed back to Keiran and Karen’s for dinner.

Keiran’s son Matt took us to the local rugby club to see a bunch of rugby paraphernalia in South Bridge, hometown of the All Blacks fly half, Dan Carter. Of all the All Blacks players, I really do like Dan Carter, not only because I got to see his hometown, but he is a great player that has a lot of confidence without being obsessed with himself like Sonny Bill Williams. Haha. The place we went to was a bit lackluster, and Matt was really disappointed the owner wasn’t there to show us all the trophies and things. But we watched Wales beat Namibia on TV, but since poor Namibia is so pathetic at rugby, Wales didn’t play my favorite player. As we were leaving, Matt apologized again for it not being that cool. I said that's okay, I just wanted to meet Carter’s dad. And he said, oh shoot! He was sitting right behind you! Oh well, at least I know what his dad looks like. And if anyone asks, I’m going to say I met his dad.

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

NZ Part Two: Wellington and Nelson edition

(September 17- September 20)

Jillian and I left our dear friends of New Plymouth in the morning (on time for once!) and were in Wellington by the afternoon. We met our new friend, John Walshe, who took us to his cousin’s house to stay for free! What great luck. We all went into Wellington to get a couple drinks downtown on the waterfront before the South Africa game. What a beautiful day! Wellington’s waterfront is really amazing. Very pristine, a lot of public art, and exciting. A bit high so, but what waterfront isn't? We met Keiran and Karen (Moira’s brother and his wife) at a bar before we headed to the game. On the way to the game, John announced he only had two tickets to the corporate box seats (or the VIP seats from the top of the stadium), the other 4 were for just behind the media. So he gave the corporate box seats to us! I think the media seats were actually better because they were right behind the team, but we got to sit way up with the fancy people with our own section that we shared with a rugby union from South Africa, private bathrooms and everything! The people we were sitting with must have known one of the players, Bismark, because when he came on they erupted and were calling “Go Bismark!!” the whole time. So cool! Of course South Africa won. Fiji didn’t stand a chance against the Springboks. After the match, we headed to a fancy little bar on the waterfront to watch Ireland beat Australia. What an upset! And well deserved. I don’t like Australia. Sorry Wallabies, but your winger looks like Justin Beiber.

Kieran and Karen left for their hotel, and I thought John was going to take us back to his cousin’s house. He nonchalantly said, we’re meeting up with some players from South Africa for coffee. It’ll be quick because they need to be on the road. !!! So he took us to the hotel where the team was staying, and we’re waiting in the lobby and can see the team just hanging out on the mezzanine above us. Yonnie DuPlussy came down for a quick hello while we waited for Bismark (!!!!!) So Bismark came down and we all sat in the lobby while he waved people off asking for autographs, saying he was in a meeting with us. We ordered hot chocolates and Bismark and John caught up on each other’s lives. Normal. Bismark is a giant. He plays hooker (yes, that is a position in rugby) and his arms are about three or four times the size of mine. He was really shy, and didn’t address anyone but John. He gulped down his hot chocolate in three swigs, before Jillian had even taken a real sip from hers, and we just kind of watched in amazement, too shocked really to say anything. At all. He went on to talk about how he is only allowed to bring three bags with him, and it was so hard for him to pack because his shoes are too big! One shoe takes up half the bag! And that is really what this international rugby player from the South African team chose to talk about. And that he calls his mother every day.

We let Bismark get back to packing his large shoes, and headed to John’s cousin’s house for the night. John’s cousin’s husband actually coaches the Tongan team. I think that’s how he has all these great connections, and can get us corporate box tickets to Bismark’s section. John’s cousin’s house is a beautiful country home just outside of Wellington with horses, a little lamb, and a pool! They made us a Kiwi breakfast in the morning, which is, get this: baked beans and spaghettios over toast?! We opted for just the poached eggs and toast. Spaghettios for breakfast is just too weird.

John’s cousin was so nice to let us spend another night in her home, which allowed us to have a day to see Wellington before heading to the South Island. We did the only free thing I have seen so far in New Zealand, which was the Te Papa museum, New Zealand’s national museum! It was an insanely huge museum, and really really interesting. It touches on the Maori’s shady history of being screwed over by the Brits, but its funded by the government, so some parts are kind of covered, or euphemized. There are definitely pieces missing in their history. Also, did you know that New Zealand has only two native mammals? There are two species of bats that are native (there used to be three, but one went extinct), but of course now they have tons of mammals that have been imported for farming, for sport, and then more brought in to control the species that were previously introduced. Since New Zealand has no native predators, mammals like rodents and rabbits went wild and then had to be controlled by new invasive species. And many of New Zealand’s native species have gone extinct with the introduction of more robust invasive species. ‘Tis evolution, with some help from colonization.

For the remainder of the afternoon, we explored downtown Wellington by bar and restaurant hopping to see the three games that night. We watched my boyfriend on Wales (Mike Philips) beat Samoa, and France be mean to Canada (you know, reading this over I am such a girl when I chose which rugby team to support. I love Wales because their half back is cute and has good control at the ruks, and I don’t like Samoa because their foulback looks mean. At least I like Canada because they’re close to the US. And the blond twins on the team are freakishly good. And I just don’t like the French, no offense Rue’s). Between games and sometimes at half time, we picked a different place to watch the games. For half of England v Georgia, we found an outdoor screen on the waterfront and had hot chocolate. That was really cool, and should be replicated in every city. Outdoor venues are the best.

After a full afternoon of rugby, we headed back to John’s cousin’s house to prepare for our trip to the South Island very early in the morning. Well, you may have guessed by now that by this point in me and Jillain’s adventures, we don’t do things very punctually. We were supposed to get to the ferry by 7:00 to check our car in, and the ferry would leave at 8. Well, instead of waking up at 5:30, we didn’t wake up until 6:35, and the ferry is half an hour away. We threw our things together, cursing ourselves for oversleeping, we open the living room door, and there is the baby lamb sitting at our door inside the house baa-ing. No time to address that, we just ran to the car. So apologies to John Walshe’s cousin, I swear we didn’t let the lamb into the house. It was there when we woke up.

We got to the ferry at 7:20, sure they would reject us, but they just waved us right in! A freakin miracle. So we had a three hour ferry to the South Island through the gorgeous Marlboro sounds, then drove right into Nelson. And by some random chance, we arrived the day before Nelson’s first rugby game of the world cup, Italy v. Russia (true rugby fans we are, this is the second time we arrived in a city hosting a world cup match without knowing it). In celebration of their first world cup game, they were having an art fair in front of Christ Church. We walked around the fair, which had a few people in costume pretending to be Kiwis in the 1800’s, trying to shine our shoes. The whole thing, we found out later, is Nelson’s way of bragging that they were the birth of rugby in New Zealand. So tomorrow, in celebration of their kick-off game, they are having a re-enactment of the very first NZ rugby game of Nelson rugby club vs. Nelson College rugby team. We explored the rest of the town, and hiked to the “Centre of New Zealand” which is just a 20 minute hike up a little mountain. When we got to the top, there is a great view of Nelson and of the Tasman Sea. Not as good as the view from New Plymouth’s little mountain, but it is the centre of New Zealand, and there was a double rainbow. We may not have seen any kiwi birds yet this trip, but we’ve seen plenty of rainbows.

We were lucky again to have a place to stay that night at Moira’s cousin’s house just outside of Nelson. So we drove over for dinner with Moray and John, and had the best meal we’ve had, probably since getting to New Zealand. It was just chicken and wild rice with vegetables, but we’d been eating so poorly, so that meal made miles of a difference for us. After dinner we had some tea with Moray and John and told them about our travels so far, and how we liked New Zealand. We decided to stay an extra day in Nelson for the reenactment game. They opened by having the Nelson secondary school do the Haka on the stairs of Christ Church. I imagined there would be like 6 or 7 kids doing the Haka, but I was way wrong. It was more like over a hundred kids flooding the stairs. Really really cool. Then we walked over to see the rugby game. The teams all dressed up in late 1800’s school uniforms, and used a leather rugby ball. They played with the old school rules, where there isn’t really tackling or rucking, but rather frequent rolling mauls, passing is considered cowardice, and trys don’t award points, only conversion kicks do. Games often went on three to five days until a team scored two goals. They even had a pretend streaker, outfitted in a flesh-colored body suit. We didn’t stay to the end, giving up after an hour and a half, so who knows how long the game actually went on. We walked downtown to the Founder’s Brewery to do a beer tasting (don’t recommend it, for being the oldest brewery in New Zealand, they really haven’t gotten a good recipe down yet) before setting in for the match that night. They still had cheap tickets left for the game, so we got two tickets and looked for a place to stay the night. Well, conveniently the hostel directly across the street from the stadium had two beds left, so we booked them before getting dinner. We got a couple margaritas, and met a couple obnoxious Americans. They bought us a round of margaritas, and were surprised when we didn’t want to drink with them. When we told them where we were from, the one guy said, “oh you’re from Philly? Fuck you! No wonder you didn’t want to drink with us! It’s cause you’re from Philly”. Hands down, best response I’ve ever gotten about being from Philly.


The backpackers hostel was quite cute. It was the first place we’ve stayed in where no one had any interest in rugby. They all were going to the match, and uniformly decided to root for Italy. Funny how the hostel closest to the stadiums had only two people interested in rugby staying there, and that was Jillian and myself. Kick off was at 7:30, and we had the luxury of waiting until 7:25 to walk over. We walked into stadium and our seats were basically right in front of us, and we sat down just in time for kick off. It was a terrible match. If you ever get the chance, check out Italy’s jerseys. The front has this weird design that gives it a saran wrap effect…basically it’s shiny. I don’t know how they get away with wearing those hideous jerseys, but Italy won, which makes things look bleak for USA when they play Italy in Nelson in exactly one week.

After the match, all the people staying in the hostel came back with hardly anything to say about the rugby except that it was the coldest night they’ve had in a while. In their defense, that was a terrible introduction to the game of rugby, and the most bored fans we’ve ever seen. They managed to get the Mexican wave to go around the stadium eight times, and it wasn’t because they were excited over Italy’s try.

Leaving Nelson in the morning, we had exactly one week to see the entire South Island before returning to Nelson on Tuesday to see USA’s last match against Italy. So here goes!

Saturday, October 8, 2011

New Zealand part 1! New Plymouth edition

(September 10-September 16)

New Zealand is a lot further away than one would expect, and really freakin close to Antarctica! As our plane descended into Auckland, we were inches away from touching down when the aircraft suddenly lifted up again. The pilot came on the speaker and said, “sorry about that folks. There were some birds on the runway, I’m just going to circle around and hopefully they’ll clear off.” Where else does that happen?! I liked New Zealand already.

We flew in on a Saturday morning, with really no game plan. The kickoff game was the previous day, and we had tickets to see the USA play Ireland tomorrow in New Plymouth. Jillian and I were getting our things together at the airport when we realized Jillian’s money transfer didn’t go through so she couldn’t take out any money, and I had lost my debit card in Bali, so had only my credit card. Being Saturday morning in New Zealand, all the banks were closed and all the banks in America had just closed, being a Friday afternoon, for the weekend. So there was no way for either of us to get any cash until Monday night in New Zealand when the banks in America would open back up. Great. We managed to get tickets to the bus downtown, and found a cafĂ© to use internet and organize ourselves (all on my credit card). We couldn’t buy a car because we needed cash, so we had to rent a car. A lot of the rental companies were all booked up from the world cup, but after a few tries we managed to get a little (tiny) hatchback from Jucy. We walked down to the car rental place, and luckily their computers were down, so they couldn’t process my payment, which would have surely been declined. So we were off in our little rental, which would be our home for the next three weeks. New Zealand is a funny little country. Being an island, they're oddly behind in some things like movies, they have to import so many things so its expensive, yet they're up on odd pop-culture things, like Jersey Shore (unfortunately) and some terrible Bruno Mars music (sorry, I really don't like him). AND! They drive on the left side of the road. Of course our car was manual, and the shifter on the left side of the driver’s seat (thank goodness the clutch is still on the left). Driving on the left wasn’t too hard to adjust to, but those darn windshield wipers I still can’t get a handle on. Every time I try to use the turn signal, the windshield wipers come on.

Jillian had signed up for couch surfing, a network of hosts and travelers finding free places for backpackers to stay. This group of guys in New Plymouth were willing to host us for the game, so we were on our way to New Plymouth! With a stop on the way for a cell phone, pants! (who knew it was going to be so cold here) and some other essentials. We arrived at Keith’s house around 9 that night. Three guys lived in the house, just a year or two older than us, and were the sweetest, goofiest guys I had ever met. They let us drop our stuff, gave us funny looks when we said we don’t need to shower, then took us to their friends’ house down the road. In preparation for the USA v. Ireland game, a bunch of Irish girls from Auckland and Wellington were coming to New Plymouth. The guys kept saying the Irish want to fight us, but we got in and they were so welcoming and friendly, though confident they were going to win tomorrow (and rightly so). They were all pretty drunk when we got there, and before long all the girls were saying, let’s go into town, we’re going into town! We apologized and told them how pathetic we were having absolutely no cash, but they took us anyway, paid for our cab (so expensive!) and for our drinks! So we went to this spot set up for the world cup, which is really just a tent over a street downtown, with a bar set up and a band. It was okay, kind of weird, but they were all into it. We walked home since all the cabs were full, and finally went to bed, having not slept on the plane and still sore from hiking up that darn volcano, at 4 in the morning.

We woke up to our first day in New Plymouth with miserable weather. Keith made us breakfast (seriously, nicest guys ever) and asked us what we were going to do today. We looked outside, and just really didn’t want to do anything. We were still jetlagged, disorganized, and cooold. They kept coming up with things for us to do. Kade suggested we should go see the fastest waterslide in New Zealand! since it’s in Taranaki (the region where New Plymouth is) and he was really excited about that. Keith came up with the idea that we could go blow bubbles on the top of the mountain. Genius, Keith. So we just left the house in search of coffee (all they had was instant, and were disgusted that we drink it black. I had to put some milk in mine to appease Keith). We managed to find a coffee shop with the most avid USA supporters (just a quick note about coffee in New Zealand. No one has drip coffee, it’s all espresso. And don’t expect a cappuccino when you order one. A cappuccino, latte, and a flat white is all the same thing.) who offered to drive us to the game! After some planning and coffee, we went to explore New Plymouth in the rain. We did so by just driving around Mt Taranaki. It took forever on the “surfer highway” and we actually couldn’t even see the huge mountain because visibility was so bad from the rain. Mission failed. But we did see a lot of the beach!

We managed to get back to Keith’s later than we wanted to get ready for our first game!! We were busy getting our little pathetic outfits on, which was just our temple rugby tee-shirts and awesome USA sunglasses we got in Bangkok (don’t worry-our outfits will get better), while frantically looking for our ticket confirmation. Keith just looked at us in disbelief, saying, “you have 45 minutes to kick off, and you don’t know where your tickets are?” Heh, of course not. He took pity on us, and drove us to the stadium, still cashless. We got our tickets for all the games at the box office no problem, but couldn’t buy any food or drinks. But that’s alright cause our seats were amazing! We were about 10 rows back from midfield, right behind the USA team! They even face us for the national anthems. Oddly enough, the game was on September 11th, the tenth anniversary no less, so we had a moment of silence for the states, which some dude ruined by screaming “GO USA” after not a full moment of silence. The Irish supporters completely outnumbered the USA fans…by a long shot. And no surprise we lost 22-10, but we actually had a fairly good game, and scored our only try in the last 30 seconds, so at least we had an exciting finish.

After the game we didn’t have the cash to get into the bar that the USA team was supposed to show up at, so we had to settle at a bar down the street where we had fish and chips (yuck. no offense) and watched Wales play South Africa. Wow!! What a match. And that is when I fell in love with the scrumhalf from Wales, Mike Phillips. Almost as in love as I am with Waisalle Serevi from when he played for Fiji 7s. It was a tough match to watch, because I love how both teams play and I would love for either of them to win the World Cup. I think over any other team, maybe even the All Blacks. Maybe. South Africa just scraped by with a 17-16 win. We watched the game at two different bars, leaving the first bar to escape from creepy Americans, only to be approached by even worse Americans at the next bar. Maybe we should have ditched the USA sunglasses.

Keith picked us up from the bar and let us sleep on the couch another night. We were planning on getting up early and starting our circle around the North Island, but considering what we had gone through the past couple days, we slept in. Really really late. It was kind of embarrassing when Jimmy came in on a break from work at noon, and we were still in our sleeping bags. So we skipped out on the glowworms at Waitomo Caves (too expensive anyway, you go tubing through a cave with glowworms, but it costs over a hundred bucks) and went straight to Taupo for the night. Taupo is a cute little mountain town on Lake Taupo. Really the thing to do there is to see the lake. So we only stayed the night there, having seen the lake, checked in at a backpackers hostel, made a ravioli dinner and watched the replay of the World Cup opening match, New Zealand v. Tonga. Poor Tonga.

In the morning, we were off to Rotorua, land of Labyrinth stench (if you’ve ever seen the Labryinth, the one with David Bowie, bubbling sulfur pools always reminds me of the bubbling ooze in that movie). Rotorua is a thermal landmine, with hot springs, thermal springs, and steaming sulfur pools galore. We got into town, not even realizing that Samoa and Namibia were playing at the Rotorua stadium the next day, and luckily found accommodation easily. Who said it was going to be hard traveling with the world cup? The problem only still remained the price of things, regardless of the world cup. The hostels in this area are all licensed, so you can’t bring in your own alcohol. Even though the prices at the hostels are on the cheap side, it’s never as cheap as bringing your own. So we had to be a little ghetto to save some cash. Ever see “It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia”? Then you would appreciate us buying cans of soda to drink specifically so we could pour wine in the empty cans. Yep, we did it. We snuck in a bottle of wine with our bread and cheese dinner, and drank it out of soda cans. It was probably completely unnecessary, I really think opaque glasses would have sufficed, but who doesn’t want to drink wine out of a soda can and be like Danny Devito? We also made our own guacamole, and dined in style.

Having saved a penny or two, we spent all of our money on adventures in Rotorua. In the morning, we went rafting! And to appease those New Zealand superlatives they love so much, the river we rafted has the highest commercially rafted waterfall in the world! 7 meters. Which really makes it the best rafting in the world. But really, it was just the best guide in the world: Bradley. Bradley was a riot. He had to do all the generic jokes scripted into the guides’ routine, but he did things like push off the landing without letting the last guy in, so we all had to back paddle while he sat and laughed at him. Later, we were going over some rapids and Bradley says, “keep paddling, don’t stop, keep paddling!!” to which, of course, Jillian and I diligently obeyed. He cracked up, saying no one ever actually listens to him, no one paddles through the rapids! And of course we don’t learn our lesson, when he yells, “okay jump in! go for a swim”. I look at the other rafts ahead of us, no one else is going swimming…but Bradley insists we swim, so we jump in. Then he immediately yells, “get back in the raft! Get back in, there’s rapids ahead, hurry up!” So we all struggle to get back in the raft before we hit the rapids. And Bradley’s just cracking up. How did we get stuck with this guy? But we made it through the rafting fine, and only one guy fell out over the 7 meter waterfall (I blame that on Bradley’s instruction, not on me and Jillian’s bad steering being from the front of the raft)

That afternoon was the Namibia v Samoa game in Rotorua, which we managed to get back in time for…but we had other priorities while in town. After a quick financial analysis, we decided to go for the 3D maze! (and who wouldn’t chose the 3D maze? I hate to say it, but it’s just so hard to watch Namibia get beat so badly every time, I feel so sorry for them!) The maze was awesome. Some guy built this large maze that has stairs to connect different parts of it. The objective is to get to every corner and exit from the same door you entered- and there are three places you can enter from. Rotorua really is like the Labyrinth! So Jillian and I picked different entrances, and raced. I would say it was a tight race, and it seemed like it would be at first, but I did have to go back in to help Jillian get out. But we won’t talk about that. We had a picnic lunch of peanut butter and honey sandwiches, our daily special, then headed back to town to watch a bunch of rugby. It was the first time I had seen Canada play (against Tonga) and I fell for them instantly. Good thing they’re on the same continent as us so I can cheer for them, and now when the US continues to not do well, I can just say I’m Canadian and gain just a little respect (maybe avoid some creepy Americans).

Our lost stop in Rotorua before heading out was Hell’s Gate, New Zealand’s top thermal attraction. We left in the morning for our three hours of mud baths and sulfur spas. First, we got a tour of all the bubbling sulfur pools, all named something profound, like “infant” because it reminded the founder of little kids playing, or “pig roast” because the bath was hot enough to roast a pig. Actually, I think I made that second one up, but the Maori tour guide said he thinks we should really use these pools for cooking because we would save a lot of energy. And what is a tour in New Zealand without a superlative: Hell’s Gate has the largest thermal waterfall in the Southern Hemisphere! So if you ever see a thermal waterfall in the Southern Hemisphere, just know the one in Hell’s Gate is bigger. We concluded of course with our luxurious mud bath and sulfur spa, and ended smelling like crap! Our bathing suits tainted by the smell of sulfur. Just in time to return to New Plymouth!

We drove the few hours back to New Plymouth, ready to see USA take on Russia! We got to Keith’s house (so nice for letting us stay on their couch again!) and this time, we were so ready! We had face paint, an American flag, ribbon for our hair, and the best part: we finally had cash! The boys were all coming to the game too, so after writing “I love USA” on all their cheeks, we were good to go! It was raining and cold, but it was so much fun, and the guys were great. Some of them dressed like Bruce Springsteen, Keith wore a Hawaiin shirt, and they were louder than any of the fans. We had to ditch them for our totally awesome seats right behind the team, even closer than last game, and best part of the night…we were on TV! I don’t know if it was on real television or not, but it was on the big screen in the stadium! That was even cooler than winning the game! We went into town and hung out under the tent again, which is apparently all there is to do in New Plymouth. And honestly, I was relieved to finally be in an English speaking country after spending 5 weeks in Southeast Asia, but I think it’s even harder to understand people here! I met Keith’s boss at tent, and I really couldn’t understand a word he was saying cause his Kiwi accent was so thick!

We stayed one more day in New Plymouth to recharge and make the boys dinner for being such great hosts. For the first time in our New Plymouth experience, the sun was out! So we climbed a little mountain because the big mountain, Mt. Taranaki, is too harsh for us. It takes a whole day and some snow gear to climb. And by little mountain, I mean we just climbed up a big rock, and it took like 15 minutes. Keith told us we would be able to see all of New Zealand, which was a lie, but we could see a lot of New Plymouth, the ocean and the farmland outside of Taranaki. It was a gorgeous view. We headed back to the boys house for the rest of the afternoon, and they wanted us to watch a movie with them. Sounds cute, but they put on the worst movie I have ever seen: Once Were Warriors. It’s a stupid movie about Maori culture and all you get from it is domestic abuse, a lot of violence and kids rebelling and misery. Why wouldn’t they pick Whale Rider? That Maori movie is great.

After the stupid movie, we made our fancy dinner for the boys: strawberry and almond salad, tomato tarts and shrimp linguini, then watched the All Blacks crush Japan. Poor Japan. After the match was the quarter finals of the National Rugby League, a mostly Australian sport. It’s similar to the rugby I know, but some of the rules are different and the tackling is kind of lame. There are 15+ rugby league teams in Australia, and one in New Zealand, the Warriors, and they were in the quarters, so it’s very exciting for New Zealand. And they won! There were two faulty calls from the ref that won them the game, but still they won! Keith’s friend said well, I don’t think they should have won that one, but I’m really glad they did. So they’ll play in the semis next weekend!

In the middle of the games, I got a call from one of Moira’s friends, John Walsh. Moira is a Kiwi that has been living in the states, but has some great connections for us in New Zealand, such as John Walsh. He called me, asked where I was, and if I wanted to go see South Africa play Fiji tomorrow in Wellington. Of course!!! SA is Jillian’s favorite team, and I love watching them play. So just like that we had two tickets to see South Africa, and we will be on our way to Wellington in the morning.