Monday, April 26, 2010

What I'll Miss About Sydney


















As I go hopping off into the sunset, figured this list is inevitable. It goes without saying that I'll miss all the cool friends and interesting strangers, of course. However, these are things that don't really exist outside of the Harbour City.

Late Day Tamarama - cool cove beach, cooler when less people are there

Turkish Delight - angry owner, happy kebabs

NRL Fridays - those announcers get riled up when the guy is still 10 metres out. With the aforementioned Turkish Delight, it makes for good viewing.

333 bus - lightning quick, air conditioned, looks like an accordian and there's a fun circle ride in the middle when it turns

Mojos - tapas and sangria...bueno y delicioso

Dominoes Tuesdays - if you can get takeout for under $6 in this town, that's a DEAL

Sticky date pudding - this stuff is like crack on the dessert menu; we once went out of our way to order this takeaway from a sit-down restaurant

Spit to Manly - amazing views of the city, just as good kangaroo burger at the end.

Green/blue ocean water - it makes Oz look like some tropical South Pacific island. Oh wait, it is

Sport celebrations - these guys don't dance around like idiots when they score a try

Mom and pop shops - Wal Mart America hasn't taken hold of this place yet, which is refreshing.

Vaucluse - big houses and even bigger views of the city. Closest thing you'll get to a sunset in Sydney

Daily Telegraph - it's like the Daily News, except bigger and doesn't have the Yankees on the cover.

Coopers - the Sierra Nevada/Fat Tire of Oz, pale ale that you roll before opening.

Grand Finals - not as big as the Super Bowl, but the footy finals are near my bday and a sign that summer is around the corner.

Thursday, April 22, 2010

Lost in Translation

Since I'm moving back to Southern California from Oz, I've translated Aussie phrases I've learned into SoCal. For any others around the country, this may require yet another translation...

G'day mate
Cali: what's up dude
Everywhere else: hey there

Good on ya
Cali: nice
Everywhere else: splendid

Chockers
Cali: woah, that's alot
Everywhere else: a bunch

Sweet as
Cali: alllright
Everywhere else: quite good

Flat out/flat chat
Cali: super busy
Everywhere else: not available

16:20
Cali: 4:20 duuude!
Everywhere else: hey, happy hour

What's the go?
Cali: What's happening, bro?
Everywhere else: what are your plans?

Fully sick
Cali: cool
Everywhere else: cool

Pear shaped
Cali: bummer
Everywhere else: not going well

No worries
Cali: no worries
Everywhere else: it's ok

Tops
Cali: gnarly
Everywhere else: the best

Thongs
Cali: Rainbows
Everywhere else: sandals

On the piss
Cali: totally wasted
Everywhere else: inebriated

Taking the piss
Cali: busting balls
Everywhere else: just joking

Suss it out
Cali: chill, we'll get it
Everywhere else: let's figure this out

Capsicum
Cali: the hot veggies that go in my fajita, please
Everywhere else: the hot veggies that go in other, non-Meixican dishes

Heaps
Cali: loads, man
Everywhere else: bunches

Chalk and cheese
Incomplete, I still haven't figured this one out

Sunday, April 18, 2010

Silly Sydney














So about a month ago, I got a job offer back in America, which officially will end my time down under on May 18 and cease the Aussie Adventures for a good while. With a vacation to Thailand in between then, it only leaves me about three weeks to soak in the Harbour City and surroundings. A good part of that time will be catching-up with friends for the last time and tying up loose ends. Don't worry, I'll save time for a kebab or two before then.

Before I go, I wanted to share with those planning to come here some more aspects about Sydney (and all of Oz for that matter) that I find amusing. Maybe you will, too.

They really like their tank tops. They call them singlets here, and apparently it's warm enough to wear sleeveless shirts on a regular basis. I haven't rocked my guns too often, but invest in bright singlets if you're an apparel maker.

While you're at it, make jean shorts and white slipon shoes. Don't know where this fascination came from, but it's a pretty funny look these kids have adopted. Jorts are actually popular and not considered completely redneck. On a trip back to the states recently, my friend Meghan would not let her Aussie boyfriend Adrian roll to a SD Chargers game wearing jorts. Good call.

An all-boys school near my work has the most ridiculous uniforms. So they do the shorts, pulled up socks with shoes, ties and jackets as you would expect in Australia and England. If that's not enough to get your ass kicked, they have to constantly wear these barbershop looking brimmed hats at all times. I'm waiting for a group of them to break out into a rendition of 'Hello, My Baby' at any given moment.

For some reason, ATM cards (which they call EFTPOS) go in and out of the ATM reeeeaaalllyy sloooowly. But the money that comes out sure is colorful.

Have I mentioned how the phrase 'shrimp on the barbie' isn't appropriate since they calls them prawns? Americans must've come up with that one, along with Outback Steakhouse and Fosters.

London has 'mind the gap,' while Sydney-area trains has the less memorable 'doors closing, please stand clear.' But they do have a place called Wooli Creek.

Rice Krispies are called Rice Bubbles, Frosted Flakes are called Frosties, Cocoa Puffs are called Cocoa Pops (without the bird mascot) and Burger King is called Hungry Jacks. There are Woolworths, but it's a supermarket chain with limited cereal isles. Fear not, they have KFCs that actually sell a form of chicken.

One of their official public holidays involves a horse race on a Tuesday. While NSW doesn't get this day off like Victoria and ACT, most people leave at 1:00 for the race at 3, which pretty much revolves around champagne and drinking. Another holiday, which is coming up soon, honors war veterans by betting on dice games.

It's one of the cleaner cities I've come across, but you'd be hard-pressed to find a publicly provided garbage can. One time at a train station, I just had to give up and leave my garbage on the ground. Is it lttering if you genuinely try to throw it away but run out of options?

Bondi is less of a Sydney suburb than a United Nations of transplants from around the world. I'd say Italian, Irish and French win. Or maybe that's just the riff raff I run into at the Dominoes on Tuesday nights.

Sometimes the buses just don't show up for their scheduled stop. Does this happen in other cities? I don't know, have never been a consistent public transporter. Oh, and people love running for public transport. My favorite is when they don't make it.

They have shampoo and conditioner, but never combined the two. Maybe it's a national rule; both in one bottle just doesn't exist.

Brick rules the day. Every other building I come across is made out of brick, and most of those buildings are relatively ugly. Which in the end, kind of makes Sydney look like a sunny Great Britain.


My next g'day Oz post will translate phrases from Aussie to Californian....stay tuned.

Saturday, April 3, 2010

Journey to Jervis Bay

















Note to self: go to Jervis Bay if you want some great beaches, white soft sand, good trampolining, easy living and warm weather. Don't go there if you want your college basketball team to advance in the NCAA tournament.

A crew of us and assorted dogs made the 2.5 hour trip to Jervis on the last weekend of long summer days. Before taking the road on Friday night, I was told the correct pronounciation is 'JARvis," even with the E. Sure, why not, can do the pirate voice with that one. The rented house provided all the amenities: cable tv to watch all March Madness we need, yard for the pooches and a walkway out the backyard right to the beach. Even my room, which was seperated from a couple by a glassed door, offered the sound of waves crashing from the window.

After a late arrival and some Lingere Football League on Friday, we got up early enough to go for a morning swim and watch a tough loss by the Buckeyes. Damn you, Tennessee, couldn't even take it to the next game. But the day was saved with a trip to Cave Beach, where we surfed, boogie boarded and cricket-ed to our hearts content. And the water so shallow, waves calm enough, didn't even need to paddle out...the best kind of surfing. These beach experiences, complete with the green/blue water is one of many things I'll miss about these parts.

You know what tastes delicious? Mexican food, prepared by Andy, with a few cold beers. You know what Earth Hour is? 60 minutes where we don't get light or music, 60 looong minutes. You know what's more interesting than regular Scattergories? Filthy, dirty Scattgergories. With this group, the game left emotional scars that we're not likely to recover from. Ryan's attempts at coming up with a match for the letter O was pure genius. Adrian's dirty excuse for missing school was just awesome.

Unfortunately for Ry, the next day we caught his UK Wildcats clanging threes (and free throws) while going down to West Virginia. After that debacle, another swim and beer, we eventually had to confront the dreaded Sunday drive home - it's never welcome, but with Riley in tow, road trips are entertaining.

As for this year's Final Four, it's an enigma, I suppose Duke are the favorites. JAAAARRRrvis has to be one of my favorites in the Aussie adventures.