The last time we went on a hike with Dan a new phrase was seared into our joint lexicon to represent a task of monumentally herculean proportions and nigh unbearable pain: Kiwi Moderate.
So the take away catch phrase for our next joint adventure through the blue mountains?
So we’re supposed to be bonding and stuff right? That’s what we’ve been told us married people do whilst travelling together: we talk and whatnot…or get divorced. True fact – travel either glues couples together or tears them apart. Cabo San Lucas is well known as the sailing divorce capital of the West Coast.
Being as we are both more “in it for the long haul” types bonding is pretty much the order of the day. One could begin to wonder though – after so much time together do we ever run out of things to talk about?
But like we said in the last article: WE GOT TICKETS TO A GAME BABY!!!!
It was supposed to be a women’s soccer battle royal, Boston Tea Party style, with Team USA facing the host nation: Team GB. However fate, and Canada, had other plans…
Leaving Melbourne we found ourselves with the same situation we faced in Auckland. How the heck do we get around? Additionally, Australia is a vast and for the most part barren place devoid of human habitation…much less hotels. Those hotels and hostels that are around charge exactly what you’d think they would when they are the only bed for the next 200 or so miles.
We found that, like New Zealand, long term travelers in Australia tend to purchase cheap cars or camper vans to get around and have a place to sleep at night. Wanting to have the genuine Australian backpacker adventure and having just come off a very positive used car experience in New Zealand, we decided this was for us.
Our Kiwi car never got a name. It just never seemed like it needed one. However, the second we saw the 1988 Mitsubishi Triton that would become our own wheels down under we both looked at each other and knew this “ute” (Aussie for “pickup truck”) had a name,
As Americans, Australia is fascinating in a completely different way than any other country in the world. Because of all the other countries out there, Australia is the one where we can look at what they have done and say, “but for a few key choices, that could have been us.”
Our mainland is similar size, we have the same parent-nationand defacto common base language. Most of both of our neighbours are from a different culture (US is beside Latin / Spanish influence while Australia is right next to Asia.) Australians came, in large part, from prisoners while the US got started, at least in the eyes of England, as basically a bunch of armed insurrectionists. After declaring independence, we’ve both maintained close ties with the motherland, we both had to resolve conflict with a native population, we both face similar issues on fronts of economics and immigration…we could go on. Our two countries had a lot in common starting out and face many similar challenges to this day.
Like slurpee brain freezes
Which is why it’s so fascinating how we have both developed along slightly different paths.
Then one day about a month into it, we woke up and realized that cleaning up horse poop at 3:45am 6 days a week sucks. In our defense, we were kinda tired that month so it took a while.
Now that were done “playing with horses” we actually had the time to start exploring this town. Melbourne is one of Australia’s largest cities. It didn’t occur to us what that would mean to two people who spent the previous year wondering around island countries with national populations smaller than most European villages.
Unbeknownst to us, this job put us smack into the middle of the backpacker working trail and as a result, our workmates were not who we expected. In what we anticipated to be a primarily Australian work group we found ourselves surrounded by 2 Kiwis, 3 Germans, a Sweede, 2 French, a Scott, 2 Americans (us) and a paltry 5 Australians. The foreigners outnumbered the locals by more than 2:1. Also the overwhelming majority of employees were female or as Greg put it to his unmarried brother Chris,
“Dude, wanna meet a bunch of young European Cowgirls?”