Sailing out of Australia would have been a great idea except for two things:
1) We had arranged to meet Tiffany’s sister in Bali on a specific date.
2) Our work holiday visa in Australia was expiring fast.
As we’ve said before, a key element to being good crew is being able to be flexible. Since we had to be somewhere at a specific time…oh and that our visas were set to expire in about 12 hours, flexibility was not something we had in abundance.
So a quick flight later and we found ourselves in what we’ve heard called the
Sometimes, oh and without warning of course, the whole town just separates from the mainland and becomes an island for a few months…so you want to watch out for that.
and the largest gator (sorry…CROC…because it matters while it’s eating you…) ever caught in the history of the planet? Yeah, right down the road.
New South Wales was also the first time we found a grog that 2 sailors would choose to pour out instead of drink. So, from our highest rating to inventing a new low there was quite a spread for New South Wales:
Being as Australia isn’t exactly known for its alpine ski industry pretty much no one outside the natives typically makes it to the slopes here.
The upside of this is that working at a ski resort in Australia enabled us to meet one of our main goals for our time down under: we spent 3 months working and living with actual Australians. As opposed to our previous job where we spent the majority of our time around European cowgirls; here for three months we were immersed in a, granted atypical but nonetheless genuine, Aussie cultural experience.
This, inevitability, led to the conversation on Vegemite.
Because Vegemite in Australia is a lot like guns in America.
We know, you probably never would have guessed that we were vegetarians for 4 years because we talk about bacon so much. But bacon is just one of those things that you must make an exception for (ok, and sushi…and BACON SUSHI! Crispy, salty, greasy yumminess – that’s what it’s all about! All Americans understand what bacon is, even though we tend to have some differences in our personal preferences. Most people like the straight up, traditional bacon – thinly sliced strips of smoked pig with a roughly 50/50 ratio of fat to meat. Some people like it extra crispy, some like it almost raw. Now, there are some variations on this theme – apple wood smoked, thick sliced, turkey bacon, vegetarian bacon – you name it, we’ve got It. Or so we thought.
So ends the Great Kiwi Road Trip. Now after all that driving, Who’s hungry!?
As we’ve already mentioned, there is a ton of amazing food in this country. European food, Asian food, and of course all types of seafood. One of the local specialties is the New Zealand Green Lipped Mussels. We found a place downtown called Squid Row where we could get a kilo of these awesome things for NZD$21. If you see them, you should try some. They’re great!
Also, remember the Sky Tower? Well if you want to have the highest tea in the southern hemisphere (because, remember, we judge things that way apparently) they put on a pretty good spread.
The Interislander Ferry is located in Wellington, the national capital of New Zealand which is situated on the southernmost tip of the North Island. No, we hadn’t ever heard of it either. Mostly because, aside from being conveniently located in the geographic center of the country to make it as accessible as possible to all citizens (see, again, Kiwis are just nice people, even to each other) and being the seat of the national government, Auckland trumps Wellington as the international city of New Zealand. Simply put, there’s no rude nickname for Wellington-ers, like there is for the JAFAs up north.
It’s in the interest of education and making you look important that we use the slur, bro. Don’t get mad.
Remember when we discussed how sailors spend their 90 days in French Polynesia? If you wanted to spend a month each on 3 of the islands or spread out to more remote places to spend a week here and a week there? Though we joked about it at the time, we never flat out asked the question, “What if a week in French Polynesia is all you got?”
When you’re lucky enough to be exposed to a new culture with one of your good friends as a card carrying member, you get to breeze by all the touristy stuff and get a back stage pass to what real people do for a good time.