Monday, August 3, 2009

Greg sings in the shower.

Because I haven't seen the Opera House from every angle imaginable, this is what it looks like from the Harbour Bridge. My computer likes to red underline the word Harbour. It wants me to write HarBOR. I spend the night looking for ledges in order to take long exposure shots, so is the story of my life. Trying to hold your hand perfectly still for 3.5 seconds is harder than it sounds.


From Milson's point, you can look back at South Sydney (Glory Glory to it). This skyline is not quite as iconic as New York City, but I think it's way more colorful (colOURful).


And this brings us to Luna Park, located at Milson's Point. For 25 dollars you can get unlimited rides after 5pm on Friday nights. Apparently, every annoying, bratty teenager in Sydney also got this memo. Since I don't get off of work until 7pm on Fridays, this gives me (and my boyfriend) only 2 hours to fight past 16 year-old Australians and make the most of Friday Night Lunacy.

Barrels of Fun = not fun. Possibly the scariest ride at Luna Park/Coney Island and it's not even a ride. Since I tend to fall walking on flat ground, I should've known better. I did fine until the second barrel, where it changed directions. My brain does not work fast enough to adapt to this change. Never have I felt more like a hamster.
Gigantic Slides = fun. I used to love these things as a kid. It's the one where you sit with your feet in those potato sacks and the guy at the top is supposed push you when it's your turn to go. This guy did not push. I sat, I waited, turned and looked at him, and then scooted my bum onto the slide.
Devil's Drop Giant Slide = steeper version of Gigantic Slide.
Wild Mouse = omg, I am going to fall off. This is where you go if you want a picture of you on a roller coaster with the Harbour Bridge in the background.
Dodgem City = bumper cars are classic.
Ranger = upside down pirate ship ride. I'm really glad I skipped lunch that day.
Ferris Wheel = another classic.
Carousel = mostly horses, but every carousel throws in the random animal. This particular one had a couple turkeys.

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Backdoor, please.

I traded in my California drivers license for a MetroCard, then I traded in my MetroCard for a Blue TravelTen Pass.  I learned about different modes of transportation in kindergarten.  At 24, I can finally put my knowledge to good use. 

The bus drivers here have no mercy.  Pedestrians do not have the right of way.  The bus will not stop or slow for jaywalkers.  You better run your bum across the street.  Bus stops are abundant; sometimes there are 2 or 3 of them on the same block.  This may sound convenient when you walk out of a bar on Oxford Street and the bus stop is always right out front, but really...  If I can see the next 4 bus stops from where I'm standing, they are too close.  Why can't people just walk so that the bus doesn't have the stop every 20 feet and I don't feel nauseated after every bus ride?  


Bus riding how-to:  
1.  Find bus stop.  This is usually marked by a yellow sign depicting a man getting on a bus next to a bench that does not face the street.  Why?  I don't know, but how am I suppose to see the bus coming if my back is to the street?  Not facing the street makes it rather difficult to perform step two.
2.  Signal bus driver.  If you do not flag down the bus driver, he will not stop.  If the bus driver does not see your frantic waving, he will not stop.  If the bus has more than 15 standing passengers already on the bus, he will not stop.  
3.  Swipe bus pass.  Some stops and most buses will allow you to buy tickets on the bus, but you should get a bus pass just to be on the safe side.  It saves you money.  Ten rides for the price of eight.  The blue pass is cheaper than the brownish one, but you're only allowed to travel for two sections.  If they catch you, it's a $100 fine.  I have been doing it for 2 months and have not been caught.  I ride the whole route, that's like, 6 sections.  I'm an American, I don't know any better.
4.  Find a seat.  Depending on what time of day it is, different problems can present itself and you have to make this decision quickly or you will fall.  Did I mention the bus drivers drive like maniacs?  Start, stop, start, stop, start, abrupt stop, fall.  I need a seat belt and a barf bag.  My knee is bruised from sliding forward in my seat and hitting the seat in front of me.  Most people tend to sit where there are two empty seats.  If all the rows are taken, you have to quickly assess the passengers and grab a seat next to the least creepiest person.  
5.  Ring the bell.  The bus will not tell you where it is and there are no signs to tell you where you are.  It is up to you to know when you need to get off.  This doesn't sound so bad unless you don't know where the hell you're going.  Your friend tells you, "Get off at Palmer Street", but where the hell is Palmer Street!?  How do I know when I am there?  
6.  Get off the bus.  Hopefully, you have arrived at the correct destination.  If not, I hope you have your walking shoes on.  Most people thank the bus driver as they get off.  Sometimes you have to yell "backdoor!" or the backdoor of the bus will not open for you to get off.  That's what she said.  

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

Absence makes the heart grow fonder.

I travel the world and sell lingerie. It's a safe bet that there are people on at least 4 continents in 20 different countries wearing a bra I sold them. I have always wanted to make a difference. I guess we all start somewhere.

No, I'm not Canadian... and no, I won't grab drinks with you just because we are from the same country. There are 300 million other Americans on the planet, go get drinks with them.


Google map says that I need to kayak across the Pacific Ocean to get home. My 20 dollar mascara costs 50 dollars here. No wonder I make 20.25 an hour. Public transportation makes my head hurt. The bus driver on the 378 from Bronte to Railway So. is on a mission to put everyone in a neck brace. I travel 5 sections on a bus ticket for 2. I save my pennies for overpriced makeup and a plane ticket back to New York. I want to stay put for awhile just so I don't have to pack anymore. Apparently, my American (Californian?) accent is very "heavy"? It's hard to tell if people down here like us, hate us, or just don't care.

There's something therapeutic about writing, even if it is just ranting that only 3 people follow. I took a ferry across the harbour. Wind rages through my hair, too. If I had one wish, I would put the following cities within driving distance: Toronto, Chicago, New York, Sydney, Salt Lake City, South Pasadena, San Jose, San Diego, San Francisco and Irvine... and if I had my way, I would hug you all the time.

<3

Monday, June 15, 2009

Where am I going and why am I in a handbasket?

Things I cannot find in Sydney:
toilet seat covers -- If you value toilet seat covers, don't leave California.  
heated apartments -- It is colder inside than it is outside.  
trash cans -- I walk around with trash in my purse until I get home.  
bus maps -- Just get on a bus and hope for the best.  
cinnamon french toast -- 23847192 types of bread and not a single one for french toast.
turkey and avocado on sourdough -- I just want a sandwich... Is it too much to ask for?
buffalo wings -- Yesterday, someone asked me what a buffalo wing was.
Reese's Peanut Butter Cups -- someone send me some.  
Urban Outfitters -- where do all the hipster indie kids shop?
orange chicken -- buy lemon chicken and ask for orange sauce.
ranch dressing -- my pizza is lonely without it.  
Trader Joe's -- where am I suppose to find chocolate covered peanut butter filled salted pretzels?
fontina cheese -- we needed this for Stefano's chicken medallion.  
peanut butter M&Ms -- however, mint M&Ms are abundant. 
corn tortillas -- fish tacos are also non-existent.  
shaving cream -- Skintimate? or not.

Sunday, June 14, 2009

Gözleme


A Gözleme is a quesadilla without the mexican.


Week two in Sydney:
Over sleeping
Getting lost
Vivid Lights
New people


I need a tripod.

Monday, June 8, 2009

Beyond the Sea


Week one in Sydney:
Sleeping in
Eating out
Cloud watching
Job searching

My feet hurt.

Monday, June 1, 2009