Sunday January 9th, 2011. I was sitting on top of a ferry to the Great Barrier Reef airport, looking at the deep blue water reflecting from the sky across the Whitsunday Islands, reminiscing on the past 3 weeks. As I was sulking about the end of a great adventure, one of my best friends turned to me and put it in perspective for me.
“You know – the last 3 weeks I could have been sitting on my couch, playing video games and relaxing from the hell of finals. And you know what – I’d be completely content with that. But instead, here I am with you – in this gorgeous paradise – sad that I’m probably never going to see any of these people again. But what’s better - Being content because I’m completely unaware of what I’m missing out on? Or completely broken up about the fact that I have to say goodbye to this wonderful place? I say the latter. And that’s just what you have to deal with, Patty, it’s the life of a bogan. You have the highs where you get to experience things completely unfathomable to other people, but you have to deal with the lows as well. It’s the life of a traveler, you always have to say goodbye.”
I can’t begin to describe the last 3 weeks of my life. Honestly, I think the only people that will ever truly understand my experiences will be the people I traveled with – but I’ll do the best to tell you the highlights. Dave Matthews has a good lyric “Turns out it’s not where, but who you are with that really matters”. I love this quote, however I really think I got the best of both worlds on this trip. Chris, Kyle, Em and I began our road trip on a 7 hour drive to Mount Kosciusko in New South Wales. It was Boxing Day and we were already thoroughly worn out from our 3 day Christmas extravaganza together. Its funny how close you can come to people from sharing a holiday away from home together – we had already become a family and were sad to leave one of our members behind, “Cousin Josh”. Despite our bodies already telling us noooo, we were in great spirits. I’m not known to enjoy car rides, but I have to say that this trip up the east coast of Australia was an unforgettable one and I don't regret one minute of the 32 hours of driving.
December 28th – 30th, 2010. It’s sad to say the only kangaroos I saw this trip were road kill. Ya bummer....but other than this slightly depressing site, the views up this mountain were breathtaking. If in the states, the last 2 hour drive to Thredbo probably would have been cut in half by a big road carved up the middle of the mountain. The Aussies, however, are known in many aspects to appreciate the environment and keep it in it’s natural beauty – soooo instead of a nice drive, we trusted our lives to Chris as he did multiple 180s up the winding narrow paths through the dark woods. It’s currently summertime, but as we were driving into “the largest ski resort in Australia” (aka tiny mountain town with one street) I could imagine the winter village it turns into during the cold snowy months. Cabins set among the creeks, cobble stones lined with Christmas lights…it was the Christmas wonderland I’d been waiting for! The next day was spent climbing one of the 7 summits of the world!!! The scenery was nothing I’d seen before – very peaceful with rock pools everywhere and no animals in sight. I felt like I was in the Lion King after Mufasa had died, a quiet safari but beautiful at the same time. Climbing the highest summit in Australia, check that off my bucket list!
December 30th – January 1st, 2010. Sydney, Australia. The ride into Sydney was a pretty easy one until about 20 minutes outside the city and wait – Em left her wallet back at Macca's almost 2 hours ago. We weren’t all too thrilled about the 4 hour detour, but ONLY in Australia would a person spot a girl crying in the parking lot, make the connection about Kyle Melling walking down the side of the highway in desperate search and stop their car to help them out. Emily had left her wallet on top of the car, so as we drove out of the fast food place onto the on-ramp her wallet and all of her belongings flew into the air. An Australian woman spotted the wallet has she drove past. She stopped and pointed Kyle to the right direction 1oo feet away. Em’s wallet (although run over and “slightly” torn) and all of her money/credit cards were found after a quite amusing Easter egg hunt along the highway. Success. We finally got into Sydney and met our jet lagged friend Jeff at his cousin’s gorgeous condo overlooking the harbor. We had a fun night relaxing and dancing on the beach of Bondi Bay before calling it a night to rest for the next days festivities. How can I describe my NYE in Sydney? – really only by my constant feeling of “wow, where the heck am I?!” Sydney was unbelievable. Throughout the day, Kyle kept putting it nicely – “OH.MY.GOD. I just went to the bathroom in the SYDNEY OPERA HOUSE. I POOPED in the opera house!!” “OHHH.MY.GOD. I’m drinking by the Sydney harbor bridge. I have a BEER by the Sydney harbor bridge!!” We explored the city all day, amongst many pub crawls and beers in the park, and somehow made it to a point under the bridge to watch the midnight fireworks. Popping a bottle of champagne with 3 best friends at midnight on NYE in one of the coolest places in the world, doesn’t get better than that :)
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