Joy Ride

Here’s a little bit of background. One of the latest internet crazes is group buying. I’ve seen the sites like Groupon back home but when I heard about Spreets here in Australia, I had to check it out. First, there was a massage, haircut, mani package that all of the girls in the office bought, second, Tiger Moth Joy Ride. This was actually Greg’s pick, we’re both addicted now and we’ll be blogging about deep sea fishing in about three weeks thanks to Spreets. The way these sites work, they get local places to offer vouchers on the website, Groupon, Spreets, etc, for one day. If enough people commit to buying they voucher, they sell them at 50-60% off. Anyways, I’m supposed to tell you about our adventures, not how group buying sites work.

Tiger Moth airplanes were made in Australia and England starting in 1931 for the wars. The particular one we flew in was made in 1940 and flew in WWII. Many of the remaining planes are used for crop dusting, a boring retirement compared to flying over the Gold Coast of Australia day in and day out. When we arrived at the air field, a group of Japanese people were waiting around for the planes to come back down. Anxiously, so were we. We finally heard the engines and looked up to see a small, red plane, falling out of the sky, twisting on the way down. The Japanese group held up their cameras and screamed. The plane stopped what looked like was falling, and pulled back up, gathered itself and continued with the acrobatics. The group continued to scream. After what had to be a gut wrenching ride, the plane landed and the passenger moved slowly. Come to find out, the group was a film crew for a Japanese comedy show. We couldn’t understand a word they said, but judging by the enthusiasm and over exaggeration, we assumed it was a comedy.

Finally, they cleared out and it was our turn. We flipped a coin, Greg went first. I took a few pictures and watched him take off. I sat and entertained myself for a bit and waited for his return. After what felt like only 20 minutes, I heard the engine again, looked up, hung up the phone and snapped more pictures. Greg lands with a huge smile on my face and it was my turn to put on the leather bomber jacket and goggles. My nerves were running high before the take off. All week I told Greg, “I can’t tell my mom, she’ll freak out, I’ll just wait until I land.” I didn’t have time to think before I was in the air to lock the keys on my phone.

After a short runway and few seconds, I was in the air. Wow, things were looking smaller and smaller down there on the ground. After about a minute, you can see the coast. Absolutely breath taking.

The plane takes you closer and closer to the high rises on the Gold Coast, going over the water and looking at the beach. Sometimes you can even see the dolphins in the water.

The plane takes a sharp turn and heads back. As I was cruising along with the wind in my face I snapped some awesome pictures of the beach, and myself, naturally, but mostly enjoyed the ride. The whole trip is about 20-30 minutes and is absolutely amazing. It’s not as adrenaline pumping as sky diving, but calm and scenic and absolutely remarkable.

After a smooth landing, Greg came up to take pictures of me in the plane. The first thing he said was “You didn’t tell me not to tell your mom.” The text message conversation between them is hilarious. “She’s up in a plane.” “Plane, what plane?!? Who is this?! Spill it!, I’m going to kill you!” After taking more photos, talking to the pilot, buying a teeshirt and thanking our hosts, I had to call mom and calm her down. She finally laughed as I promised to upload pictures asap. I think that was the quickest I’ve ever uploaded pictures to Facebook.

There is nothing in the world like flying in a WWII airplane over the beautiful coast of Australia and we loved every second of it.

Riverfire

Riverfire, which is held at the beginning of Riverfestival, includes a choreographed display of fireworks. Using some of the most advanced pyrotechnic technology, Riverfire is one of Brisbane'smost popular annual celebrations. It includes 30 minutes of non-stop pyrotechnics and fireworks from Brisbane's three major bridges (the Victoria Bridge, the Story Bridge, and the Goodwill Bridge), as well as from boats and buildings, and often includes a flyover and "Dump and-burn" from one or more of the F-111 Strike aircraft based at RAAF Amberley. Dump-and-burn of Riverfire 2010 was able to be seen as far as the Gold Coast and Toowoomba as the F-111 climbed from 300 ft to a higher altitude of about 10,000 ft. (Wikipedia).

We were invited to hang out with our Exxon friends for Riverfire and headed over to one of the guy’s apartments. We brought out our own artillery and took queso over. Again watching Aussies clean out the dip bowl. There were several Americans also impressed of our importing tactics. We actually did the math and are perhaps starting a side business soon.

We had a perfect front row balcony seat viewing the Storey Bridge. The fireworks began and they synchronize them to the radio. This was a pretty spectacular fireworks show but the dump and burn was icing on the cake. The planes light up the night sky with the huge fireballs. It was so fun to be a part of the so called last year for the F-111s to do the dump and burn.

Noosa Longboards

Greg surprised me by planning a trip to Noosa and on Saturday morning we drove north. We drove along the Sunshine Coast for about two hours and after a few wrong turns, we finally arrived in Noosa. Finding our resort was somewhat of a challenge but we were pleasantly surprised when we finally arrived at the quiet retreat tucked away in the hills. We checked in to our hotel and immediately wished it was our apartment. It was new, fresh and lovely which made it a perfect getaway spot.

Famished, we walked down the hill to the buzzing Hastings Street. We settled for an outdoor cafe and I decided on the veggie spring rolls. (I don’t always like to talk about food, but these were so good, we actually went back the next day.) The sun was shining and we hustled back to the hotel room to put our swimmers on and rushed to the beach. We skipped the shops and made our way down to the beautiful white sands and found a nice spot to throw down our beach towels.

Bliss. I read, Greg people watched. Once he started to get red, we decided to go grab a bottle of wine and a snack and go back to the hotel room. We sat on our balcony enjoying the serenity and just relaxed. Dinner was nothing to write home about but they can’t all be winners.

The next day we woke up early to enjoy our Sunday in the sun. Before lunch we walked up and down Hastings Street, this time venturing into all of the shops and boutiques. We ventured into the Noosa Longboards shop which I fell in love with.

This locally owned shop is like Hollister, only authentic, and I can fit in their clothes. They have skateboards, surfboards, books, DVDs clothes, hats, shoes, soaps, pictures, memorabilia and even a pinball machine. The owner was super nice and quick to strike up conversations, and, he didn’t even ask if we were Canadian! I tried to stop myself from buying an adorable maxi dress, I even walked out of the shop, but I eventually walked back in and purchased it. My shopping habits are different here, I find that I hold out for the special items that mean more than going to the mall to find something for that day. We love the markets and the
boutique shops and our wallets can tell.

After we were shopped out, we found a plot of sand and relaxed on the beach again. Again, Greg started getting red so we decided to leave Noosa and take the scenic trip back to Brisbane. We left the comfort of the GPS and followed the signs on the Tourist Drive to the Glasshouse Mountains. The Glass House Mountains were named by Captain James Cook as he sailed north up the coast of what is now Queensland in 1770 as part of his epic voyage aboard his ship HM Bark Endeavour. They were so called as the shape of the mountains reminded him of the huge glass furnaces (glasshouses) back in his native Yorkshire. (Wikipedia)

You can see the majestic mountains from the highway and all the way up the narrow tourist drive but each kilometre is more and more beautiful and when you finally reach the lookout point the almost 360 degree view leaves you speechless. We had an absolutely wonderful weekend taking in the views from beaches to mountains and definitely plan to go back to Noosa again.

Rugby and Coolangatta!

So it's been a while but here's a quick catch up. We went to our first Rugby game, so much fun! It was pretty tame compared to what we expected. Australia won! We still don't understand the game but still had a blast.

The next day we went for a runjogwalk around the city in the drizzle. We're runwalkjogging the Bridge to Brisbane which the locals participate in every year. This year it supports Children with Autism and it's on the 29th of August. As planned, we enjoyed dinner and drinks at the Storey Bridge Hotel, SBH, with Stephanie. One of the three restaurants was hosting Christmas in July. It was rainy and chilly outside and appropriate for the so called holiday, but we ate at the more happening side of the SBH.

On the 30th, we rented a car and went to Coolangatta for the weekend. After sitting in traffic, we arrived a little before 5:00 giving us enough time to take pictures from our balcony before deciding where to go to dinner.

We ended up at Aztec. That's right, we gave in and had Mexican food for the first time in Australia. After an intense conversation with the waitress who told Stephanie it was indeed too complicated to put refried beans on a separate plate, we all ordered enchiladas. For most Mexican food restaurants I've ever eaten at, it's not a hard concept to serve enchiladas with rice and beans. However, the idea has not caught on in Australia. Neither has cilantro. They also seem to think black olives is an acceptable garnish for burritos. Fair enough. We did not get sick and it was actually acceptable for as desperate as we are for Mexican food. After dinner we walked down the street to what we thought was an iviting beach pub. Ha. They wouldn't get Greg in with his flip flops, aka, thongs, so he went back to the hotel and changed his shoes. Fifteen minutes later, the big so called security guy with an unmistakable mullet walked over and told Steph and I that we would need to finish our drinks because we were wearing flip flops, aka thongs. We looked around as if saying, "Buddy, look around, we're the least of your worries." However, out of fear of being deported, we obediently left to change our shoes. When we came back, as luck would have it, ten other people came in the bar wearing thongs, cut off shirts or fifthly tennis shoes, not to mention, more mullets. None the less, we told the so called security guard how we felt and after he tried to chat up Greg, we left.

Saturday we were supposed to go whale watching but the hostess called to tell me it was too windy and we would have to go on Sunday. Fine, beach day it is. It was overcast and somewhat chilly but we had a great, relaxing day. Greg went and walked around while me and Steph tried to lay out. It looked like it was going to rain so we took that opportunity to take a much needed nap.

Greg, of course, came back hungry and told us to get up. After lunch, we found a quiet spot on the beach and enjoyed the rest of the sun.

We had pizza and beer for dinner and debated on trying to go back to the same bar. We we found out it was $10 to get in, we respectfully declined.

We woke up to a beautiful surf on Sunday, completely different than Saturday. The wind had died down and we knew it would be an exciting day.

Yes, it is winter here, and yes, there are sharks. However, Greg and I geared up in wet suits for our surf lesson with Dan. We both surfed, one, better than the other, but I did in fact stand up on the board. The whole objective of surfing right? No shark bites or major injuries so surfing was a success!

Whale watching was also a success! We set out from the Tweed Heads Golf Course, which is really a country club/casino. We tried to have lunch there with no success, evidently Sunday's are pretty popular with the locals. After about fifteen minutes on the boat we saw the first whale. He came right next to the boat but kept going, so did we. We stopped to see a whale who actually jumped out of the water for us.

Next stop, momma whale and her baby. They came right up to the boat! The guides were so excited about seeing momma and baby. Greg said he saw the hostess in the bottle shop afterwards probably buying some bubbly to celebrate. Their video footage was supposed to be on the local news that night but we didn't see it. After leaving momma and new born, we saw two whales jumping together. They were magnificent!!!

We tried to get as many pictures as possible but didn't want to view the whole experience behind the camera screen. Which is why most of my pictures are of the sky or water but we did manage some cool shots. Overall, our weekend in Coolanagatta was amazing and we had so much fun!

That's all for now. We'll fill you in on the rest as it happens. Hope y'all have a wonderful week!!

Sunday Funday

After a really long week and full on work trip, all I wanted to do was sleep on Sunday. However, Greg drug me out of bed and we had a nice Sunday Funday. Brisbane is really big on markets. We have markets on Wednesdays which are fresh produce, food and treats. Southbank markets which are trendy up and coming designers and local vendors of jewelry, clothes, trinkets, etc. And Eagle St. Pier markets every Sunday which are similar to Southbank markets but offer unique gifts ideas and treats. We’ve passed the markets at the pier a number of times but haven’t stopped so Sunday we made a point to do so. We bought a few things but mostly looked at everything the locals had to offer.

Around noon we took the City Cat over to New Farm which is a nice suburb with huge parks and beautiful river front apartments. We walked, and walked and walked, trying to decide if New Farm is an area in which we would want to live. The jury is still out on that but we’ll see soon.

We finally turnaround and walked back to where we got off the City Cat to a place called The Powerhouse. This is an old warehouse type building which always has something to offer in terms of food, drinks, art and live entertainment. We met Stephanie and enjoyed people watching from the downstairs restaurant and enjoyed the beautiful afternoon.

Greg and I caught the City Cat back to the city and just so happened to pass our favorite $7 beer and pizza Sunday special restaurant. How ironic huh? Early evening, we had about enough and called it a weekend.

Stay tuned. Tomorrow I leave to go to Perth and I get back very early Friday morning. For most of you, I’m sure you’re wondering what in the world that means to you in terms of time. I don’t know either. Saturday we’re either going to look at apartments or go to the driving range and then Saturday night we’re going to the Australia vs. South Africa rugby game. No, we don’t get it yet, but it will be so much fun! We’ll check out the Storey Bridge Hotel, which is actually a pub, on Sunday and try to get some rest in between. Next weekend we’re going to Coolangota which may sound familiar, we passed through there on our way to Byron Bay last month. The beaches look beautiful and we’re going whale watching. We’re so excited and we’ll post more as it happens.

We miss you all so much and hope to talk to you soon! We’re going to have to start staying up late or getting up earlier. We want to hear what’s going on will y’all too!!

The Lone Pine Koala Sanctuary

Yesterday we went to the Koala Sanctuary about 20 minutes outside the city. We had so much fun watching the cuddly little cutties.

We also watched the kangaroos lounge around, the wallabies hop and the emus stare oddly at us (not as cute as the others but neat to see).

One of the fluffy wombats waddled his fat body over to the glass where we were standing like it was time for him to be fed. They’re very interesting creatures, haven’t figured them out yet. We also saw birds, crocodiles, a platypus, Tasmanian devils and some of Australia’s most poisonous snakes. There was even a beautifully colored peacock running around the food court with the ugly bush turkeys trying to pick up on scraps.

Born in the USA

On the Fourth of July we went to Stephanie’s for a party to celebrate American Independence day with the Australians, Brits and a few more Americans. We fixed burgers, mac ‘n cheese and potato salad and of course DIP!!! Queso and ranch dip to be exact. YUM! (Thanks again for our care package Debra and Amy!)

Of course we had a great time! Steph even fixed Root Beer Floats. We proudly wore our boots and I even wore my pistols necklace (not too sure how that was perceived really.) I was asked if everyone in Texas has a gun. I’ll let most of you answer that question. Most people here have not heard the term “shoot first, ask questions later.” Disclaimer: this is a joke, we do not abide by this advice.

(Thanks Mom!) Our care package from Mom came on the 6th which was loaded with the most adorable pictures of Nash, a few of my dresses and most entertaining, “How to Speak Texan in 30 Minutes.” I took it to the office and everyone got a kick out of it. One of our British visitors asked if I really say “This aint my first rodeo.” OF COURSE I DO!! They also asked if there was really a place called Waxahachie. Yes, one of my really great friends parents live there, love you Jill!

Steph and I get a kick out of making the girls in the office listen to world class country songs such as “Honkeytonk Badonkadonk,” “Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy,” and “Boot Scootin Boogie.” They snicker every time one of those amazing tunes plays on the ipod in the office.

The biggest highlight of last week was GREG GOT A JOB!!! He’s now working for URS as a Senior Water Engineer. Evidently his boss likes to fish. (He wants to take me, since I catch the biggest fish.)

This past weekend our new friends who work for Exxon took us to eat good BBQ. The owner of Smokehouse is American and the menu was pretty extensive. We had wings, spinach artichoke dip, brisket, mac ‘n cheese, cole slaw and corn on the cob. Amazing! Apparently it’s the only place in town with BBQ as we know it and we really enjoyed it. We expressed our appreciation to the owner but definitely plan to go back soon.

Again, we miss everyone back home and wish y'all were here to experience this with us! We miss the Good 'Ole US of A but we're enjoying our new home. See y'all soon and take care!