When I look back, the reason I was never really scared of creepy crawlies in New Zealand is that nothing in my home country is actually dangerous, and of course we like it that way. In New Zealand you won’t find any snakes at all, and the largest (non-poisonous) spider I’ve ever seen was less than a quarter of the size of any spiders you see galloping around here. The first time I even laid eyes on a cockroach was in Hawaii. So yes I’ve lived a very sheltered life as far as bugs and vermin go.

It never registered that I should be wary of spiders, because none of them could kill me. I never jumped at rustling in the bush, because it was likely a neighbors cat. Everything is different across the ditch though. Over here the spiders are mammoth-check out this one that was hanging out on the light when I was house sitting:

I mean come on- that’s not normal right? In order to unlock the front door I had to stand underneath the light and it took me five minutes to work up enough courage to get into the house. I stood there shaking, terrified that the beast would drop down on my head or down the back of my neck.

Here’s another example at the same place:

The first time I house sat at this house the owners left me a note letting me know that they’d seen a red-bellied black snake sunning itself on the path and I should clap my hands when I’m outside to scare it off.

What I don’t understand, is how Australians are so nonchalant about the constant threats to their lives. Living here I have to be on my toes-every spider in the vicinity is a brush with death, and any rustling I hear outside causes me to freeze with fear. I’m yet to see a kangaroo or a koala, although I’ve heard that both of those “cute and cuddly” animals are actually quite vicious as well.

I’ll be visiting the Great Barrier Reef in June, and I’ve done a lot of research on things that could potentially kill me there. Luckily I’m going in winter, as in the summer months I’d have to watch out for Box Jellyfish, which are almost transparent and have an incredibly painful (and potentially lethal) sting. I’d also have to keep an eye out for Irukandji Jellyfish which are smaller although still pack a mean punch-a sting from one of these guys can send an adult to hospital.

I will definitely need to be wary of the Blue Ringed Octopus though, as Australia has the only poisonous octopus in the world (of course). Even scarier is the deceptively harmless-looking  Cone Shell, which if picked up will kill without a qualm. From what I’ve researched I think I’ll be relatively safe since both of these suckers usually hang out closer to shore.

My real worry is the Stonefish, which is incredibly hard to spot and if stepped on causes excruciating pain, and the Lion Fish which can kill you with their gigantic lethal spines. My biggest fear though, is the potential for sharks, although I’m more likely to have a heart attack after spotting one than actually be bitten.

Am I being a little ridiculous? Maybe, but when it comes to the many deadly creatures in Australia I think Bill Bryson said it best:

It has more things that will kill you than anywhere else. Of the world’s ten most poisonous snakes, all are Australian. Five of its creatures – the funnel-web spider, box jellyfish, blue-ringed octopus, paralysis tick, and stonefish – are the most lethal of their type in the world. This is a country where even the fluffiest of caterpillars can lay you out with a toxic nip, where seashells will not just sting you but actually sometimes go for you. If you are not stung or pronged to death in some unexpected manner, you may be fatally chomped by sharks or crocodiles, or carried helplessly out to sea by irresistible currents, or left to stagger to an unhappy death in the baking outback. It’s a tough place.

Look I don’t have anything against Australia in fact I think it’s a damn fine country, with damn fine (if occasionally racist) people, I just think that it could do with a few more S’s added into its name to mimic the sound of the many poisonous snakes around here.

Ausssssstralia. Doesn’t that fit a bit better?

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There are whole suburbs of Christchurch that were almost untouched by the earthquakes-there’s an occasional crack in the road or a fence that still needs to be repaired.  If you stayed in one of those neighborhoods you’d be forgiven for thinking the destruction isn’t too bad.

Closer to the central city and the Eastern suburbs are the abandoned houses covered in spray paint, and streets in such disrepair it looks almost like a war zone. For months after the earthquakes a fine layer of dust coated everything, traveling with residents in their cars, getting under nails, and up noses, while the constant roar of bulldozers was always in the background.

We drive around the outskirts of the central city, along the Avon River and past the Botanic Gardens. Where there were once buildings there are now empty shells, debris, or somehow even worse; massive empty spaces. In the middle of the city was the CCTV building, where 115 people died. The rubble has been removed, and it’s now just a large concrete square. Flowers and pictures of loved ones lost hang off the surrounding gate, and the silence is eerie.

Across from the CCTV building are 185 empty white chairs, a memorial to the people that were taken that day. Each chair is different, from stools, to armchairs, and perhaps most heart wrenching, a tiny baby capsule. I shed a tear here. Seeing the empty chairs is confronting, as it’s so easy to imagine them filled with people, each as different as the chairs in front of me.

Many have fled, refusing to live with the constant aftershocks, or sick of sharing a port-a-potty with their neighbors. However the ones who are left are the most resilient refusing to uproot their families, and determined to stay no matter what Mother Nature throws at them. Those who had their houses red-stickered were at least given an option to cut their losses and leave, while those with a yellow sticker can’t. Two years on they’re living in limbo, staying in campgrounds or with relatives while they wait for their house to be repaired.

We visit the Restart Village, a shopping center made from shipping containers in the central city. I wander around, amused and impressed with the ingenuity of the people here. Brightly painted containers look like Lego blocks, and they house coffee shops, banks, clothing stores and souvenir shops, where you can find merino wool and just about anything with a kiwi bird on it.

I’m forced to admit that I should have visited before now, and when I did visit I should have taken the time to explore the city instead of avoiding it. Watching the news prepared me for the destruction, but it wasn’t until I spent a few days here that I was able to experience some closure, and see friends and family “getting on with it”. Lonely Planet named Christchurch a Top Ten City for 2013 due to its “breathtaking mix of spirit, determination and flair”. Maybe they got it right.

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Last week I was in Queenstown, New Zealand for a wedding. My friends couldn’t have chosen a more picturesque place to get married, as Queenstown and the area surrounding it are simply stunning.

It’s been years since I was last down that end of the country, and even flying in is incredible-I was taking photos out the window on my iphone and the pictures don’t do justice to the magnificent scenery. I’m not a religious person by any means, but whenever I’m in that area of New Zealand I get the feeling that there must be something more out there-I just can’t believe that such beauty could be a happy accident.

Anyway, I was hoping at some stage between all the wedding stuff I’d be able to sneak in a quick jump, and finally got my chance on the way to the airport the day after the wedding. I definitely owe my friends a drink for dragging their hungover butts out of bed early so that I’d have time to jump.

Queenstown is the adventure capital of the world, and the team at AJ Hackett take that reputation seriously. The first commercial bungy jumping opened up at the Kawarau Bridge in Queenstown in 1988, and it was this jump that I was lucky enough to do.

The guys who were getting me ready for the jump were teasing me mercilessly  and pretending like they weren’t sure if they were tying up my legs correctly, which is why you’ll hear me ask for one last check before I jump! The whole team was both professional and fun, and I can’t wait to go back and do the Nevis next time.

Here’s the video of my bungy experience (no judgment for the piercing scream I let loose!):

I can’t wait to bungy jump again, and if you’re wondering if you’re brave enough to give it a go… the answer is yes! If I can do it then you can definitely do it! The adrenalin rush is simply amazing, and I was on a high for the rest of the day. I’m still proud of myself for giving it a go, and I’m now planning my next adventure experience…skydiving.

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Old Town

Old Town is known as the “birthplace of California”, and it’s where the first Americans settled in the West. There’s quite a large area to wander around, so I recommend staying for at least a day.

Old Town San Diego State Historic Park is where you’ll find all the original buildings, including the first school, jail, and courthouse. The museums here are all free as well, making it an inexpensive place to visit. There are lots of little stores where you can buy candy, gifts, and books, and even make your own candles. To learn about the history of Old Town, take advantage of one of the free walking tours which leave at 10am and 2pm Wednesday through Sunday.

The best part of Old Town is exploring the historic buildings from the 1800′s, but the food is great  too. We found it very hard to decide where to eat with so many options, many of them mexican, and the margaritas were excellent.

The tour through the Cosmpolitan Hotel is interesting, although I’m not sure how much it costs since it was free the weekend we went. We were lucky enough to have the manager of the hotel as our guide, and he was both knowledgeable and amusing. I’m a sucker for a good ghost story and he told us the Cosmpolitan’s with a flair and sincerity that left me almost convinced that there was indeed at least one ghost roaming the hotel. We had lunch downstairs after the tour, where all the servers were in period costume. The food was great!

Mucking around in the Cosmopolitan Hotel

Little Italy

You’ll find Little Italy on and around India street, close to the airport and downtown. With small cafe’s and restaurants, and a relaxed atmosphere, it’s the perfect place to sit outside and people watch. Once a year in February there is Little Italy Carnevale, where lots of people dress up and you can wander around the stalls and watch different bands perform.

Although Little Italy isn’t big, It’s a nice place for a coffee on a Sunday morning, or dinner on Friday night. There’s a great coffee shop called Caffe Italia which has delicious gelato and free Wireless.

La Jolla

La Jolla (pronounced “La Hoiya”)  means “The Jewel” in Spanish, and it’s my favorite place in San Diego. You’ll see why when you get there so make sure you take a camera or you’ll be kicking yourself like I was when I first visited.

Seal rock is impressive, and although there’s always lots of tourists, you can find a nice spot to sit on the beach and watch the wildlife. Walk down to the children’s pool where the seals are and then continue walking right along the coast and you’ll come across the sea lions (you’ll hear and smell them before you see them). At the end of the walk there is a shop called The Cave. For four dollars you can walk down 145 steps to the only dry cave in La Jolla. All of the other caves are only accessible by kayak so this is a fun thing to do, especially if you’ve got kids.

Seaport Village

Seaport Village is best on the weekend when there are lots of people wandering around. If you walk next to the ocean you’ll see Tarot card readers, painters, guys making balloon animals, and people selling all kinds of stuff. It’s the perfect place to wander with an ice-cream in hand, and if you’re lucky you’ll even see “bird guy” who scared the crap out of my cousin Hayley when he walked up behind her and planted a bird on her shoulder. While it was the source of much amusement to me, you can see her trying to smile through her terror:

Is it just me…or does the bird look both smug and a little dangerous?

Coronado

Named the best beach in America in 2012, Coronado is the island across from San Diego. There are heaps of shops to buy postcards and ice creams, good places to eat and it’s a fun place to hang out and have a wander. You can grab the ferry across from San Diego, or drive across the bridge (get someone else to drive so you can take photos of the stunning views). Check out the Hotel Del Coronado, which was built in 1988 and a temporary home to many presidents including Barrack Obama, John F. Kennedy, Richard Nixon, Jimmy Carter, Ronald Reagan and Bill Clinton to name a few.

Hotel Del Coronado

Mission Beach

I have many fond memories of Mission Beach, and one of my favorite things to do there was to visit Belmont Park which is an amusement park that was built in 1925. Ok so this place is no Six Flags, but if you accept it for what it is: a fun place to pass the time and soak up the sunshine, it’s a nice way to spend an afternoon

If you head to Mission Beach you should check out Wave House. This is an outdoor bar on the beach, with plenty of room to drink and dance, heaps of bars, and even one of those surf machines (I have no idea what they’re called but here’s a picture):

For those of us who prefer to simply relax in the sun with a cool drink and people watch, this bar is great for that too:

If you plan to stop by the Wave House, make sure you have your passport with you. I usually just used my New Zealand licence when I went to bars in the US since I didn’t want to lose my passport, but these guys usually insist on seeing your passport. We were able to charm the door guy into letting me in without it, but I wouldn’t count on that happening again!

One thing I’ve noticed since I began selling travel to the United States , is that San Diego is an incredibly underrated destination. Aussies and Kiwis generally head to LA, Vegas and New York, or if they’re doing the West Coast it will be LA, Vegas and perhaps San Francisco if they’re feeling a bit adventurous. San Diego is only two hours south of LA, and in my opinion it’s about ten times better. The people are nicer, the streets are cleaner, and there’s far more to do.

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I started a new job as a travel agent, and of course I completely underestimated exactly how hard it would be. Training was intensive and although I walked out thinking I knew what I was doing, once I started the job I realized that I actually knew pretty much nothing.

On top of that, my nana died so I had to travel to New Zealand suddenly. While it was a pretty shitty reason to go home, it was really good to see the family, and see what’s been going on in earthquake-stricken Christchurch.

This is the view that I had, flying into my gorgeous country:

I come from a pretty amazing country.

My iphone just doesn’t do it justice.

Christchurch was another story.

Pretty sad.

But Christchurch will slowly get back onto its feet, and I know it will be a beautiful city once more.

Going to my nana’s funeral made me think a lot about my life, and how I want to end up. I don’t want to be sad and scared at the end of my life. I want to die peacefully, knowing that I did everything I wanted to do, and I hopefully left the world a slightly better place.

Right now I’m focusing on the future. I’ve paid off half my credit card, I’m back living at home so I’ve slashed my expenses, and I’m ready to save for an epic trip. The plans are slowly coming together at the moment, so I’m not giving too much away but stay tuned!

I’m loving my job, although it has pretty much taken over my life, and when I’m at home I’m usually too tired to do anything at the moment. It’s the first time I’ve had a grown up job for a while, and I think my body needs time to adjust.

How long will I be in Australia? Simple. For as long as it makes me happy.  I have no ties. I”m single, child-less, and I can do whatever I want. And you can bet I’m going to take advantage of that.

As for the immediate future, my travel plans are as follows:

January- Melbourne, Australia

February-Perth Australia

March-Sydney Australia

April-Queenstown New Zealand

May-Alice Springs and Uluru (Ayers Rock), Australia

June- Bali or Thailand (not too sure yet!)

Right now I’m living in a small town called Kiama. Our apartment is right by the beach, and it takes me nine minutes to walk to work. It’s a cute town, with markets every few weeks, little tourist shops, and a relaxed, community feel to it. It’s definitely a weird experience living in such a small town after San Diego and Chicago, but I’m focusing on appreciating it for what it is, and enjoying spending time with my family.

I’m trying not to accumulate too much stuff, since I definitely see myself living out of a backpack full-time in the relatively near future, and I can’t bear to give away/throw out any more of my belongings.

I was training for my new job in North Sydney, and while catching the train there and back was a pain in the ass every week, I did get the opportunity to walk across the harbour bridge and managed to take a quick snap of the Sydney Opera House. Next time I’ll have to take my camera instead of my iphone.

The Sydney Opera House

So that’s what’s been going on! Right now I’m taking it easy, saving some money, and slowly seeing Australia.

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In my mind it wasn’t going to be a big transition-after all I hadn’t been living in Asia or the Middle East, I’d been in the United States. Surely it wasn’t that different from Australia?

So what is Reverse Culture Shock?

Reverse Culture Shock can mean different things to different people. Often it’s the comparison of your home country, to the country you’ve just left. For some it’s the transition to English after speaking a foreign language for years, or coming to terms with the amount of resources we waste compared to third world countries.

For others it could be the realization that none of their friends care about their travels, and everyone else has moved on with their lives. Or Maybe they’ve changed so much that they feel like they’ve got nothing in common with the people closest to them.

It really hit me a few weeks ago, and I surprised myself with just how much I wanted to get on the next plane back to the United States. I definitely don’t want to work as an Au Pair again (two years was enough for me), but I was overwhelmed with this feeling of loathing for Australia, and the certainty that I really don’t want to be here. (Nothing against Australia – it was my situation here and not the country itself).

I broke down in tears, and I couldn’t even explain to my family how I felt, or why. I’d spoken to my host mum and the kids the day before my meltdown, so they were at the forefront of my mind, and I guess I was also judging Australia, comparing it to the United States and finding it lacking.

Oh Chicago…I think I miss you the most.

It was a weird time for me to get so depressed though. I was in the middle of moving to a cute apartment near the sea, and about to start my new job as a travel agent. After seven weeks of being broke and bored I was finally going to start living life again, but it sure didn’t seem like it at the time.

I think it was a combination of a bunch of things that set me off. I wasn’t getting any sleep, I was stressed out, broke, and unbelievably homesick for America. I wasn’t there for Halloween this year, and I’ll miss my host mum’s amazing cooking on Thanksgiving. My host kids have grown up so much in just a couple of months, and I realized that it could be years before I see my friends again.

I’m driving on the other side of the road again (in a manual car), I miss meeting friends at Starbucks, shopping and eating out, and everything is really expensive here compared to America. It’s spring in Australia but it feels very cold after living in California. The Australians seem rude in comparison to Americans, and I guess it all kind of hit me at once.

It’s weird to me that I can leave America (where I’d often complain about the soccer moms, the bad driving, compulsory tipping etc), and now that I’m here I miss every single thing about the states. Often you don’t truly appreciate a place until you leave it. I sure as shit know all about that by now. It’s one of my life’s greatest ironies.

But I also know that it’s time to move on. I can’t wallow forever. I gave myself one day to feel crappy and sulky, and indulged myself with a huge tantrum, and now that’s enough of that.

It’s back to real life for a while, with a nine to five job, working with adults and no longer wearing jeans and a t-shirt for work. And that’s ok-they say a change is as good as a holiday right? I’ll just have to give myself some time to adjust.

In the meantime, I’ll be saving for my travels, and slowly making my way around Australia which, (a few weeks after my meltdown) I can admit is a huge, beautiful, diverse country, and I can’t wait to explore it.

Has anyone else felt this way after living overseas?

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This photo makes me want to wander the streets of Melbourne again.

Have you been to Melbourne? I’m yet to find someone who hasn’t fallen in love with this city after visiting it!

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So Hawaii it was. I was desperate to swim with the famous spinner dolphins on the Big Island, and finally cross it off my bucket list. My goal was to swim with them in the wild, both for the experience and my wallet, but after a week of going to all the spots where the locals assured me that I’d see them and having no luck whatsoever, I finally booked myself a dolphin swim with a company called Dolphin Discoveries.

Why Dolphin Discoveries? Well to be honest it was because of this video at the bottom of their website:

It’s pretty much the cutest thing I’ve ever seen, and after watching it I decided I’d go with those guys. Show me an adorable animal video and I’m sold. It’s that easy.

I arrived at the meeting spot half an hour early, and very excited. There were around fifteen other tourists waiting to leave, and we chatted as we waited for everyone to get signed in. Eventually we boarded, and I immediately wished I had taken some sea sickness pills as we bounced along with waves.

The captain went through a list of rules as we were given our snorkels and flippers. No touching the dolphins as we can give them diseases, stick a hand up if we need help, and if we need to boot, do it over the side of the boat.

We found one pod of around twenty dolphins, and jumped into the water. I’m not the greatest in open water (a slight shark fear), but I’m a decent swimmer and I soon got over my fear as I watched the dolphins streak beneath us. I was a little disappointed that they didn’t hang around, but we dragged ourselves back into the boat and took off again.

The captain was communicating with around four other boats in the water (from other companies), and they let the others know when there were dolphin sightings so that everyone got to see them.

As we were heading towards another boat the captain pointed out three dolphins swimming by themselves. They were larger than the spinner dolphins and covered in spots. He told us that they were making the spinner dolphins nervous, which was making them swim so fast.

Eventually we came across a pod of around one hundred dolphins. They like to swim in the wake of the bigger boats, so one of the boats  had stopped so we could come find them. This time I was the first one out of the boat, and I choked on a mouthful of seawater as I realized just how many dolphins there were. It was amazing to see them all swim as one, changing direction and coming up for air at the same time.

I followed them as they made a huge circle around the boat, and I felt so peaceful in that moment I can barely describe it. They were so graceful, spinning and jumping above the waves, and there were even a few babies who kept close to their mothers.

As I was swimming the three spotted dolphins came up beside me-close enough to touch. While I will admit to a small amount of fear (they were pretty big), I was in awe of them as they danced in the sea.

Finally the dolphins started to stay close to the bottom of the ocean, barely going up for air. This means that they’re getting ready to sleep, so we left them alone and they took us to my favorite spot on the Big Island Captain Cook Monument. I was pleasantly surprised with the opportunity to snorkel here again, and without the horrible hike this time!

Around lunch time we climbed back on the boat and were given cookies, fruit, and cheese and crackers. I ate the best pineapple I’ve ever tasted, and it’s ruined me for all other pineapple. It melted in my mouth and was incredibly sweet and juicy. I ate like a pig.

I had a great time swimming with the dolphins, and I’d definitely like to do it again sometime. I can’t recommend Dolphin Discoveries enough. They were professional, fun, and truly care about the dolphins, going out of their way to teach us about these beautiful animals. I paid $120 including tax, and I would have paid twice that for such an amazing experience.

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Did you know this bridge was going to be painted with black and yellow stripes?

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• “I have wandered all my life, and I have also traveled; the difference between the two being this, that we wander for distraction, but we travel for fulfillment. ”– Hilaire Belloc

• “A ship in harbor is safe, but that’s not what ships were built for.”-William Shedd”

• “To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.” -Oscar Wilde

• “Life is either a daring adventure, or nothing.” -Helen Keller

• “If adventures will not befall a young lady in her own village, she must seek them abroad. -Jane Austin

• “To move, to breath, to fly, to float, To gain all while you give, To roam the roads of lands remote: To travel is to live.” – Hans. Christian. Andersen

• “The woman who follows the crowd will usually go no further than the crowd. The woman who walks alone is likely to find herself in places no one has ever been before.”- Albert Einstein

• “Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.” -Mark Twain

• “To awaken quite alone in a strange town is one of the pleasantest sensations in the world.” -Freya Stark

• Carpe Diem, Quam Minimum Credula Postero (Seize The Day, And Place No Trusts In Tomorrow).

• “The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences, and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun.” -Jon Krakauer

• “The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page.” – St. Augustine

• “All that we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us.” -J. R. R. Tolkien

• “Perhaps travel cannot prevent bigotry, but by demonstrating that all peoples cry, laugh, eat, worry, and die, it can introduce the idea that if we try and understand each other, we may even become friends.”- Maya Angelou

• All that is gold does not glitter; not all those that wander are lost. -J. R. R. Tolkien

• “Tourists don’t know where they’ve been, travelers don’t know where they’re going.” – Paul Theroux

• “You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose. You’re on your own. And you know what you know. And YOU are the one who’ll decide where to go…” — Dr. Seuss (Oh, the Places You’ll Go!)

• ” We all take different paths in life, but no matter where we go, we take a little of each other everywhere.” -Tim McGraw

• “The few who do are the envy of the many who only watch.” – Jim Rohn

• “We may run, walk, stumble, drive or fly, but let us never lose sight of the reason for the journey, or miss a chance to see a rainbow on the way.”- Gloria Gaither

• “I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel’s sake. The great affair is to move.” -Robert Louis Stevenson

• “Travel is like adultery; one is always tempted to be unfaithful to one’s own country. To have imagination is inevitably to be dissatisfied with where you live…in our wanderlust, we are lovers looking for consummation.” – Anatole Broyard

• “All travel has its advantages. If the passenger visits better countries, he may learn to improve his own. And if fortune carries him to worse, he may learn to enjoy it.” - Samuel Johnson

• “I beg young people to travel. If you don’t have a passport, get one. Take a summer, get a backpack and go to Delhi, go to Saigon, go to Bangkok, go to Kenya. Have your mind blown. Eat interesting food. Dig some interesting people. Have an adventure. Be careful. Come back and you’re going to see your country differently, you’re going to see your president differently, no matter who it is.Music, culture, food, water. Your showers will become shorter. You’re going to get a sense of what globalization looks like. It’s not what Tom Friedman writes about; I’m sorry. You’re going to see that global climate change is very real. And that for some people, their day consists of walking 12 miles for four buckets of water. And so there are lessons that you can’t get out of a book that are waiting for you at the other end of that flight. A lot of people—Americans and Europeans—come back and go, Ohhhhh. And the light bulb goes on.”-Henry Rollins

• “Making a ‘living’ is not the same thing as ‘making a life’.”- Maya Angelou

• “There are far, far better things ahead than any we leave behind.”- C.S. Lewis

• “One day you will wake up and there won’t be any more time to do the things you’ve always wanted. Do it now.”― Paulo Coelho

Are there any great travel/motivational quotes that I’m missing? Let me know in the box below.

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