Friday, May 24, 2013

The Middle of Nowhere

*Final Project

A couple weeks ago, the Loyola group took a trip to the Outback.  Our destination was a town called Broken Hill which was only a short fourteen hour bus ride away.  We woke up early Friday morning loaded our suitcases onto the bus and prepared to go back to sleep as the bus pulled away from the curb and we set off on our way (which is harder than it sounds when the bus is stopping every two hours).  Loyola students go on the Outback trip every semester as part of a class trip and thank goodness it was all organised for us because I never would have known what to do on my own.

The Australian Outback is a completely different experience from visits to popular cities such as Sydney and Melbourne.  It’s impossible to see and do the same things in both locations.  Rather than be surrounded by the constant buzz of city life found in Sydney and Melbourne, in the Outback you’re surrounded by a blanket of quiet.  I’m not saying it’s not well worth the trip (because it is) just that its definitely not for everyone.  

Driving along the road from Wentworth to Broken Hill it becomes immediately clear that they're not joking when they say "when you leave Broken Hill you leave Broken Hill." Broken Hill is a town in New South Wales that makes up part of the famous Australian Outback. One of those places that makes it clear you are quite literally in the middle of nowhere, the closest neighbour to this outback town is two and half hours away by bus. The minute you leave Wentworth heading towards Broken Hill, all signs of civilisation disappear until the paved road is the only thing to assure you that yes people have been here before you.

Boasting ATMS, hotels, and yes even a Subway and a Hungry Jacks (known in the states as Burger King) the town of Broken Hill itself isn't as rural as the journey there would have you believe but if you're planning to leave town to experience the outback for yourself the rural surroundings return as soon as you cross the border. 

Wild kangaroos and emus roam this two hour stretch casually strolling along the side of the road or sitting behind a bush before darting away across the barren fields as the bus drives by effectively spooking them.  Seeing these Australian animals in the wild isn’t a rare occurrence in the Outback and you’re bound to see them if you leave Broken Hill.

Despite the relative isolation of Broken Hill there’s plenty to do and see when experiencing the Outback if you’re willing to go for a drive.  We did a lot in our four days exploring the Outback and it definitely helped to make the experience what it was.


Day Dream Mine Tour

Approximately an hour’s drive outside of town will take you to the Day Dream Silver Mine where you can tour above or below ground while learning about the history of silver mining in Australia.  If you’re claustrophobic you should probably stick to the above ground tour (even if you’re not it gets a little cramped down there sometimes).  Walking through the tunnels of the old mine in your hard hat and head lamp will definitely be worth it though.  If you’ve never been in a mine before, you won’t understand just how expansive it is down there.  When you’re exploring the various passages its easy to forget you’re underground until you come upon a particularly low ceiling or the guide reminds you just how deep into the Earth you’ve ventured.  

When we passed underneath one of the mine shafts where you could look up and see the sky higher above you then you'd think possible.  At one point our guide had us turn off our headlamps and we only had the light of a single candle to see our surroundings.

The above ground tour is more low key.  Wandering above the surface while the other group makes their way underground you’ll learn about daily life at the Day Dream township.  The guide leads you through the remains of the small mining town to see the conditions the miners and their families lived in when they weren’t below ground looking for silver.  We walked into the small one room house an entire mining family would have shared and walked past exits to the mine that were no longer safe to use (honestly after that I was glad our group went underground first).






Outback Sculpture Park

One of the most common sites on postcards depicting Australian Outback is the Outback Sculpture Park.  A location on my own personal list of Outback must-sees, the Outback Sculpture Park features art unlike any you would see in a European museum: stones carved by artists into an array sculptures (like the one pictured below).  

Ranging from etchings of birds soaring through the cloud filled sky to intricate sculptures that seem like they can’t possibly be made of stone these sculptures are amazing: Australia’s man-made Stonehenge of the Outback.  The sculpture park is a great place to catch the magnificent Outback sunset and during my visit it was filled with tourists (okay and me) trying to line up the sun with a hole in one of the rocks to capture the perfect pictures.




Sheep Shearing Demonstration

Animal lovers beware.  This was a little hard to watch for some of us (and personally not one of my favourites).  At Eldee Sheep Station you can watch sheep lose their wool as they get their yearly shave.  The sheep are taken from their pens by the shearer and quickly transformed from the fluffy white animals of children’s stories to bald white things that look about as far from a sheep as you could imagine.


Mungo National Park Tour

Take a tour with an Aboriginal guide through Mungo National Park.  These indigenous people will walk you into the dunes while explaining the culture of the land and what it means to their people.  The dunes seem to stretch on forever to the edges of the world and once you wander far enough, the wooden walkway starts to disappear in the distance, leaving you alone with nature.  

Part of the National Park used to be a lake that has long since dried up and your guide will be sure to point out footprints, campsites, and other artifacts left behind by ancestors who lived on the shores of the lake.  At the end of the tour, our guide even played us a couple of songs on a family guitar.


Wine Tasting

Want a more relaxing activity? After a weekend of more or less hiking through the outback we certainly did (especially with the return bus ride looming ahead of us).  

While not technically in Broken Hill (its just over three hours south) you can visit Chateau Mildura and tour the wine museum or just have a casual wine tasting.  On the tour you wander around the Chateau both inside and outside learning about the history of wine making in Australia.  Walking through mazes of barrels and now-outdated wine making equipment you can see the changes that chateau’s have gone through with their wine making processes.  They may not let you squish grapes with our feet (this was slightly disappointing), but you can go inside a giant wine barrel.  

Connoisseur or not the wine tasting is a must at Chateau Mildura.  At the wine tasting you can sample any or all of ten wines (five red and five white) all of which are available for sale at reasonable prices when you leave.



Monday, April 29, 2013

Insta-trip


Here's a look at my time in Australia so far through the filters of Instagram:


One week #monash #melbourne #ThingsMyParentsDo
#StudyAbroad #BringOnTheSun

What a difference #OneMoreWeek until
#WrenthamToMelbourne

#PreBlizzard #2days #surreal

Today's the day!! #Australia2013

New best friend #BritishKids #Benjy #Melbourne #StudyAbroad

Australia Day 2 #monash #RezLife #deakin #StudyAbroad
#HomeAwayFromHome

Tanning in February #melbourne #StudyAbroad #86degrees

Turtle! #LoveThisGuy #onsies #ItsAThing #monash

#melbourne #australia #WhiteNight #amazing

Koalas!!! <3 #favorites #healesville #australia #love

The girls take #healesville #ZooTime #lake

#clubbing #melbourne #LateNight #friends

St Kilda #beach #melbourne #australia #summer

Beautiful day at #monash #melbourne #australia #barbecue
#HottestStreakInHistory

#beach #brighton #summer #australia #StudyAbroad

successful cooking attempts in Australia #pasta #alfredo #yum

time for #homework #classes #school

Sunset outside my window #australia #sunset

#Sunset in the Whitsunday Islands #OneFishTwoFish
 #whitsundays #NoFilter

The boys rocking their new aboriginal tees
#OneFishTwoFish #FarewellParty

#ThrowBack bungy jumping #bungy #AJHackett #cairns
#australia #amazing

I miss it so much #whitsundays #australia #beautiful #amazing
#unreal #TakeMeBack #NoFilter

Learning to surf #torquay #surfing #GreatOceanRoad #australia

Went to see the 12 apostles #GreatOceanRoad #australia

Sydney Opera House #OperaHouse #sydney #australia

Tourism at its best #sydney #bondi #CrazyTourists
#BeachHats #KangarooPaws #HalfAMug #souvenirs #australia 

#quotes around #sydney 

pita chips and empanadas #PreGameSnack

First #AFL game at the #MCG #CarltonBlues #AdelaideCrows
#footy



"Emu! Croc! Roo! Are you game?"


One of our first weeks in Australia, we went to the Queen Victoria Night Market for a little souvenir shopping (unfortunately the colder weather has ended this but we can still enjoy the day market!).  We’d only been to the market during the day and had figured the night market would just be more of the same.  Some of the other Loyola students in our group had been before though and recommended it for shopping and dinner at the food stands so we trusted their judgement and followed them to the train. 


Expecting only a few options (the market had to be smaller at night right?) we walked into the market and were immediately greeted by row upon row of brightly coloured stands with signs claiming delicacies from all over the world.  This one had Dutch pancakes. That one had Korean twisted potatoes (these are really good).  There were so many options we didn’t know what to choose.  


Feeling a little overwhelmed, we each grabbed a cup of sangria and kept wandering through the endless maze looking for our dinner until we passed a stand with a mustard yellow sign that proclaimed in bold black letters “Emu! Croc! Roo!  Are you game?”


 Kangaroos, crocodiles and emus.  What do they have in common?  Apparently they’re all “authentic Australian food” (yep thats right food).  We looked up at the sign for Banjo’s barbecue again.  People ate kangaroos here?  As skeptical as we were we couldn’t help but be a little curious.  Dividing into groups of two we stepped up to the stand and, after saying a mental apology to the kangaroos we’d seen at the zoo the other week, ordered a few Great Australian Bites to share (this platter had samples of all three).  


The platters we’d been handed didn’t look any different from food we’d eaten before but knowing what it really was, we were a little hesitant to taste it (I should note that I am a very picky eater--although Australia is slowly trying to change that).  Nevertheless we’d paid for it and we were strangely curious.  What would it taste like?  We were about to find out...but first we needed to find a table.  Apparently everyone else at the market had recently become hungry too and all the tables were packed.  After wandering the rows of tables looking for empty chairs (any empty chairs) we managed to find enough seats by splitting into the groups of two we’d ordered with.


By this time we were famished and could no longer wait to get our first taste of some authentic Australian food.  Dividing our small platter in two so there we could each taste all three Bianca and I came up with our game plan: Emu, then croc, saving the roo for last.  Cutting off a small piece of our emu sausages we took a quick picture to commemorate the moment, did a cheers with our forks and took a tentative bite…It tasted like any other sausage.  Encouraged by the familiar taste, we moved onto the crocodile nuggets to find that they tasted almost like a saltier chicken, except the texture was more like calamari (not going to lie that one was a little weird).  


Finally it was time for kangaroo burger.  After cutting the patty in half, it was more pictures (and a sip of sangria to cleanse the palate) before cautiously raising our forks to our mouths and taking a bite.  I’m not going to lie, the kangaroo was a little disappointing but the disappointment didn’t last long.  I’d been hoping it would be awful, something I could easily say I would never in a million years eat again, but it was delicious.  It tasted just like steak (and yes I have eaten it again since then--it was just too good to resist).  


Aussie. Aussie. Aussie. Oi. Oi. Oi.


*fulfils exercise 14

Last Saturday I went to my first ever Australian sporting event, and no it wasn’t rugby.  I’m talking about Australian Rules Football (or footy).  It was the perfect weather for a sporting event.  After a streak of fifty degree weather, whipping wind, and random rainstorms the sun had finally made its return and there was only a slight breeze to interfere with the beautiful seventy-two degree day.

The Carlton Blues were playing the Adelaide Crows.  Being Americans we didn’t know who to support.  We’d never seen an Australian Football League (AFL) match before.  We weren’t familiar with the teams.  How should we decide?  Answer: Always support your professor’s team on class trips to the footy (hey, it couldn’t hurt).  Rob (I’m still getting used to calling professors by their first names) had said he supported Carlton so we decked ourselves in blue and hopped on the train to the Melbourne Cricket Ground (MCG).  


When we arrived at the MCG we made our way through the crowed and stood in line brimming with excitement.  Unlike other trips we’d been on, we wouldn’t be surrounded by tourists here.  This would be a taste of the “real” Australia (as I’d imagine as baseball game would be for tourists in America).  Our shoes clicked up the stairs, sticking to the beer stained ground as we made our way to our seats high above the stadium and we shuffled sideways one by one down the first row of the section that enough seats for the six of us: Bianca, Katie, Hailey, Rebecca, Cassidy and I.  Even from our seats near the top we could smell the telltale aromas of french fries and pizza wafting through the air.


Rob had explained the basics of scoring to us on the walk from the train station where’d we met him but looking at the score board we were confused.  We knew that goals between the two larger uprights were six points and if it went between a large upright and a small upright it was one point but what did all the numbers on the board mean?  Without Rob, sitting nearby we had no idea how to read the score board.  Luckily, a group of Carlton fans sitting in front of us heard our hushed debate and took pity on us, explaining that the first number was the six point goals, followed by the one point goals, and finally the team’s current score.



Once we had a basic (very, very, basic) understanding of what was going on again, it was fun to watch the game unfold before our eyes.  It was unlike any sport I’d ever seen (in person or on television).  First of all, the field is a circle.  I’d seen rectangles before, even diamonds but never a circle.  Second, the players have designated positions but can pretty much do whatever they want (a theory Rob confirmed for us).  At any given time all of the players on the field would be clustered in one general area of the circle, and not because play had stopped.  Play doesn’t stop even when a player appears to be injured and the others seem not to notice, dashing around the injured player in pursuit of the ever-moving ball.



With thirty players on the field at a time not to mention umpires and runners (people who bring the players instructions from the coaches) it can be hard to keep track of what’s going on and which team has the ball, especially if you’re as unfamiliar with footy as we are.  The ball can be kicked or thrown (though it has to be kicked in order to score a goal).  We watched the fast-paced game in shock barely able to follow the ball with our eyes as it spun and spiralled and whizzed this way then that with no discernible pattern to its movements.  


As far we can tell Australian Rules Football has no close relatives in any sport (with the possible exception of rugby) but rather has elements from pretty much every sport known to man.  My understanding of the game was far from perfect but the crowd around me certainly understood the game and that added to the excitement in the air around me.  From the beginning Carlton (the home team) had the upper hand and liking the game better than some of the American sports I could mention, we whooped and cheered Carlton to a 115-83 victory (a surprisingly high score for someone used to American sports).