Just an update which should be of particular note to my friends and family back in Victoria - I am coming home for Christmas! I won't get my hopes up for another white Victoria Christmas like the one I missed last year, but I'll be more than happy to settle for a standard grey and wet West coast Christmas if it means being at home.
It is only a visit though, I will be heading back to Australia after a few weeks - my Australian visa still has quite a bit of life left on it and it would be a shame to waste it. I will arrive in Vancouver on December 15th so I should have a good bit of time to decorate the Christmas tree, drink hot apple cider, and catch up with family and friends.
In the mean time, I am looking forward to the Noosa Triathlon Festival, which I'll be heading up to early next week. While I know I'll be plenty busy during the whole event I'll do my best to snap a few pictures while I'm at it, which will be a few more than I ever took at the Triathlon World Champs!
Monday, October 19, 2009
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Tourist Time!
With the arrival of Bonita and Jordan in Brisbane I made sure to take some time off to do some of the touristy things I'd been wanting to do since I arrived in Brisbane, but just never got around to.
I showed Jordan the Brisbane Botanical Gardens where we both climbed this huge tree he's in. Another day the three of us went to the even more picturesque Roma Stree Parklands to enjoy the scenery and the yummy gourmet food in the cafe.
Later we continued our sight-seeing, stopping at this war memorial before going for a ride on the Brisbane wheel.
And on to the Australia Zoo, where you can get up close and personal with the animals (at least the ones without big teeth anyway).
That wombat is one large marsupial!
And finaly, a few snapshots from our trip to Morton Island...
Sandboarding! Amazing fun, though I recommend you try and keep your mouth closed until you've come to a complete stop.
Bonita on the hunt for the last peanut M&M
...and nothing like a good milkshake at the end of the day!
I showed Jordan the Brisbane Botanical Gardens where we both climbed this huge tree he's in. Another day the three of us went to the even more picturesque Roma Stree Parklands to enjoy the scenery and the yummy gourmet food in the cafe.
Later we continued our sight-seeing, stopping at this war memorial before going for a ride on the Brisbane wheel.
And on to the Australia Zoo, where you can get up close and personal with the animals (at least the ones without big teeth anyway).
That wombat is one large marsupial!
And finaly, a few snapshots from our trip to Morton Island...
Sandboarding! Amazing fun, though I recommend you try and keep your mouth closed until you've come to a complete stop.
Bonita on the hunt for the last peanut M&M
...and nothing like a good milkshake at the end of the day!
Monday, September 21, 2009
Brizzy in Pictures
Brisbane, Brizzy, Bris-Vegas... whatever you call it, I've been here a while and I've promised loads of people I'd put pictures up. I wanted to attach them to my last post but had some technical difficulties with my camera. Luckily the tech shops here are full of helpful people who know how to find hidden folders on memory cards, so here they are!
Dusk on the Brisbane CBD (central business district), photo taken from the South Bank end of the pedestrian-only bridge. That's the Brisbane wheel glowing white in the South Bank Parklands to the left of the frame.
Me and Katina before my first night out on the town. I met Katina in France, before I even knew I was coming to Brisbane, so it was nice to know I had a friend in town before I even got here. When this was taken I had not been here long so most of the clothes I'm wearing in the picture are hers!
Just another day at the bike shop...
Playing footy, a.k.a Rugby and/or auzzie-rules football, in the Brisbane Botanical Gardens; the walkways in South Bank Parklands; and the Story Bridge lit up at night. I ride my bike over that bridge every morning on my way to work at USM Events and the bike shop - though I usually take a ferry across on the way home.
This next one is for you, Oma!
I couldn't resist. I know my Oma is more into baking but...
Out for lunch after Bonita's arrival, we observed these signs...
...though the ibis didn't seem to!
Bonita with South Bank in the back ground - it became a bit of a favourite haunt for Bonita, Jordan and I with it's parklands, cafes, outdoor pools, and cheap cinemas.
And a few more views of the city.
Tails, one of the two feline inhabitants of my share-house, who go a long way to making it feel like home, though will never replace my favourite fur-ball from back home.
And, of course, my place. If you don't look to hard you won't see the train tracks behind the house. The kitchen picture seems to have been cut off, but you can get a good view of the dinning room, living room, and my not-so-tidy bedroom, and a good start to my day :)
Stay tuned - pictures from tours with Bonita and Jordan coming soon! I wish I also had pictures from the Triathlon World champs to post too, but I was so busy working that there wasn't much time for picture-taking. However, I think I can come up with at least a few for a future post.
Dusk on the Brisbane CBD (central business district), photo taken from the South Bank end of the pedestrian-only bridge. That's the Brisbane wheel glowing white in the South Bank Parklands to the left of the frame.
Me and Katina before my first night out on the town. I met Katina in France, before I even knew I was coming to Brisbane, so it was nice to know I had a friend in town before I even got here. When this was taken I had not been here long so most of the clothes I'm wearing in the picture are hers!
Just another day at the bike shop...
Playing footy, a.k.a Rugby and/or auzzie-rules football, in the Brisbane Botanical Gardens; the walkways in South Bank Parklands; and the Story Bridge lit up at night. I ride my bike over that bridge every morning on my way to work at USM Events and the bike shop - though I usually take a ferry across on the way home.
This next one is for you, Oma!
I couldn't resist. I know my Oma is more into baking but...
Out for lunch after Bonita's arrival, we observed these signs...
...though the ibis didn't seem to!
Bonita with South Bank in the back ground - it became a bit of a favourite haunt for Bonita, Jordan and I with it's parklands, cafes, outdoor pools, and cheap cinemas.
And a few more views of the city.
Tails, one of the two feline inhabitants of my share-house, who go a long way to making it feel like home, though will never replace my favourite fur-ball from back home.
And, of course, my place. If you don't look to hard you won't see the train tracks behind the house. The kitchen picture seems to have been cut off, but you can get a good view of the dinning room, living room, and my not-so-tidy bedroom, and a good start to my day :)
Stay tuned - pictures from tours with Bonita and Jordan coming soon! I wish I also had pictures from the Triathlon World champs to post too, but I was so busy working that there wasn't much time for picture-taking. However, I think I can come up with at least a few for a future post.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
A New Year
It's hard to beleive it has already been over a year since I left home. It is now September 2009, and one year ago I wasn't entirely sure where I would be at this point, although I have to say I am not terribly surprised that I am still on the other side of the world, and still unsure as to how long I will stay here. With the month of September and my one year travel anniversary, and the old student habbit of starting a new year around this time, it felt like a good time give my blog a fresh new look, get my blogging motivation up, and get back in the habbit.
First, a few house-keeping items... The last time I posted I was just in the process of finding a job and a place to live, both of which I have now been enjoying for a couple moths.
I got successfully through my trial period at 99Bikes, and in early July started working at 99Bikes in Chermside - a little farther out of town than I was hoping, but once I got my bike here it made for a decent commute. I am happy I got a job like that as opposed to some bar or fruit-picking job, which is commom source of income amongst the backpacking set. I'm feeling less like a backpacker all the time though, especially since I now own more clothes than I'd be able to fit in my backpack!
Early July also saw me start at USM Events. This internship is the reason I decided to settle in Brisabne a while, but being an unpaid internship, I have been deviding my time beween USM and the bike shop. Things started off relatively slow at USM, but quickly picked up as we got closer to the Brisge to Bisbane Run(a 10km race with over 45000 partipants, simmilar to the Victoria Times Colonist 10K and Vancouver Sun Run) and the ITU Triathlon World Championships.
As for accommodation, I was lucky to find a very affordable yet decent sharehouse in the suburb of Cannon Hill, about 20 min from the city center by train. When I was looking for a place to live it would have been hard to find something cheaper than this, though there were many that were much less inviting. There are six people in the house, though the two levels are seperate so it's just me and two other girls on the top floor, and two guys and a girl downstairs - a realtively international mix of 4 Auzzies, 1 Canadian and 1 Italian. I get along well with all my house-mates, the only real down side to the place being it's proximity to the train tracks and station, and location smack on the flight path of planes heading in for landing at the Brisbane airport. Other than that the neighbourhood is fairly quiet and there are shops nearby, and honestly I wouldn't change the train station thing if I could because right now I can make it from my front door to the train door in less than three minutes... possible less than two now I think about it. Very handy if I'm running late.
I mentioned above that I have my bike here, and want to thank my aunt Bonita for bringing it all the way over from Canada when she came to Australia. It's been my main method of getting to and from work, saves paying for public transport every day, and so far is the only thing I've been doing to get back in shape.
Last month I had the chance to hand out with family for the first time in ages, both Bonita and my brother Jordan were in town, and after working just about non-stop since I got here, it was nice to take a break and wander the city parks, visit Australia Zoo, and go on a trip to Morton Island.
Now for what some of you back home may be wondering... when, exactly, will I be coming back to the great white north? Well, as sunny and warm as it will be here in December, right now the plan is to come home for Christmas. The thing is, my visa for Oz is valid untill 1 May next year, so I may possibly return to the land down under while I can. If I have saved enough money by then I could take up the nomadic lifestyle again, or, I would also be tempted to stay a while longer if I get offered paid work at USM Events. We just had the triathlon world championships last week, and it was rediculouly exausting, yet I am still keen to do it all again for our next big event. You'd think I'd be turned off by dawn till dusk work days, but so long as it's not all the time I don't mind the challenge.
For now I have been given a couple extra days off after the event, so I going to enjoy a lazy morning watching TV series on DVD with a few house-mates who also had a sleep in. Later I may think about going to a free trial session at a local triathlon club, but then again, maybe that can wait till next week :)
First, a few house-keeping items... The last time I posted I was just in the process of finding a job and a place to live, both of which I have now been enjoying for a couple moths.
I got successfully through my trial period at 99Bikes, and in early July started working at 99Bikes in Chermside - a little farther out of town than I was hoping, but once I got my bike here it made for a decent commute. I am happy I got a job like that as opposed to some bar or fruit-picking job, which is commom source of income amongst the backpacking set. I'm feeling less like a backpacker all the time though, especially since I now own more clothes than I'd be able to fit in my backpack!
Early July also saw me start at USM Events. This internship is the reason I decided to settle in Brisabne a while, but being an unpaid internship, I have been deviding my time beween USM and the bike shop. Things started off relatively slow at USM, but quickly picked up as we got closer to the Brisge to Bisbane Run(a 10km race with over 45000 partipants, simmilar to the Victoria Times Colonist 10K and Vancouver Sun Run) and the ITU Triathlon World Championships.
As for accommodation, I was lucky to find a very affordable yet decent sharehouse in the suburb of Cannon Hill, about 20 min from the city center by train. When I was looking for a place to live it would have been hard to find something cheaper than this, though there were many that were much less inviting. There are six people in the house, though the two levels are seperate so it's just me and two other girls on the top floor, and two guys and a girl downstairs - a realtively international mix of 4 Auzzies, 1 Canadian and 1 Italian. I get along well with all my house-mates, the only real down side to the place being it's proximity to the train tracks and station, and location smack on the flight path of planes heading in for landing at the Brisbane airport. Other than that the neighbourhood is fairly quiet and there are shops nearby, and honestly I wouldn't change the train station thing if I could because right now I can make it from my front door to the train door in less than three minutes... possible less than two now I think about it. Very handy if I'm running late.
I mentioned above that I have my bike here, and want to thank my aunt Bonita for bringing it all the way over from Canada when she came to Australia. It's been my main method of getting to and from work, saves paying for public transport every day, and so far is the only thing I've been doing to get back in shape.
Last month I had the chance to hand out with family for the first time in ages, both Bonita and my brother Jordan were in town, and after working just about non-stop since I got here, it was nice to take a break and wander the city parks, visit Australia Zoo, and go on a trip to Morton Island.
Now for what some of you back home may be wondering... when, exactly, will I be coming back to the great white north? Well, as sunny and warm as it will be here in December, right now the plan is to come home for Christmas. The thing is, my visa for Oz is valid untill 1 May next year, so I may possibly return to the land down under while I can. If I have saved enough money by then I could take up the nomadic lifestyle again, or, I would also be tempted to stay a while longer if I get offered paid work at USM Events. We just had the triathlon world championships last week, and it was rediculouly exausting, yet I am still keen to do it all again for our next big event. You'd think I'd be turned off by dawn till dusk work days, but so long as it's not all the time I don't mind the challenge.
For now I have been given a couple extra days off after the event, so I going to enjoy a lazy morning watching TV series on DVD with a few house-mates who also had a sleep in. Later I may think about going to a free trial session at a local triathlon club, but then again, maybe that can wait till next week :)
Friday, June 12, 2009
A Break From the Nomadic Lifestyle
Hi faithful readers, (if I have any left). After finally reading my brother's wonderfull blog posts from the last month I've realized how out of date I am with my own. Now that I have finally ditched the nomadic lifestyle for a while and actually taken up residence somewhere for more than a week or so I have no more excuses. Yup, no more transient Carla, from now until at least the end of November my home will be Brisbane, capital of Queensland, Asutralia. Not that I actually have a home yet, some very kind friends are providinge me with a roof over my head until I find my own place, saving my sanity and my wallet from the inevitable effects of long-term hostelling.
I shouldn't get ahead of my self though, most of you haven't heard a peep from me since my unexplained Thailand photos were posted, and would probably like to know what I've been up to since then. Unfortunately Thailand stories will have to wait, and if you are still curious when I get back you can take me out for a drink and hear all about friendly people on third class trains, Thai New Years, REALLY steep hills on scooters, black moon parties, and caves with very large spiders (the classification of 'massive' now being taken by Australian spiders).
The first of May saw me touch down in the airport outside Sydney, a city that strikes me as big, sparkly, and rather Vancouver-like in atmosphere and geography. The central area is certainly very clean and classy wiht shiny skyscrapers and immaculately-kept parks and green spaces, but it still has some more "colourful" neighbourhoods such as the one where my hostel was located.(Cheap rent comes at a price I suppose). As it was autumn heading into winter it was not the hot weather most people imagine when they think of Australia, but it was mostly clear and sunny, and frankly after being in hot and humid places for five months the cool breeze was a relief. I spent a lot of time walking, taking in the Botanic Gardens, the Opera House, Darling Harbour, and anything that caught my interest and/or was free, (such as an extremely good exhibition of World Press photos at the state library).
A visit to Syndey without a picture like this just wouldn't seem right!
JELLIES!!! (Not the dangerous kind, though since this was in a downtown harbour you wouldn't go swimming there anyway)
My effort to find an original angle on an over-photographed landmark.
The boulevard in sunny Darling Harbour
The Sydney Botanical Gardens, looking as prestine as perfect as ever.
The view from my room at the hostle, "Asylum" - Bizzar name, but good rates.
Being in a big shiny city like Sydney, I had to go out at least once. On the right is Ben, a young German who became a sight-seeing buddy of mine, and can dance surprizingly well, even when more than slightly intoxicated. Behind him is a friend of his he ran into at the pub.
The thing is, all this traveling, even done on a backpacker's budget, adds up. I could not, however, resist the urge to indulge my cinema-craving by going to see the new Startrek movie on the biggest IMAX screen in the world, once I found out it was in Sydney.(Though I did it with a 50% off cupon, I might add). Luckily, I arrived in Oz with a work visa in hand and got right into job hunting. Unfortunately, the current ecomonic climate, and the fact that I knew I wasn't going to be staying in Sydney very long, made job hunting there a little tricky, so after a little over a week I decided to move on.
I headed up to the Blue Mountains, just two hours out of Sydney, but worlds away in climate. The Blue Mountains are actually a plateau, at a much higher elevation than the coast, which means it's cold!! I Got a job cleaning the YHA hostel kitchen in exchange for free accomadation, so I could take my time hiking around the area, and cozy-ing up with a book in front of the fire. It was fortunate I had time to include the latter because I think going so quickly from the extreme heat of Thailand and Africa to windy mountain-tops was a shock to my system, and I wound up with a cold. A quick recovery was important because I had scheduled a caving trip for the day before I left the area. It included hiking, climbing, squeezing through rather tight crevasses, and abseiling (or rappelling as we call it back home) into deep, narrow canyons. Excellent fun.
One of my tour-mates going down our first drop. I was the lucky one to be first over the edge.
The Three Sisters. According to some legends, a protective father had his three daughters turned to stone to guard them from the unwanted advances of young men, but they ended up stuck that way. Oops. Still, makes a great scenery and is one of the biggest tourist attractions of the Blue Mountains.
After the Blue Mountains I set myself up with a work-for-food-and-accomadation stint on a farm through the website helpexchange.net. Great website and a great way to travel, as it gets you off the tourist track and meeting more locals, and learning about their lifestyle and farming, or whatever it is that they do, (the website is not just for farm work). I stayed with the Booth family, who live just outside the small town of Wingham, pop 3970, about a 5 hour train ride north of Sydney, half way up the coast of New South Wales. They were great hosts and I really enjoyed my stay with them, although the weather could have been better - some of you may have seen shots of the flooding on the east coast of Oz a while back. We weren't as badly hit as other places, but it was still pretty darn wet! They have cows and chickens (or chooks, as they call them here), which I fed every day, and even had the joy a catching a few escapees when they got out of the coop.
One of the chook pens, an orange tree, and the weather-vein on one of the few sunny days on the farm.
Tree-planting to restore a local creek area.
Some effects of the flooding on the Manning River near Wingham- and this is after the water has already gone down some from the highest point!
After the first farm I headed up to Coffs Harbour, a coastal town with a nice marina, but it was really just a stop-over to prpare for the next step of my trip. (After being without regular or fast internet for a couple weeks, using the YHA expensive but super-fast connections let me catch up a little.) I set up another farm stay through help-exchange near Byron Bay, a tourist/hippy/surfer mecca, so I got a chance to visit it without paying a premium. By then the weather had improved a little, and though it was maybe a bit cold for swimming there were still surfers out and it made for a good wallk on the beach.
A surfer taking a break to admire the view.
That farmstay was only a few days, as I was keen to get to Brisbane to find a place to live and a paid job before my internship at USM Events started. (That, and by this point in my travels continuous tourism was just no longer financially feasable, so if I wantded to keep a roof over my head paid employment was a must). Also, as much fun as it has been wandering the globe and moving around to nobobdy's plan but my own, the prospect of having my own room and not having to carry spare groceries from one spot to the next every few days was beggining to look very attractive.
So when I landed in Brisbane in early June, about a week anf a half ago from writing this, I got right down to business. Though some of my fellow hostellers were impressed with my determination to find work (some of them had been there weeks with no results), even with continuous searching jobs don't just fall into your lap and I was very gratefull when some friends of my parents offered me a place to stay till I was up and running. Lise and Paul stayed at my parents' place for a summer when I was about five years old, when they were close to my age and on a similar travelling adventure. Lise is Canadian and decided to move to Austrlia with Paul (as Auzzie as they come), and they now live on the ourskirts of Brisbane with their three kids, Thomas, Liam, and Geogeia. They are generously letting me stay as long as I need, though I may not actually be here too much longer. I start work at a bike shop in a couple days, and after much searching I have found a few affordable yet decent places up for rent that look promising. In the mean time, I have an orientation meeting for USM coming tomorrow, so it looks like I am going to have no problem keeping myself busy.
Good thing I'm getting this blog done now :)
Hopefully by next post I can include photos of my new place along with my new city.
Till then,
Carla
I shouldn't get ahead of my self though, most of you haven't heard a peep from me since my unexplained Thailand photos were posted, and would probably like to know what I've been up to since then. Unfortunately Thailand stories will have to wait, and if you are still curious when I get back you can take me out for a drink and hear all about friendly people on third class trains, Thai New Years, REALLY steep hills on scooters, black moon parties, and caves with very large spiders (the classification of 'massive' now being taken by Australian spiders).
The first of May saw me touch down in the airport outside Sydney, a city that strikes me as big, sparkly, and rather Vancouver-like in atmosphere and geography. The central area is certainly very clean and classy wiht shiny skyscrapers and immaculately-kept parks and green spaces, but it still has some more "colourful" neighbourhoods such as the one where my hostel was located.(Cheap rent comes at a price I suppose). As it was autumn heading into winter it was not the hot weather most people imagine when they think of Australia, but it was mostly clear and sunny, and frankly after being in hot and humid places for five months the cool breeze was a relief. I spent a lot of time walking, taking in the Botanic Gardens, the Opera House, Darling Harbour, and anything that caught my interest and/or was free, (such as an extremely good exhibition of World Press photos at the state library).
A visit to Syndey without a picture like this just wouldn't seem right!
JELLIES!!! (Not the dangerous kind, though since this was in a downtown harbour you wouldn't go swimming there anyway)
My effort to find an original angle on an over-photographed landmark.
The boulevard in sunny Darling Harbour
The Sydney Botanical Gardens, looking as prestine as perfect as ever.
The view from my room at the hostle, "Asylum" - Bizzar name, but good rates.
Being in a big shiny city like Sydney, I had to go out at least once. On the right is Ben, a young German who became a sight-seeing buddy of mine, and can dance surprizingly well, even when more than slightly intoxicated. Behind him is a friend of his he ran into at the pub.
The thing is, all this traveling, even done on a backpacker's budget, adds up. I could not, however, resist the urge to indulge my cinema-craving by going to see the new Startrek movie on the biggest IMAX screen in the world, once I found out it was in Sydney.(Though I did it with a 50% off cupon, I might add). Luckily, I arrived in Oz with a work visa in hand and got right into job hunting. Unfortunately, the current ecomonic climate, and the fact that I knew I wasn't going to be staying in Sydney very long, made job hunting there a little tricky, so after a little over a week I decided to move on.
I headed up to the Blue Mountains, just two hours out of Sydney, but worlds away in climate. The Blue Mountains are actually a plateau, at a much higher elevation than the coast, which means it's cold!! I Got a job cleaning the YHA hostel kitchen in exchange for free accomadation, so I could take my time hiking around the area, and cozy-ing up with a book in front of the fire. It was fortunate I had time to include the latter because I think going so quickly from the extreme heat of Thailand and Africa to windy mountain-tops was a shock to my system, and I wound up with a cold. A quick recovery was important because I had scheduled a caving trip for the day before I left the area. It included hiking, climbing, squeezing through rather tight crevasses, and abseiling (or rappelling as we call it back home) into deep, narrow canyons. Excellent fun.
One of my tour-mates going down our first drop. I was the lucky one to be first over the edge.
The Three Sisters. According to some legends, a protective father had his three daughters turned to stone to guard them from the unwanted advances of young men, but they ended up stuck that way. Oops. Still, makes a great scenery and is one of the biggest tourist attractions of the Blue Mountains.
After the Blue Mountains I set myself up with a work-for-food-and-accomadation stint on a farm through the website helpexchange.net. Great website and a great way to travel, as it gets you off the tourist track and meeting more locals, and learning about their lifestyle and farming, or whatever it is that they do, (the website is not just for farm work). I stayed with the Booth family, who live just outside the small town of Wingham, pop 3970, about a 5 hour train ride north of Sydney, half way up the coast of New South Wales. They were great hosts and I really enjoyed my stay with them, although the weather could have been better - some of you may have seen shots of the flooding on the east coast of Oz a while back. We weren't as badly hit as other places, but it was still pretty darn wet! They have cows and chickens (or chooks, as they call them here), which I fed every day, and even had the joy a catching a few escapees when they got out of the coop.
One of the chook pens, an orange tree, and the weather-vein on one of the few sunny days on the farm.
Tree-planting to restore a local creek area.
Some effects of the flooding on the Manning River near Wingham- and this is after the water has already gone down some from the highest point!
After the first farm I headed up to Coffs Harbour, a coastal town with a nice marina, but it was really just a stop-over to prpare for the next step of my trip. (After being without regular or fast internet for a couple weeks, using the YHA expensive but super-fast connections let me catch up a little.) I set up another farm stay through help-exchange near Byron Bay, a tourist/hippy/surfer mecca, so I got a chance to visit it without paying a premium. By then the weather had improved a little, and though it was maybe a bit cold for swimming there were still surfers out and it made for a good wallk on the beach.
A surfer taking a break to admire the view.
That farmstay was only a few days, as I was keen to get to Brisbane to find a place to live and a paid job before my internship at USM Events started. (That, and by this point in my travels continuous tourism was just no longer financially feasable, so if I wantded to keep a roof over my head paid employment was a must). Also, as much fun as it has been wandering the globe and moving around to nobobdy's plan but my own, the prospect of having my own room and not having to carry spare groceries from one spot to the next every few days was beggining to look very attractive.
So when I landed in Brisbane in early June, about a week anf a half ago from writing this, I got right down to business. Though some of my fellow hostellers were impressed with my determination to find work (some of them had been there weeks with no results), even with continuous searching jobs don't just fall into your lap and I was very gratefull when some friends of my parents offered me a place to stay till I was up and running. Lise and Paul stayed at my parents' place for a summer when I was about five years old, when they were close to my age and on a similar travelling adventure. Lise is Canadian and decided to move to Austrlia with Paul (as Auzzie as they come), and they now live on the ourskirts of Brisbane with their three kids, Thomas, Liam, and Geogeia. They are generously letting me stay as long as I need, though I may not actually be here too much longer. I start work at a bike shop in a couple days, and after much searching I have found a few affordable yet decent places up for rent that look promising. In the mean time, I have an orientation meeting for USM coming tomorrow, so it looks like I am going to have no problem keeping myself busy.
Good thing I'm getting this blog done now :)
Hopefully by next post I can include photos of my new place along with my new city.
Till then,
Carla
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