Memorable Quotes
Two memorable quotes from the week…
Tuesday Night
Graeme: Yeah, yeah… I saw some bloke on some show the other night who said yaddah yaddah.
Thursday Night
Damien: Are you still Twittering? Why?
James: I don’t know.
“Who is that woman?”, I asked my friend Paul at the After Show Party for the World Premiere of Priscilla – The Musical (based on the 1990s Australian film). She’d just sung a dance version of “California Dreaming” (by the Mammas & Pappas) which was pretty groovy, but leading to me assume she was one of those nameless, faceless backing singers who had released a disco tune or two. “I don’t know”, he said, “but she must be famous for ONE song”. For the next five minutes or so we canvassed a range of possible names. Not for one moment, though, did we pick that it was Charlene, who famously wrote and sang “I’ve Never Been To Me”. Thank goodness, she told us who she was, because no one in the room had any idea.
“You guys are ossom”, she told us on more than one occasion. “The movie is ossom, the musical is ossom and you guys are ossom”. And without further ado… “Hey lady, you lady cursing at your life. You’re a discontented mother and a regimented wife”. We all knew the words, and so it wasn’t too much of a surprise when she walked into the audience singing “I’ve Never Been To Me”, often directly with people in the audience she walked up to them. How could you possibly follow that up? With a dance version of the same song, of course. This was just one of the moments that had me shrieking with laughter last night.
The other moment that had me literally in tears laughing was the much anticipated ping-pong ball scene, one of the most controversial moments in the movie which concerns three drag queens undertaking a road trip through the Australian outback. Arriving in the middle of nowhere, the drag queens are truly shocked to discover a “Fillipino Bride” with a special talent for projectile shooting ping-pong balls from her vagina. As soon as the character arrived on stage, the whole audience took a deep breath wondering “Oh my goodness, are they gonna do it? How are they gonna do it”. Suffice it to say the most-anticipated scene in the musical was just as funny on stage, maybe even moreso because it was done live without any special camera angles.
Another show-stopping moment was the arrival in Broken Hill, as actor, Genevieve Lemon gave a tremendous performance as the “bogan chick” in the pub who challenged Bernadette to a drinking competition. The audience cried with laughter as she sang a country music-style version of “I Love The Nightlife”.
All of the songs were there, and some others, with the exception of ABBA, due to a copyright issue. So instead of carrying with him one of Agnetha’s poo’s, and being obsessed with ABBA, the younger drag queen loves Kylie. As there are so many production numbers, the musical also brings in a broader range of songs from the 60s-90s than were evident in the movie.
Almost every production number went over incredibly well, with great singing, terrific costumes, and one of the best stage props I’ve seen in a while – the bus. On occasions, though, some of the touches are so incredibly Australian – such as the road kill sequence – that I had to wonder how it would translate to the rest of the world, and to those who haven’t seen the movie.
I guess what saves it is that surprisingly, the plotline is quite good, focussing heavily on the relationship between Mitzi and his son, often poignantly, with one moment where I found myself a little teary. The musical also focusses on the relationship between Bernadette and the mechanic (the one married to the Fillipino Bride), meaning that all three leads were presented as well-formed complete characters.
I guess it was because it was such a complete musical that the audience responded so well, with a spontaneous and totally non-contrived standing ovation at the end. And this from a group of cynical media types, as the audience consisted of an A-list of Sydney and international celebrities. Locally, there was the likes of Mel & Kochy (they were sitting behind us), “Everywhere” Eddie Maguire, Jackie O, Hi-5 members, Neighbours cast members etc. Internationally, I spotted Neil Morrisey (Men Behaving Badley) and Barrie Humphries (who requested Heart Of Glass at the disco later), as well as Terrence Stamp (who played Bernadette in the movie) and Stephen Elliott (who wrote and directed the movie). Actually I spotted those two chatting outside at the After Show Party, wondering what they thought of it all.
And as for the party? Well, Charlene was a good inclusion. In keeping with the whole night, the party was also great fun, with great music, and loads of champagne (Chandon) though I was a little disappointed with the food. But it was, overall, a really great night, and I can’t help but recommend seeing “Priscilla – The Musical”.
Life kinda returned to normal today.
Something at work made my grumpy, which was always going to happen I guess.
And I went to an exhibition opening with Kate.
The exhibition was by a young artist called Peter Nelson, who Kate met through their common involvement at Red Gate Gallery in Beijing.
“It’s like industrial coral”, I observed as we walked around the exhibition which portrays amongst other things, works on paper of massive, chaotic buildings. They’re re-produced in 3CD-form made from cardboard boxes.
A lot of his work is also based in nature, with rural landscapes dominating.
It was a lovely contrast to the rest of the day which I’d found rather frustrating. Ah well.
In other news, my old couch now features in an American television commercial.
I got an email from a bloke a few weeks ago which said…
A google image search for “old couch” pointed me to your blog, and the couch image from the post “Messy Old Couch” (1/19/2009). Wanted to get your permission to use the image as a very small part of a video I am assembling here in the US.
Of course I said yes… and now it’s online. Mine is the old, ripped stripey one, I bought in Wagga about twenty years ago but which now “lives on”….
With some time to kill at Hong Kong airport, I’ve decided to make a list of all the things I’ve learned which may help other potential independent travellers. The knowledge I’ve gained is from the perspective of being a forty-two year old single man who wanted to travel around Europe simply and cheaply. I went with the idea of wanting to combine notions of being a “tourist” and being a “traveller”. I also went with the idea in mind that I was willing to make some “compromises” in terms of my personal privacy (staying at hostels), but would also happily hop into a hotel or B&B when I needed a bit of space.
GETTING AROUND: Although it’s tempting to get a rail pass, for my trip I found it better and cheaper to catch cheapie airlines. I did the sums for a couple of trips and it was faster and considerably cheaper (one third of the price) to catch a cheapie flight than a regular train. With cheapies, you should go online, check that you’re travelling to and from the main airport and not something in the middle of nowhere, and make sure there are no baggage restrictions. That said, I enjoyed the train trips I did and they deliver you right into the middle of town which is good.
THE COST: Prague is still pretty cheap, especially if you like beer. Stockholm, Tallin and Berlin are on a par with Sydney, which surprised me since I’d always heard that Stockholm was really expensive. The expensive stuff seems to anything that involves a human doing something for you. Paris and surprisingly Riga, are both slightly more expensive than Sydney. London and Amsterdam are just outrageous.
CLOTHING: Even with my small bag, I still think I took too much clothing. I basically wore only two pairs of shorts and two pairs of jeans and about four shirts the whole time. A couple of items of clothing I’d packed remain unworn. I took a leather jacket which was good for both the cold and the rain. I only needed an umbrella or a raincoat on a couple of occasions. I took one pair of Blundstone-style boots which I wore every day, because they were comfortable, hard-wearing, and could look good equally well in a casual or dressy situation. I lost some underwear and socks (the process of packing and unpacking) along the way, so I bought some along the way from H&M. H&M by the way is great for cheap, but good looking clothing. I wish we had one in Sydney. My luggage weighed on average about 14kg, but I reckon I could have gotten it down to 10 or 11kg by taking less with me at the beginning and buying a couple of items along the way. Reducing your luggage size is especially important as you have to lug the stuff up and down often old and narrow staircases in many buildings.

ACCOMMODATION: Youth hostels are actually generally fairly ok, especially in Sweden, Germany and the Czech Republic. In those countries, they are generally clean, usually give you breakfast, and often have free wifi. Never stay in an old building converted into a youth hostel. Even though the idea sounds great of staying in an authentic 200 year old building that was formerly something historic, they usually try to squeeze too many people into a small space, and they usually don’t have enough bathrooms. Go for the purpose-built hostel, I say, or even better, the former Communist Party office building. Don’t stay too close to town, as the hostels closer too town are usually more expensive, in dirtier more run-down conditions, and are full of “party animals”. If there’s two or three of you, book a hotel and you’ll pay considerably less for a room that’s more private and in much better condition. You’re much better off finding a hostel on a train line a little further away from town. In a dormitory setting, go for the big rooms when you want some privacy, as smaller dormitories lead to a greater level of intimacy than you might otherwise desire. Always look for hostels with separate gender bathrooms and toilets and dormitories instead of the more popular combined gender facilities. Men always have much less stuff which they pack neatly away, whereas women always have too much luggage which they put all around the room. And let’s just say I never found long black hairs in the shower recess of single-gender facilities whereas I did with the combined genders. Ewww. Men’s luggage can be smelly, as they don’t wash their clothes enough, so if you’re staying in a room with men, make sure there’s good ventilation. If you’re in a hostel with bunk beds, go for the bottom bunk, as it’s a pain in the arse trying to climb up there in the middle of the night, and there’s often not enough room between you and the ceiling. And always leave your bed unmade so people don’t jump into it, assuming it’s there’s. This happened to me twice before I learned the lesson.

FOOD: You should never eat “ethnic food”, especially Asian food anywhere in Europe, with the possible exception of Paris. They always fuck it up with some local addition or variation, such as serving “Swedish salad” (comprising iceberg lettuce, tomato, cucumber and CORN) on the same plate as your Pad Thai tofu. My advice is stick to the local cuisine they’ve perfected over hundreds of years. And grazing all day on cheap bread-based and fruit-based meals is cheaper than going to restaurants. Go for the “all you can eat” breakfast or lunch and you often don’t have to worry about dinner. Have a glass of wine instead of an evening meal is my advice!
DAY TO DAY: Get rid of your day pack. Honestly, why do you need to carry around half your posessions with you every day? Backpacks also identify you instantly as a tourist which, in Hong Kong is a terrible thing because it makes it easier for the people who want to sell you suits and watches. Don’t carry a backpack in Paris, where everyone seems to be a potential pick-pocket, esp around major tourist attractions. A bag on wheels is much better than a backpack. They can be a bit of a pain on cobble-stone streets and in the Paris metro where there doesn’t seem to be much consideration of people in wheelchairs, but they’re easier to pack and unpack, and you don’t have to worry about falling over under the considerable weight of all the crap you’ve accummulated. By the way, don’t accumulate too much paperwork, as you can always find the brochure on later. Every day go through your paperwork and throw out the crap you don’t really need anymore.
PUBLIC TRANSPORT: The metro systems in Stockholm, Paris, Prague, Singapore and Hong Kong are excellent, as they’re easily navigable and cheap. I didn’t use much public transport in Berlin, as everything was fairly close. London’s system is too big (and expensive) for words, so only travel there with a friend. Public transport in Riga is virtually non-existant. The train system in Amsterdam is very confusing, and I ended up half way across the country on more than one occasion due to the complex nature of it all. Avoid cities with cycle-ways at all costs. Give em an inch and they’ll take a mile. Generally cars will slow down and stop for pedestrians, but cyclists won’t. In fact they will nastily ring their bell at you if you’re on a cycle-way, but show no similar feelings of guilt when they’re on a footpath.
ATTRACTIONS: Museums are a totally pointless boring way to spend your holiday. One or two every so often is okay, but only on a wet day, and only for something you’re really interested in. But worst of all, they’re full of tourists who do this terrible slow-stepped shuffle from painting to painting, from installation to installation. Walking tours are usually quite good, as they give you a good introduction to a city, helping you to identify places for further investigation. Bus tours, especially those ones with headsets are just too awful for words. Ten seconds at a building, take a photo and then you’re off again. The pre-recorded commentary can also be very basic… “On your left, the Louvre”.
GETTING TO MEET PEOPLE: To get to really know something about the country you’re visiting, it’s best to find yourself a good local bar, start chatting to the barman, and say yes to every invitation you receive. If you see another solo tourist, say g’day to them, as they’ll appreciate the warm smile. And if you see a fellow Aussie looking a bit forlorn, there’s nothing quite like the sound of a familiar voice and a smile to make their day.
BLOGGING THE TRIP: Keeping this blog has been a good way of making sure I live my life to the fullest by keeping myself accountable for my daily actions. It’s also a simple way of keeping everyone back home up to date with what you’re doing without having to write lots of cut and paste emails. For this trip, I bought an ASUS EEE PC at $329 Australian (cheap), spent an hour or so each night before bed writing down my thoughts and picking out some photographs, and then when I found a hostel with wifi simply uploaded the posts to my blog. It was simple and provided a great record of what I did for the future. Not as “romantic” as the idea of having a log book, but faster (as I type more quickly), interactive with friends, and you don’t risk losing it or leaving it behind. Free wifi is all over the place, esp at train stations and airports.
TAKING YOUR OWN PHOTOGRAPHS: If you’re gonna take a photo of the Eiffel Tower, make sure you’re in it. There’s also a good chance someone else has already taken a better, more artsy photo than you anyway. Most tourists will happily take your photo (I was never refused) and you just need to show a camera to people from some countries and they’ll jump at the chance of taking your shot. Ask people to take a photograph of you, though and not the monument, or you’ll end up being just a tiny spec against a big building. And when you take a pic of yourself, use the timer on your camera, because you’ll look much happier, and you’ll hold it much more steadily if you don’t have to worry about pressing the button at the same time.
THEY’LL NEVER SEE YOU AGAIN: Dress like a local is always good rule of thumb, within reason. Try not to dress like a tourist… the backpack, three quarter pants, and comfy shoes make you stand out like dog’s balls. And ask about cultural appropriateness. If you’re unsure about the cultural appropriateness of something, just ask someone because people will honestly tell you the answer. Eg: When in Prague, I went to the Jewish Cemetery and asked on entry if there was something I should be aware. The guide said I should wear the little hat thing if I wanted to and I did and all was fine. Just ask, don’t assume. And remember, how many tourists do you notice in your day to day lives and do you judge them? Do you remember them? Of course not. It’s your holiday. Have a god time and remember… “they’ll never see you again”.
AND IN CONCLUSION The rule of more money and less luggage is completely true. Walk five minutes further than you planned, as you’re bound to find something interesting, and if you see an odd little street walk down it, as you might discover something even more interesting.
These are my experiences, disagree if you will…
When considering the world’s most iconic Christmas trees, some instantly come to mind: the dazzling spectacle at Rockefeller Center, the festive charm of Covent Garden’s centerpiece, the elegant display at Galeries Lafayette, the grandeur of Red Square’s towering fir, and the symbolic beauty of the Vatican’s tree in St. Peter’s Square. However, allow me to make a case for the Christmas trees of Lismore.
The Crooked Christmas Tree


The Recycled Christmas Tree

The Shopping Trolley Christmas Tree

In a world obsessed with picture-perfect Christmas trees, Lismore delightfully embraces the quirky and unconventional, much like the town itself, showcasing individuality and humor through its unique Christmas trees.
Last night I encountered the sight and sound of the Motorbike Frog which apparently is the “most commonly encountered frog” in the South-West of Western Australia.
I was in a backyard at Fremantle along with two colleagues and their respective partners, and we had a really, really lovely time eating a wonderful meal, drinking some great wine, and chatting about lots and lots of things, though hardly ever work :)
I learned a lot about frogs and backyard pools over the course of a couple of hours. How the pool needs to be deep enough to create its own eco-system, for example. And I learned the motor-bike frogs will, and I quote, “root anything”. Apparently, there’s a photograph on the internet or somewhere of a motorbike frog having sex with a cane toad. I haven’t bothered to google it. I’m sure it’s out there, but don’t feel a great need to spend the rest of 2011 looking for it.

All the way along, the frogs were joining in the conversation. I recorded some of their sounds for your listening pleasure, though highly edited, as I had to try and separate our conversation from the sound of the frogs.
Getting a photograph wasn’t so easy, also. Whenever I would get close enough, they would jump away. Finally, I got a half-decent shot, though which needed to be lightened and photo-shopped to within an inch of its life.
But yeah, it was a really, really lovely night which I enjoyed much.
The trip to Fremantle wasn’t easy. I had to remember, first of all, how to actually buy a train ticket in Perth. The proceedings were further delayed as I wandered around trying to work out which train line to take. Even though it’s admittedly fairly simple with just six options, I still had to draw back on my memory banks to remember what to do. And then by the time I’d figured it out, my train was happily in transit. Buggar. So I caught the next train, and guess what?
There was also s signal error just two stops from Fremantle which kept us all on the train for a further ten minutes. At least. I phoned my colleague who suggested I get off the train and that he would come to pick me up at North Fremantle instead. All good, except the gates the cross the tracks were locked. There were a group of us standing there wanting to do the same thing, including an older woman who said, “A lot of young people just jump the fence and then open the gate from the other side”. Immediately, a young guy did exactly that and we were “free”. I’m not sure how long the train delays went on.
The train trip home was much easier. As I walked back from the station to my apartment, I reflected in what was an interesting and really lovely night out in Freo.
Food has been the focus of the past 24 hours for us here in Hoi An. We had dinner last night at a nearby restaurant called Jan. We didn’t know much about it, but Ross found some seriously good online reviews.
We had to scroll down quite a bit to find a rating below five stars. On our way there, we ran into a couple who were on the same tour and they told us they had been there the previous night and enjoyed it immensely. It had a cozy, home-like atmosphere.
The entrance was from the street, and there was a woman at the front who seemed to be barbecuing a few things in a simple manner.
Once inside, she said something like, “We’ll keep bringing you food until you’re full. And if you don’t eat everything, we’ll refund you the money.” It was quite impressive.
After a couple of minutes, the woman’s son, who appeared to be around 12 or 13, came out and showed us the proper way to handle the food that was served to us.
His wrapping technique was far superior to ours. The rice paper rolls were particularly interesting because they were dry, unlike the wet ones we usually see in Australia.
We spent today raving about the restaurant and encouring others on the tour to visit it as well.
This morning, we got to taste “banh mi” or “bayne me” as we’ve sometimes heard it pronounced, but with a variation. In Australia, “banh mi” is usually heavily filled, and I can never finish a whole one in a single sitting. I usually eat half and save the rest for later.

When the woman mentioned that we would have “banh mi” on the tour, we thought one would be enough since we had already had breakfast. It turned out to be smaller than we expected, and the idea of eating one became quite achievable. Unlike the stuffed “banh mi” back home, this one was delicious and a perfect way to end the morning tour.
This morning we visited both a vegetable village and a pottery village. The vegetable village was located about four or five kilometers from our accommodation in Hoi An. It was like a large market garden surrounded by villas and apartments. We were told that the increasing housing prices in the area have allowed people to buy small plots of land to grow vegetables.
Local restaurants and residents buy the vegetables.
We also had the opportunity to do some manual work ourselves, though it wasn’t as easy as we thought it would be. Ross got to hoe some soil, and I tried watering the plants. I was absolutely terrible at it, despite coming from a farming background and having my own garden as a child. I seemed to have lost the knack, or it’s no longer in my genes. I struggled with the balance and couldn’t get the watering right. I’m sure the guy had to fix it afterward. But it was a fun activity.
As part of the tour, we rode motorbikes from our hotel in the city center to the two villages, one for gardening and the other for pottery. I’m not really used to riding a motorbike. The tour leader and my rider, Hong, sensed my unease and said, “Don’t worry, I can tell you’re a bit nervous.” I replied, “Yes, it’s my first time on a motorbike.”

Another of the bikes was driven by Hong’s friend, and the other by her eighteen year old daughter. It was an exhilarating experience to navigate through the traffic, see parts of the town that are not visible from a tourist bus, and feel the wind on our faces. I took off my glasses on the way back because I was afraid of losing them. I had to learn how to be a passenger on a motorbike, but it was a fantastic way to travel.
It was a great combination to go the garden and to pottery, since Andrea loves pottery and even makes her own.

In the pottery village, we entered a large museum or gallery. We learned about terracotta pottery and Andrea had the chance to make her own pottery. She made a few interesting observations. First, the pottery wheels here favourr left-handed rotation, unlike in Australia where they favour right-handed rotation. She said she also poured too much water on the clay, not fully appreciating the different consistency. Nevertheless, she managed to make a pot, which I thought was impressive. The people there asked her to sign it so they could sell it, but she politely declined. Maybe it’s on display somewhere in the museum? So if you visit the gallery, keep an eye out for her pot.

Tonight, we spent some time at a beautiful beach. At first, it seemed like a local beach in the middle of nowhere, which felt a bit strange.
But as we walked along the beach, we passed many families enjoying the warm water and the sunset.
By the way, they don’t call it the South China Sea here. They refer to it as the Eastern Sea.
Eventually, we found a cozy restaurant for dinner, which was very enjoyable. Then we took a taxi back to the hotel, although we realized we paid too much for the fare. But in the grand scheme of things, it doesn’t matter. We’ve had an amazing time so far and haven’t spent much money. If our overpayment for the taxi helps a local family, then it’s all right.
Tomorrow, we’re headed to Ho Chi Minh City.
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I was paraphrasing! You knew what I meant. Friends have their own shorthand way of talking! Etc. etc., yada, yada…
I know, I know. It was still funny though!