The World Odyssey

June 2011 - June 2012
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  • Day 1

    Family and Farewells

    June 12, 2011 in Australia ⋅ ☁️ 19 °C

    Welcome, everyone, to my travel blog.

    I've done a bit of travelling in my life, but never really had a chance to satisfy the travel bug. It seems that each trip just gives the bug more time to latch on. If I'm ever going to settle down then I probably need to fix that...or at least that's my excuse for this trip. I've worked for Boral ever since I finished university and I'm coming up on the end of my seventh year now. I figured shortly I wouldn't have the opportunity to just up and dump my life for a 12 month junket...and I'm 30 so I'm expecting that my travel demographic is going to shift as well...maybe.

    I've been planning this trip for about a year now, visiting the countries less explored, to see them before they hit the major tourist trail (although it is probably too late for some...but alas). In March 2011 I finally started some real planning; like actually contacting a travel agent and booking in my leave. At the time I was working on a project to re-sheet the 2 main runways at Sydney Airport, but we expected that to be well and truly completed by mid-May. Sure enough, it ended last Wednesday (8th June)...haha.

    So between then and now I've packed my life away at Dad's house, and said farewell to Rick, Sonia, Julia and Claire (the only family I've got left in the country right now). Amazingly my Dad is currently in South Africa, my sister is in Europe and my cousin is in the USA. Perhaps the travel bug is genetic?
    The plan is a bit fluid, but the general flow is Africa, Middle East, Africa again, UK, Eastern Europe, Spain, South America, North America, then home. Sounds simple, right? Famous last words which I'm sure I'll try and laugh off later.

    As I surveyed my pile of gear on the loungeroom floor I couldn't decide if I had packed too much or too little. What do you need for a year on the road? I'd be visiting four different continents, multiple ecosystems, and experiencing an array of climates. There would be deserts, mountains, rainforests, snow, sand...the list went on. I had pretty much every vaccine in existence pumping through my veins, so in the end I decided to do what I'd done for most of my life: wing it and hope for the best.

    I would be taking a 75L backpack and a smaller daypack, and I tried to make a mental note of what I was jamming in them:
    -Notebook Computer
    -500GB portable hard drive
    -Media player
    -Good digital camera
    -Dodgey, but indestructible, pocket digital camera
    -Battery charger
    -Head lamp
    -Mini speaker
    -Travel pillow
    -Travel sheet
    -Travel towel
    -Travel Air bed
    -Gore-tex Jacket
    -Poncho
    -Waterproof stuff sack
    -Summer sleeping bag
    -Winter sleeping bag
    -Batteries and chargers
    -Alarm clock
    -Divers watch
    -Passport and itinerary
    -International Drivers Licence
    -Cash
    -Travel money card
    -Bank Card
    -Credit card
    -Toiletries
    -English-spanish dictionary
    -African phrase book
    -Novel
    -Clip-on koala toys (for the kids)
    -Australian flags (for the adults)
    -Underwear
    -Socks
    -Beanie
    -Gloves
    -Thermals
    -Cargo pants & jeans
    -Fleece
    -Shirts and shorts
    -Pluggers (thongs)
    -Boots
    -Tennis ball
    -Sense of adventure

    I had now idea if this was an appropriate amount of gear, but only time would tell. Here I come, world!
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  • Day 2

    Surprise for my Sister

    June 13, 2011 in Australia ⋅ ☁️ 21 °C

    As luck would have it, my sister Kate flew back into the country on Sunday morning after 5 weeks in South Africa and Europe. Her boyfriend at the time figured that perhaps she may actually want to catch up with her brother before he disappears for 12 months. Smart lad. So, together we devised a surprise visit to say hello, inserting an overnight stay on my connection between Gladstone and Sydney. From the reaction on Kate's face when I arrived, it looked like the surprise worked.

    We went out for dinner, with Kate's travel stories and photos serving as our entertainment. It sounded like she'd had a blast, and it made me even more excited to get started. Sadly, I was only in town for one night so we said our farewells before she went back to work on Tuesday. Despite the rushed visit, it was great to catch up and say a proper goodbye, rather than doing it over the phone.

    Kate had one request, in an effort to put some semblance of sanity into her lunatic brother's naive travel style: keep a blog. This way she could keep track of me, and at least have an informed idea which consulate to reach out to if (and perhaps when) I disappeared. I'd never been much of a writer, after all I'm an engineer by training. Thankfully, this simple ask would turn out to add so much more value into my trip, and help keep alive memories which would otherwise have faded with time. For this I am eternally grateful. Plus, it couldn't hurt for someone to know where to find me, if I did get a little too adventurous.
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  • Day 3

    It Starts!

    June 14, 2011 in Australia ⋅ 🌧 15 °C

    I was sad that I had to leave my only in-country family behind, but the journey had to start at some point. Because I had been based in Sydney for work, that's where I was due to start from. It didn't take long for my travel karma to begin, and thankfully it started off positive.

    While I was checking in for my flight from Brisbane to Sydney I noticed a gentleman struggling with the newly-automated systems. I helped to guide him through it, and he repaid my gesture by inviting me to join him for a beer in the Qantas lounge while we both waited for our flights. It turns out that he was a grazier from Rockhampton, the town where I went to university, and where my brother lives. He was in Brisbane for the racing carnival and we both knew some of the same people back in Rockhampton, including my brother's boss. I was starting to wonder who else I might run into on this trip, but there was one other person that I was really looking to seeing before I left.

    In typically bad timing, I'd met a girl about two months ago, and we were becoming really close. She knew about my impending travel plans, but would never have been able to join me, as she was in the middle of a masters degree. We both knew that this day was coming, but that didn't really make it any easier to leave. We spent a wonderful night together, not knowing if it might be our last, and she dropped me at the airport in the morning. Ready or not, I was on my way!
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  • Day 4

    Africa, Ashcloud and Eclipse

    June 15, 2011 in South Africa ⋅ 🌙 16 °C

    After a lovely final night in Sydney, I had to drag myself out of a very warm and comfortable bed to catch my flight to Johannesburg. I'd been watching the news pretty religiously to try and get updates on the Chilean volcano that had been wreaking havoc on the Australian airlines recently. Flights to Melbourne, Tasmania, Adelaide and New Zealand had all been cancelled to avoid the ash cloud which had drifted around the southern end of the planet. I knew from my sister's flight 5 weeks previously that my flight to Johannesburg would typically track down past the Antarctic to catch the atmospheric winds, so I was sure that this would be affected in some way. As it turns out, the earth is actually round and planes can fly in different directions to avoid things that are in the way. My flight was listed on the departures board as "on time".

    At check-in I stood on tiptoes (although not sure that was really required when you're 17ft tall anyway) and put on my best pleading face for an emergency exit row. The lady from Qantas was really nice and called the gate to free one up. She smiled and made a final comment that "I owed her one" since those seats actually cost more nowadays. In the end I owed her more than one!! I got to the Qantas lounge after a brief stop for some last minute Duty Free and went to the desk to check if there were any flight disruptions. When I handed over my boarding pass, she promptly tore it up. Noticing my look of dismay she asked if I had requested an upgrade. My blank stare answered that question, but she just smiled and handed me a new boarding pass...in premium economy. I later found out that my mate (and travel agent), Tony at Travelworld Helensvale, had called in a few favours and hooked me up. He must have cashed in every favour, because I wasn't just in Premium Economy, but I was also at an exit. Winning!

    I'd never been this close to the front of the plane before, so I took note of the extra luxuries:
    *more leg room and better chairs. Looked to me to be like the old business class you used to walk past on your way to cattle class.
    *proper metal cutlery, glass glasses and solid plates
    *Nice food (not sure if it was any different, though)
    *Fabric napkins
    *Better headphones
    *Great service
    *Power points...although the attendant politely waited until we'd landed, and I'd exhausted the batteries on all my devices, before showing them to me. Helping...

    It turned out to be the perfect flight to have received an upgrade. The planners at Qantas had devised a Plan B to avoid the ashcloud, and step one was switching aircraft. Our replacement aircraft had extra range, and typically flew the leg between Sydney and Dallas Fort Worth. I didn't realise how important this would be (and how lucky I was to have Premium Economy) until the captain's opening address. "Ladies and gentlemen, today's flight time will be 16.5 hours!" Apparently that is pretty much the maximum range that a Boeing 747 can achieve, and it's a long time to be in a seat. Thankfully I had whisky, ample leg room and a reclining chair, so I wasn't exactly crying myself to sleep. But I did take the opportunity to have some (sleep, not a cry). It had been a hectic 3 days leading up to this, and I'd barely slept 8 hours.

    In Johannesburg I was met at the airport by my sister and my dad. Dad was nearing the end of a holiday with friends, visiting various places around southern Africa, and it was good to be able to catch up with him while on my travels. Amazingly, they informed me that I was also just in time to watch an eclipse which was happening at the time. What a way to end a long and eventful first day!
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  • Day 7

    Bulls, balls, biltong and boerwors

    June 18, 2011 in South Africa ⋅ 🌙 17 °C

    We had a few restful days allowing my jetlag to settle, and for me to acclimatise. Johannesburg sits on a plateau known as the Highveld, at an elevation of a 1,750 metres. This makes it a lot colder than Sydney, and overnight temperatures had been plummeting below zero.

    After shaking off our third freezing morning, we headed off in the direction of Pretoria. It had been a while since I'd visited South Africa, and the drive itself was quite an eye-opener. Pretoria is about 60km away from the centre of Johannesburg, but there didn't seem to be any noticeable change in cities; Johannesburg seemed to have expanded to fill the entire gap!

    Our first stop for the day was the Voortrekker Monument. It was built to commemorate the early European explorers making inroads into the north of the country. The car park may not have been full of pickup trucks with gun racks, but you did get the feeling that this place was probably not the flavour of the month in the new age of reconciliation. Despite this, I had to admit that it was quite an impressive monument, though.

    After this, we managed to have a quick stop at the Union Buildings (parliament house). For those who have watched the movie Invictus, this is where Nelson Mandela met with the South African rugby captain (or Morgan Freeman met with Matt Damon if you were struggling with the characters).

    Finally, it was time for our main attraction that day, which was attending a critical Super 14's game between the Bulls and the Sharks. The two teams were deadlocked at 5th and 6th on the ladder and this was the last chance to make it into the finals. We parked on a local street, with about 50,000 other people, and headed for the stadium.

    South Africans seem to take their rugby very seriously...and socially. There were people lounging around next to their cars in camp chairs and every second car seemed to be having their own bbq on the street. Hilariously my Dad got offered a suck on a kid's bong in return for some dried boerwors that we were carrying. He politely declined, but handed over the snacks anyway.

    It was a home game for the Bulls and the stands were a sea of blue amidst a cloud of smoke. Amazingly it seemed that smoking had yet to be banned in South Africa, so fans could smoke in the stands, but they weren't allowed to drink. This was bizarre to an Australian, where our rules were exactly the opposite. Despite the toxic smog, suffered in sobriety, it was a sell-out game and the atmosphere was fantastic.

    We were backing the Sharks since they represented the region I was born in.
    Plus, everyone loves an underdog, right? The match was a nail biter with the Sharks eventually winning 26-23...talk about intense!

    About 10 minutes from the end of the match we were entertained by a streaker from the crowd. Amazingly, he managed to waddle the full way across the field with his pants down without being molested (excuse the pun) by security or the players. This was another thing that wouldn't have happened in Australia, where those brave/drunk enough to streak are usually crash-tackled within seconds of leaping onto the pitch. This streaker seemed equally shocked at his ease of passage so, upon reaching the other side, he pulled up his pants and waited patiently to be removed. Eventually, a pair of guards came over and politely escorted him away.

    After such an amazing Saturday, we spent Sunday at home celebrating South African Father's Day. Our next stop was going to be South Africa's premier national park, and we wanted to be well rested.

    [4 days on the road]
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  • Day 9

    Doorstep to Kruger

    June 20, 2011 in South Africa ⋅ 🌙 26 °C

    Today the 7 of us left the city behind and drove northeast to a town called Hazyview, our stepping off point for Kruger. The drive took about 6 hours and descended off the plateau that Johannesburg sits on. We didn't go that much closer to the equator, but the descent definitely helped with the temperature.
    On the way we planned to stop for a meal at a cafe called Milly's, which Penny recommended as a convenient place to break the drive. Unfortunately, someone had decided Milly's was also a convenient place to light a bonfire, because it was barely more than a pile of ashes when we arrived. It must have been quite recent, since there were some equally stunned workers sitting around after inadvertently showing up for work on a Monday morning.
    In Hazyview we'd booked into a 3-bedroom bungalow at The Kruger Park Lodge. It was pretty flash, and not typical of the places that I'd be frequenting on this trip. This was fortunate, because I had saved up to do the entire year of travel on savings, and at this rate I'd be broke and heading home next month. With a bit of time before sunset I decided to go and explore the posh surroundings.
    KPL is actually a golf resort, so most of the scenery was associated with the manicured fairways. There were some monkeys and antelope (obviously), which seemed to be South African golf course equivalent to Kangaroos back in Australia. It was a bit anticlimactic, so I wandered on to the "Hippo Hide" lookout. This was also a bit underwhelming, with the hippos clearly not trained to perform whenever some Aussie shows up waving a camera. With the sun now below the horizon I turned back towards our bungalow, and nearly tripped over a crocodile.. Yikes...that could have been another premature end to the trip! We rounded out the evening by cooking a bbq/braai on the deck, and then hit the hay. We'd be up before the sun tomorrow to go to Kruger.
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  • Day 13

    Kruger Park

    June 24, 2011 in South Africa ⋅ 🌙 21 °C

    Today we were up at 5am to visit Kruger National Park. Kruger is the jewel in the South African crown and has an area equivalent in size to Wales. We arrived in the twilight before the gates opened at 6am, and we weren't even the first ones in line! R180 later and we were in the Phabeni gate.

    Things started off pretty slowly with some distant antelope sightings during the first half an hour. Then we started to hit some rhythm and we'd soon ticked off giraffe, zebra, elephant, hippo, water buffalo and warthog. With the clock passing 9am we headed into the Skukuza rest complex for breakfast. We pulled up a table on the deck overlooking the Sabie River and settled in for hearty bacon and egg brekky, chatting about where we might find the remainder of the "Big 5": lions, rhinos and leopards. We were hopeful about the lions and Rhino's, but leopards are notoriously elusive.

    As we looked out over the river a pair of otters hopped out of the long grass and slipped into the water. Moments later we saw why the otters were on the run...a leopard emerged onto the river bank!! Seemingly oblivious to the amazed onlookers, the leopard proceeded to stalk up the river tracking the pair of otters. We continued to look on in stunned excitement for about 5 minutes until the leopard disappeared out of view. Then we sat back down, drank our coffees and ate our breakfast. WOW!

    We never did see a lion or rhino, but we did manage to see a lot of other things including baboons and even a pair of honey badgers! The funniest event of the day happened when a herd of elephants decided to lazily graze their way across the road. Naturally, you give way to something the size of an elephant, but a small hatchback that was at the front of the queue decided that it was in the way of their progress. As such, they disappeared around the corner (in the direction of the big matriarch elephant). Moments later, they reappeared going flat out in reverse. We were all in stitches! HAHA.

    In our quest to find the remaining Big 5 we had driven a fair way from our park entry gate. There are significant fines for exiting the park after closure, and even bigger problems if you get caught inside. We didn't have internal accommodation and soon realised that we had to make a move. Basically we would have to cover the same distance we'd done all day in the remaining 90 minutes. The race was on! Now covering 60ish km's in over an hour wouldn't typically be that hard, but Kruger is basically a zoo with no fences...and some VERY big animals. We made good progress until dusk, with a few stops for animal crossings including a cool pair of hyenas. Then it became dark, which was an extra problem since the low beam lights on Penny's car didn't work.

    Now it turned from car-racing to heart-racing. We eventually made it to the gate with about 10 minutes to spare before the 6pm deadline, but the ordeal wasn't done just yet. The security guard was threatening to lock us in unless we paid the "late fee", which we assumed would end up straight in his pocket. We assumed we were in the right so we started arguing, unleashing Penny who instinctively went into her professional IR mode. After a heated back and forth, we were eventually let through. We later found out that the guard was in the right, and the gate was supposed to close at 5:30pm. We'd been 20 minutes late...oops...

    To save time we had exited through a different gate, which put us a long way from our lodge in Hazyview. By now it was totally dark and we had to juggle between useless fog lamps and blinding high beams depending on traffic. Now it had gone from heart-racing to heart-stopping. We had to find a road which was unlit and not well marked, then dodge pedestrians (yep, lots of black African people, in black African clothes, on a black African night) as well as other similarly unroadworthy vehicles. After 30 minutes of luck, arse, fluke and swearing we finally made it back to our bungalow. It was time for a beer and a change of pants. Another end to another exciting day.
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  • Day 14

    Graskop

    June 25, 2011 in South Africa ⋅ 🌙 14 °C

    This morning we slept in and left at a more leisurely hour. About an hour north of Hazyview is Graskop (Grass Head in Afrikaans). We checked into the Berlyn Peacock Tavern, which is run by a bloke named Louie, then went exploring.

    Grass Head is at the southern end of the Blyde River Canyon, which is the largest green canyon in the world (and the 3rd largest canyon overall behind the Grand Canyon in the USA and Fish River Canyon in Namibia...for you trivia lovers). Today was spent exploring the amazing scenery in this area. We checked out Wonder View, God's Window, The Pinnacle, Bourke's Luck Potholes, Lowveld View then The Three Rondavels. This gave us an amazing perspective of the Canyon, with some enviable photo opportunities.

    Given that it was Private School holidays, it was remarkably quiet. I found Bourke's Luck Potholes to be a particularly fascinating phenomenon. Apparently some Irish bloke named Bourke figured that these circular formations in the rock (created by the swirling waters of the Blyde River) were a good place to find Gold...as it would be...?

    Blyde River had been on my Bucket list for years and it didn't disappoint...my camera was running hot! As sunset approached, we finished the day by visiting Berlyn and Lisbon Falls. Berlyn Falls was nice, but Lisbon Falls had a particularly African feel about them. The Sunset helped too...refer photos...
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