Icey Ice Addiction

I think one of the best parts about being new to a city is that you have no preconceived ideas about what is good or bad. When I got here I would just walk around and pick places that looked interesting to check out. Isn't that when you discover the best little secrets of a city?

During one of my explorations I visited this tiny shop around the block called "Icey Ice". They've taken the concept of shaved ice (not snow cones...) to a whole new level. Rather than using frozen water, they used frozen fruit juices. Let me tell you this stuff is amazing. I have been there almost once a week since I've been there. I am hooked on the banana icey ice with chocolate syrup and real bananas mixed in. I'm getting weak in the knees just writing about this.

On my last visit I discovered they have added more options to the menu. Oi! How did I miss this? I'm not too convinced the "Golden Flake" icey ice is such a good idea. Sweet corn? Seriously?

If anyone reading this ever comes to visit me, plan on a visit to my favorite sweets place.

Save Steve's place

Help make a difference. Sign this petition to prevent mining from happening in a wildlife preserve that was created in northern Queensland in honor of Steve Irwin. Signing this petition will force the government to decide whether or not to allow mining permits to be issued on the preserve. Unlike other petitions you may be used to this will make a difference. I added my name and thought it was worthy enough to post on here. Just click on the image, or go to www.savestevesplace.com

Cheers, mates!

Hearts champion

After 1000's of tries, and only once before in my life, I have played a perfect game of hearts on Windows. The odds are obviously stacked against you when the computer is playing three of the four players. However, playing a perfect game can happen. I believe this is the first time I've played a perfect game with more than 5 rounds. Notice that the first two I got all of the points, which happened before as well. The program is probably far from random.

Anyway, there it is. A perfect game. Now I can sleep.

Mobile Phones and Internet

Moving to Australia hasn't been as dramatic a transition as I had thought it would be. I don't find myself missing certain foods, shops, or much of anything really. With this one exception. They have a different way of billing for internet and mobile (cell) phones.

Let's start with the internet since it's the easier of the two to explain. In the States when you sign up for internet service you pay based on how fast a connection you want. I upgraded from something like 2Mbps to 6Mbps before I left Baltimore. The upgrade actually cost me $3 less than I was already paying. Go Verizon!

The same holds true for Australia. You pay more for faster connections, but they take it one step further. Here you also pay for the amount you download. That's right, you have limits to how much you can use the internet. Most plans start around 1GB / month, and for heavy users can go up to 10GB / month. For anyone who likes to watch videos, you're stuffed. For a point of reference, a movie on DVD typically runs between 4-8GB. I have a plan with my mobile phone that gives me 2GB of wireless internet, and a plan with the apartment network that gives me 4Gb. That's 6GB / month. I ran out this weekend. I'm probably going to pay through the nose in overage charges.

I suppose that having limits to how much you use the internet can be a good thing. We're quite spoiled in the States with unlimited amounts of almost everything. So, I can live with internet limits. Mobile phone billing? Here's how it works:

You pay a monthly price for a service package, just like in the States. For that monthly price you get calls, texting (SMS), bonus features, etc. If you sign up for a plan you get the phone at no extra charge (depending on how much you are paying). All of this sounds pretty much like the States, eh?

Here's where it gets weird. You don't get minutes, you get money. For example, when I signed up for the $69 / month "cap" I got $650 / month of calls and texting. They then calculate how much you used by charging you per minute or per text message. So instead of doing the math for you, that is saying how many minutes $650 will buy, you have to do the math yourself. That is, if you can find how much they are charging you per minute. Obscuring the billing by adding that extra step seems so unnecessary.

This billing method is not unique to one service either. One interesting thing to note, phone services were a government service until July 1997. Just like the States has a government agency to deliver mail to all residential / business addresses, Australia had an agency that ran communications including phones. The agency became more or less a private business, and now competes with other private companies. However, since they originally owned the phone lines and networks, they have an obvious advantage in the current market (although the customer service is reportedly pretty bad.) Maybe the billing system is a result of former government control.

They told us during our international student orientation to recognize that things can be "different" without being "wrong." For the most part I think I would agree. Mobile billing, at least for the moment, is wrong.

Arron, Aaron, or Erin?

You'd think I would have realized this much earlier than today, but the way I say my name gives people who are listening a picture of how to spell my name. For my entire life I thought you'd pronounce Arron, Aaron, or Erin the exact same way. Oh no. I tell everyone my name is "err-en," which apparently makes people think of the female version. I was instructed tonight that I need to say "ahh-ron." The group of my mates also added the jazz hands gesture to simulate the "Ah!" as an act of surprise.

Has anyone else been confused by the way I pronounce my name? Does anyone else think of different versions depending on how it's pronounced? I guess being in a foreign country means that even things like how you say your name can be significant.

Banana lollies

These luscious beauties are banana lollies. I have always had a weakness for circus peanuts, and the easter version of chicks and rabbits. These are similar in texture, but are usually slightly stale. Hard to believe they can actually package staleness! Imagine if they did that with Peeps.

I decided to share this simple pleasure I've found in Australia for those wanting to know of the more ordinary, less exciting things I've discovered here. Funny how the little discoveries make a place special.

Koala spotting

Can you see him? He's right there! Some mates and I went to Noosa State Park to check out just how much better the Sunshine Coast is compared to the Gold Coast. Honestly the whole trip was a bit of a gamble. Rain was forecast during the day, and although getting wet at the beach is kind of the point, spending the better part of a day sopping wet isn't always that much fun. Luck was on our side and the clouds parted long enough for us to enjoy some nice beach weather. Ta to my mate who was determined to check out the beach one last time before he returned to the land of the Japanese.

Getting back to my first koala sighting, we saw him hiking along a perfectly modern (interpret that paved) path to the beach. We saw this nice lady standing in the middle of the walkway staring up at a tree. Pretty leaves. Oooh. Aaah. Being human we stopped to see what she was seeing. She can't have all the fun. Without saying a word the message was conveyed. "There's a koala in these parts." As I'm typing this I am laughing to myself. On the way back we discussed how the park probably pays people to stop in the path and look up at the koala so the incoming people know where he is at. There are no signs or anything, and I'm sure they try to maintain some kind of balance of experiencing wildlife without overly obnoxious gawking.

Here's a closer view of the little guy:

To be honest, I'm not convinced it was an actual living koala. He hadn't moved an inch between the time we passed him on the way in and then a few hours later on the way out. My theory goes that the park put either a stuffed dead koala, or a stuffed animal koala in the tree to help park patrons feel more fulfilled for visiting. Either that, or the much sadder theory, the little guy died a few days ago but no one has noticed. Well, that's morbid. Let's just say that he was chill-axin' and couldn't be bothered to perform a song and dance routine for every Yankee bloke who passed by. Showtimes are at 7 and 9 don't you know? (Yes, it's early morning and I should be studying so cut me a break on the rusty humor.)

Apparently the park is well-known for it's koala population. At the entrance is a statue dedicated to a koala that was hit and killed by a car a few years back. How they got the car up the tree that far is beyond me. (Actually I just read the plaque which says Harrold died from a dog attack. Who knew that dogs climb trees too?)


After a wonderful day at the beach, we stopped to enjoy just one of the wonders of this place...


Australia is amazing.

How to eat a kangaroo

Yes, I know what you're going to say. "How can you eat them? They're so cute!" Well, let me let you in on a little secret... kangaroos aren't so cute. They are vicious little beasts. Did you know they have sharp toes nails and powerful legs that could rip you to shreds? Really it's more of a matter of self-defence eating them. Either him or me, you decide.

Having already heard about how eating kangaroos is actually good for the planet, I decided to do my part. Following is an account of how it's done.

Step 1 - Buy the kangaroo meat at your local grocery store. Yes, you can actually find it. They even have kanga bangas if you should feel so inclined. I opted for the roo on a stick. Much more tender, and even a little seasoned.


Step 2 - Con a friend into grilling it for you. Everyone has their price, honestly. Depends on what friend you are getting to do the deed. Fortunately I only had to share the wealth to get my friend to help a brotha out.


Step 3 - Patience. Rome wasn't built in a day, and kangaroo isn't cooked in a few seconds. Surprisingly kangaroo meat cooks just like any other meat. Who'da thunk?


Step 4 - Presentation. Any good culinary artist knows that presentation is everything. How the food looks influences how you think it will taste. Note the simplicity of our presentation... simple white plate, roos on sticks.


Step 5 - Indulge. My first taste...


Step 6 - Evaluate. My reaction. I should note that I look much more dismayed than I was feeling. Is this how I always look when I'm contemplating something? What kind of friends are you who didn't tell me how ridiculous this looks! Seriously. I'd have told you.



Assessment - Roo is good. Tastes almost exactly like beef. No gamey taste, and other than being slightly chewy I would eat it again. Just a heads up for those who are planning to come visit... you will be required to eat roo.

Brisbane, the next great adventue

I've decided that the Italy posts are dying a long death. I took so many pictures that the effort to sift through them is just too much for my complete glut of free time. Yeah, you'd think I could manage a few posts having no job. Crazy how busy things can be when you don't have work.

For those who may be reading my blog and don't get the email updates, I am now attending university in Brisbane. After spending several years in public health I decided to return to school for an official, "You have been trained in this." stamp of approval. I'm excited to move on to a new and exciting place.

Here are a few pictures I've taken from the first week of being in Australia. I'm not including pictures from my first bushwalk in the rain forest, that deserves its own post.

Here's the map when I crossed the equator for the first time.


This was the first piece of Australia that I saw from the plane. Still not sure exactly what it is, but it's OZ.

Italy - Part Three

Holy gaps between posts! Lots happening, but let's get on with this Italy theme. You'll recall (and if you don't you can scroll down to catch up...) that we didn't do much the day we arrived in Italy, then booked a guided tour to Naples and Pompeii the first full day we were there. By the next day Amy was getting a cold. She wasn't feeling too well but was determined to see the sights. We decided to walk down to the Colosseum to see what all the fuss was about.


This was taken by setting my camera on a nearby post and setting the timer. We're in front of the Arch of Constantine and the Colosseum. Walking around in Rome is very surreal. I've seen pictures of these places all my life, and to finally be close enough to reach out and touch these things is pretty cool. We wanted to take a tour of the Colosseum, but the day was a bit colder and there was a line. We opted for the 5 cent tour of the outside.


After our quick walk around the Colosseum we meandered our way back to the hotel. Of course we stopped at all the little tourist souvenir shops. I noticed a cooler gladiator helmet in one of the stores and had to test it out. The thing was covered in some kind of oil or grease. I wasn't sure if that was to keep it from rusting or to act as a theft deterrent.


With Amy resting up at the hotel I decided later that night to go for a walk around the city. This shuttle bus drove past me as I got near the Colosseum, so I ran up to the stoplight to get a better picture. The snapshot still turned out a bit blurry, but you get the idea. I thought it looked pretty cool.


I've also played around with my camera and took these next few of pictures with the longer shutter speed. I headed back to the hotel to rest up for a more in depth tour the next day.