Sorry. I’ve been MIA for a while! Things have been busy, but I’ve got lots of cool stuff to post.
I’m sort of a travel junkie and my current hobby has brought me to Australia. Yes, that’s right… the land down under, but not the Thunder Down Under because that’s a Vegas show where…well you can guess. There’s lots of thunder.
Right now, at this very moment, I’m blogging from a Starbucks. And believe me, it was hard to find! There were only 4 locations that came up in the Sydney city area…all I could think was, pardon? Did I hear that right?
I’ve been here for a few days (in AU, not Starbucks) and already have collected some invaluable experiences and life lessons:
People here yield for pedestrians…they don’t try to race them over.
I’m embarrassed to say, I felt bad for how much drivers were yielding for me. I’ve been trained to expect a flattened toe if I thought I had the right of way in Los Angeles.
So, instead I tried to yield for these Aussie drivers, and it went on back and forth for a couple of hand waves before I just gave up and crossed. Whoa.
I am constantly running up to the driver side of cars expecting a passenger seat.
Everything looks like it’s on the wrong side! I freak out when we’re on the road…I try to advise people who drive me to WAIT!!!! And to NOT TURN HERE!!! Heh.
I am constantly standing and walking on the wrong side of the street, thinking that all these people who keep cutting around me must be in some massive hurry.
I once blocked a long escalator with my stand-on-the-right American-ways… picture me, going up the escalator on the right side, minding my own beeswax. I turn around and EVERYONE else is standing on the left. Hm…that’s certainly enough societal pressure to tell me there’s something wrong with this picture.
But, these Australians were so nice… no one even called me out on it. Maybe they’re used to Americans acting aloof…especially when it comes to international politics.
Anyway, throughout my train ride adventures, I stopped off at Cabramatta. It’s sort of a Chinatown, but not the official one. I thought to myself that this would be a good spot to begin my havoc.
Don’t worry. I did not get in trouble. It was part of the Vietnamese Tet festival they were preparing for.
P.S. Australians use a lot of abbreviations. For example, a university is called, “uni.”