all things me

On the plane we were fed 4 meals (two breakfasts, two dinners) plus a snack bag (which I lost, but that’s alright cause I probably couldn’t have brought it into Australia) — that’s insane! The food was alright but there was too much of it and in the end I had to leave a lot good stuff on the plate and skip the last breakfast completely.

On Thursday (Feb 8th) we went to a local restaurant/bar in the evening. I had chicken schnitzel which was really good. On Friday (Feb 9th) it was the bride’s-to-be hen’s night (= bachelorette party) and we were at a Chinese restaurant. The food was alright, but I was full. The last dish smelled like toilet, though. We had mudcake (chocolate) which was extremely good (it wasn’t from the restaurant)! Then on Saturday (Feb 10th) we had barbeque by the pool at a motel where a lot of the guests were staying.

Saturday night we celebrated my friend’s friend’s birthday at a Japanese restaurant, Asahi Teppanyaki. There the food is prepared on a hot plate in front of you and the chefs do a bit of comedy too. The beef was doused in oil and set on fire (watch your hair!), they gave us bowls and threw a raw egg which we had to catch (I didn’t try that though because I didn’t want egg all over me), and at the end they threw several bowls at us and a rice dish in the last bowl (I did that, and caught the bowls — they were easier on the ladies, the men got all the curve throws). One of the men in our group decided to throw the rice back at the chef. The chef ducked and the rice landed on me and my friend — twice. Yuck. They also prepared an omelette which they then launched at everyone and people had to catch the bits right in their mouth (some of it stuck to the wall). I didn’t try that either because I don’t eat plain eggs. It was fun but a bit too messy. I actually ate a prawn which I never do. The kids had the best time, I’d imagine, because it’s not usually allowed to play with food.

My reason for coming to Australia was of course my best friend’s wedding (not the movie). The wedding was held on Sunday 11th. It rained on and off all day but towards the evening the sky cleared out and things looked very promising. The ceremony happened outside and most of the time the weather was really nice but right at the end it started pouring again and we had to go inside.

I drove to the venue with the bridesmaids in a white Chevrolet Impala (convertible but they kept the roof on) — don’t know which vintage but one of the older ones — and carried the throwaway bouquet.

They seated me at a table with some of my friend’s friends but her parents had me moved to their table. From the first moment they met me they kept an eye on me — a bit too closely in fact. “Minna, don’t stand there, come with us.” “Let’s go outside.” “Do you know how you get home?” (twice) “I looked for you on the bus [that took some guests home] and you weren’t there!” (I thought I was going home in the bus, but the groom’s parents took me home in the bridal car.) They were also appalled that I was going to stay home alone in a city that I don’t know. My friend’s mum said she was going to have a word with her but I hope she didn’t…! They even said they would take me to Queensland with them (!) — luckily they didn’t because I’m supposed to be on holiday! Without parents! Besides, I offered to be the house-sitter and dog-sitter a year ago.

There was a lot of food at the wedding (ever since I stepped on the airplane in Helsinki there’s been a lot of food, geez) but no wedding cake for some reason (perhaps it’s the tradition). I think in Finland we just eat some snacks with coffee (etc.) and then the wedding cake. I’m not sure though, because it’s been ages since the previous wedding I’ve been to.

After the eating there were the speeches. Both my friend’s father and her husband mentioned me in their speeches (thanked me for coming such a long distance) — I was probably blushing.

I didn’t catch the throw-away bouquet which is a good thing because it would’ve gone to waste.

My plane landed almost on time around 6.20-6.30 am in Sydney. I had a transfer in Frankfurt and a stop in Singapore. My suitcase got here with no problem, too, which was nice.

The people in Frankfurt seemed to think every traveller is German. There was this mean-looking lady at the security check gates and suddenly she just pulled me over to the chair. I couldn’t catch what she was saying (asking me to take my shoes off) even though I know a bit of German. I had to sit down, take my shoes off, and have them ran through a scanner.

I boarded a 747 in Frankfurt. It was rainy, so when the engine (turbine?) started all the water on the runway splashed backwards. The pilots on the plane (both from Frankfurt to Singapore and Singapore to Sydney) were really good, the landing and breaking went very smoothly; unlike on the Finnair flight to Frankfurt… (the pilot had to slam on the breaks)

So, I got through the customs and out of the airport around 7:15 am — my friend and her fiancé picked me up. The temperature felt really nice from the very start. Even though it’s warm, it’s also humid so I seem to be handling it better. It got quite hot and sunny on our way from a grocery store (I should’ve worn my sunglasses…).

It’s so different here! All the sights and sounds — the trees and the birds make me feel like I’m walking in a tropical zoo.

There was a dinner tonight with a bunch of people, and I was nicknamed Finland or Finnie.

I didn’t get any sleep on the flights because it was so loud on the plane. It didn’t matter though; I slept for 5 hours today after lunch, it’s 12:30 am now, and I’m properly tired. Will the jetlag hit me later because now it feels quite normal? We’ll see…

Start spreading the news, I’m leaving today
I want to be a part of it — Sydney, Sydney
These vagabond shoes, are longing to stray
Right through the very heart of it – Sydney Sydney

(Adapted from Frank Sinatra’s New York New York)

The most important thing to pack is of course an eTravelogue! I was planning on blogging from Australia but then my domain expired and I’m stuck between hosts. I’ll have to settle for a hosted blog where I don’t have a say over what my blog looks like. Agh.

Oh well, the main thing is I’ll remember what I did in Australia after my feet have lifted off the ground on February 25th and the whole trip is over. And that is what this blog [my blog at WordPress.com] is for.

Got myself some eye protection for the Oz trip (not the prison):

Nike Dawson P. It was just one of those “gotta-get-those at first sight” moments. (They were just the nicest ones in that selection… I’m not much of a shop-hopper except when I’m trying to find the best price for a computer game.) They’re light, thin-framed, and neutral. Just like me! Except for the lightness… and thinness… and neutrality, too, I guess.

Just as I was starting to get worried about the travel insurance that I had paid for on the 11th but the papers hadn’t arrived yet. Today I received an envelope from the travel agency including a new Bunch o’ Papers^TM along with a fancy schpancy black Traveller’s Safety Card. Hurraah.

Next step: waiting? And shopping for light (colour and fabric wise) clothes.

For the whole story, see category Tourist of Oz.

… would they throw me in jail?

That wasn’t one of the questions I asked when I went to the travel agency this morning. I did ask about the Bunch o’ Papers^TM (now I know which one of them is The Ticket — it’s not the one saying “Receipt Duplicate Copy”) and also got a Visa because I couldn’t find a way to get one through the website. So, now I have the Visa — or actually an Electronic Travel Authority. I was also given a cool plastic pouch where I can keep all the important documents.

I did ask if I needed any extra vaccinations because the plane stops in Singapore (I guess some countries require vaccinations etc. if one changes planes there…? I don’t know!). There are no mandatory vaccinations to take before being allowed to enter Australia.

Next step: Travel insurance
I’d only bought luggage insurance via the website (because there was a checkbox for it!) and hadn’t thought about getting an insurance for myself. (Who cares about me as long as my clothes and books are safe!) So, now I’ve got a bill I can pay if I want to and I’ll get the insurance in the mail. The price isn’t awful. Sounds good to me.

For the whole story, see category Tourist of Oz.

I received an envelope from the travel agency today and it contained a lot of papers. White papers, yellow papers, important looking papers, for-my-information papers…

I’m all confused about which papers I actually need to take with me on the trip and will the people at the airports really believe that they are official papers. They don’t look very official. I was expecting a wonderfully thick booklet of all the different plane tickets I’d need (well, only 2 and 2) but now I only have a receipt, an itinerary, electronic ticket/receipt/itinerary, and I printed an eTicket Receipt Duplicate Copy which sounds very shady.

I think I’ll go to the travel agency on Thursday to get my head screwed on straight and get all these papers sorted out — I should be able to get the Visa through them so I get two birds with one stone. Now that I think about it, maybe I get more official papers after check-in.

I really wanted a thick plane ticket booklet that I could laminate or frame…