A stroll down Bourke St

It could be any other street in inner city Sydney. But Bourke St, between Dank St in Waterloo and Foveaux St in Surrey Hills is full of history, food and interesting sites everywhere you look. I took a stroll along Bourke St on my way into the city and was surprised at what I found…

Original Police Station

Bourke St Public School

Bourke St Public School Boys entrance

Bourke St Public School Girls entrance

Cafe seating soaking up the warm sunshine

Boulangerie – if you can, try the Chorizo, Potato and Leek soup with a wedge of fresh crusty bread for lunch

The Book Kitchen

 

Vivid lights up Sydney

If you happen to be in Sydney or going to Sydney between May 25 and June 11 head down to Circular Quay and the Rocks to check out the Vivid Sydney festival. There are a number of events on for the festival, including several free ones. I joined families, tourists, photographers and sticky beaks to enjoy the free light displays in one of Sydney’s most iconic areas.

Interactive light and music displays, light shows on the Museum of Contemporary Arts building, the Opera House and even the harbour waters itself, the creators of the displays have timed projected light shows to unfold across the buildings to music and giant shadows to walk along the famous sails of the Opera House.

The fresh Sydney evening weather was well worth it. The highlight of my walk through the Vivid Sydney festival is definitely the projector show on the Museum of Contemporary Art. Find a patch of grass and lie back and enjoy the show.

Sydney Harbour Bridge Chandelier

Museum of Contemporary Art

2012 Really Late Bucket List

I guess it’s better late than never. Making a Bucket List of all the things I’d like to do this year. It’s been easy putting one together. After sitting in front of my laptop all weekend typing assignments and with two weeks to go until the end of university for the semester, my mind easily wanders to the fun things I’d like to achieve in 2012.

So my bucket list for the rest of 2012:

1. Complete a 30 day Yoga challenge.

2. Watch the turtles hatch at Mon Repos.

3. Go to Tanzania (this is a cheat add-on to the list, because it is a new country I know I am going to visit soon).

4. Road trip all summer following wakeboard competitions and just generally hanging out in the sun and water.

5. Spend my 30th birthday on the beach chilling out with family and friends.

6. Do a remedial massage course.

7. Read a book written in Spanish and not understand a word of it (but try looking things up and see what they mean).

8. Learn to scuba dive.

9. Try a pole dancing class or circus acrobatics class.

10. Teach myself to make sushi.

I think in between university that’s a good list to aim to achieve in 2012. Now to stick the list to my fridge so that I am reminded of all the things I want to do with myself this year!

 

 

 

The Art of Packing

I wish it were possible to click your fingers and POOF! Packing magically done. Unfortunately this is not the case and often many extra useless items make their way into my backpack. Only to be carried around all trip and never see the light of day.

My last big overseas trip (2010) I packed three hours before I had to be at the airport. Anything I didn’t have I bought along the way, but there were a few things, that a week into my trip, I stared at wondering what I’d been thinking when I threw them into my bag. With three weeks left before I head off to Africa for six weeks, I’ve decided to take packing a little more seriously this time.  For starters I’ll possibly be spending time in climates ranging from cold winter mornings in Kruger National Park to hot and humid summer Equatorial weather of Kenya and any other variations in between. To avoid carrying around excessive amounts of clothing, shoes and scarves, I’ve devised a system that works for me. To cull the unnecessary crap from the pile of things to take. It’s as simple as 4 easy steps:

1. Assemble everything you think you need and want to take on your trip on to a bed or floor space (where you can leave it for a long period of time). Leave for a week.

2. Come back to pile with anything extra you have thought of through out the week and add to the pile.  Walk away for another week.

3. Come in and start culling. Do you really need 4 scarves? Wouldn’t it be cheaper to buy another book over there if you actually have time to get through the first book let alone the other six you already have in the pile? Leave the culled pile in a corner separate to the packing pile. Do a mock bag pack. Does everything fit? Do you have space for toiletries and electronics items that you will add at the last minute? Walk away for a day or two.

4. Do a final cull. Being a day out or the day you are flying you will probably be adding all your gadgets now.  Power cords, electricity adapters, cameras, laptops or anything else. There will be a few more items culled for sure. Remember your passport, itineraries, plane tickets and any other important documentation (it’s surprising how easy it is to forget these things).

Method to the madness

Around Brisbane

Having university assignments coming out of my ears for another couple of weeks, it means that getting away for very long is pretty much impossible.  One of the joys of Brisbane, or I suppose anywhere in the world, is that even going about boring everyday stuff, there are always hundreds of little interesting things going on around you.

Here’s a few photos from my recent days around university and home…

Gold Coast Gold

The Gold coast is typically associated with Surfers Paradise.  Which means the glitz and glamour of Cavill Ave and the strip of seedy nightclubs and packed main beach book ending it.  But take a step outside of this small, over spray tanned area, heavily blinged section of the coast and you will discover some truly beautiful places to enjoy.

For starters, find a quiet patch of beach and watch the sun rise.  With the mornings crisp and the gentle roll of waves breaking on the shore, it’s a peaceful way to start the day.  Take a walk around any of the areas outside of Surfers.  There are interesting sights everywhere you look.  This was how I spent my Sunday morning.  Taking a walk around Broadbeach after watching the sun rise, discovering little things I’d never seen before or finding interesting artwork/murals on the side of buildings.

So, here are a few photos of my walk around.  Enjoy…

Ladies Wakeboard Camp

Published in Wake Magazine

Volume 16: Issue 5

The first Ladies Wakeboard Camp held at Cables was four days of all things wakeboarding.  Liquid Force, Nautique and Cables Wake Park along with Courtney Angus had joined forces to put together the jam-packed camp.  Six ladies took up the challenge of participating in both the cable and boat clinics of the camp, while another eight joined in for the morning cable clinics.  They were here to learn to shred and learn to shred they did.

Thursday started with a boat set on the Nepean River.   We were fortunate enough to have a brand new Nautique, glassy conditions and no other boats on river… due to the rain and freezing cold conditions.  But there were no princesses amongst these ladies.  Most braved the cold to ride without a wettie top or steamer, as the riders were keen to make the most of coaching from Australian Wakeboard Nationals champions Bec Gange and Anna Bielen.  The ladies ranged in boat riding experience and were keen to learn everything from surface switching and one wake jumps to wake-to-wake jumps and back rolls.  Lisa Parson and Bronwyn Brown gained stability in their board control, working on their edge to pop off the wake better.  Sophie Crawford, Shavaurn Hanson and Ellen Moon made clean wake-to-wake jumps by the end of their sets, with Sophie and Shavaurn getting a few indy and stalefish grabs in as well.  On their last few passes Sophie and Shavaurn got close to front and back rolls as they worked on not popping off the wake to early and cutting into the wake on the best edge to get more lift for their rolls.  After everyone’s sets Anna and Bec took to the water to show us how it was done.  It was very inspiring to watch as they busted out wake-to-wake steezed out grabs, 3’s and tantrums amongst many others.  The girls took some heavy falls, especially Bec’s Tantrum to blind where she was sucked back up into the wake nose first to side slap the water.  She popped up out of the water laughing only to try it again and ride away.  This was great motivation as we realised that no matter what level of riding you’re at stacks are still going to happen, so just get back up and keep trying.  After almost five hours in the boat, soaking wet and freezing cold, it was time to head back to Cables.

Day two started bright and early with a two-hour session on the left foot cable.  After a quick warm up ride the ladies got straight to it.  With a list of tricks consisting of hitting a kicker for the first time, to board sliding the Nessy and Alps, all the way up to tantrums and switch back 3’s off the wave kicker these ladies meant business.  The mini ladies where on fire, throwing down on every obstacle and gaining cheers from the crowd of parents watching.   Eight-year-old Kyla Noyce picked up half cabs off the wave kicker.  Zahra Kell nailed her list of tricks, which included front 3’s, back 3’s and back rolls, off the wave kicker too.  The rest of the ladies where riding just as hard, as there where some terrific stacks and plenty of swimming across the lake to run back to the dock and try it all again.  By the end of the two-hour set everyone was exhausted, but couldn’t wipe the smiles away as the ladies continued talking wakeboarding while checking out the awesome goody bags they had gotten from Liquid Force.

After lunch the six ladies and coaches headed back to the Nepean River for the second boat set.  With the muscles well and truly starting to burn, each rider went for a twenty-minute set, with a focus on gaining board control and practicing technique for tricks tried during Thursday’s set.  The end result was some stylish and clean wake to wake jumps, switch one-wake jumps and apart from dropping the handle, a few front and back rolls.  Finishing up the day tired, hungry and every muscle aching, we headed back to Cables as the sun disappeared over the horizon.

Saturday morning and another early morning cable set.  Black Diamond’s Scotty Kell joined Bec and Anna coaching the clinic.  Most of the ladies were keen to practice their bag of tricks in preparation for the Jetpilot King of the Kicker comp later in the day, so the wave kicker was the place to be.  Nina Brown and Sophie Crawford continued to work on 3’s and Holly Watt got close to raleys off the kicker.  Ellen Moon, Jazzi Neville, Kyla Noyce, Nicole Hughes and Zahra Kell all carved it up on the dance floor, getting in some practice for the Rail Jam comp tomorrow.  The highlight of the morning session was Kyla Noyce hitting the dance floor toeside, the taxi and then getting half way along the inside flat bar on her heels.  These ladies were learning fast and the guys watching on the sidelines were starting to get nervous.  The ladies were killing it!  With a newfound collection of tricks, the ladies competed in the Indy 2 Tower challenge and then the Jetpilot King of the Kicker comps.  There was plenty of cheering from the banks as the chicks from the ladies wakeboard camp supported each other as they gave it a go and shredded.

The final day of the wakeboard camp rolled around.  The 8am starts of the previous day went out the window as all the ladies slowly dragged themselves to cable for their last session.  After 3 days of non-stop riding, the exhaustion was starting to show.  But after the initial slow warm up, everyone was back out on the water.  The two-hour session was put to good use with practice runs getting thrown down in preparation for the Liquid Force Rail Jam, which started straight after.  All the ladies competed well in the Rail Jam, but at the end of the camp everyone was stoked to have learnt so many new tricks.  Freezing temps, rain or aching muscles could not keep the ladies away.  And when it was all over, the only question left was… when is the next Ladies Wakeboard Camp?

End of Semester Chaos

Week 10 of the university semester has arrived slapping me squarely across the face, before throwing a bucket of ice water over my head.  It’s the week where students across campuses everywhere start freaking out because it’s just dawned on them that their final assignments are all due in less than a months time.  The week where students start falling asleep in the middle of the day (and not because they’ve been partying to hard) but because Week 10 lethargy kicks in.  The sinking, depressing feeling that settles over you that you’ll never make it to the end.  Never mind that you only have three weeks of classes to go.  Never mind that millions of students before you have suffered through the same end of semester epidemic, only to have survived to live (and therefore party) another day.

If my posts become sporadic and incomprehensible, you will now understand why.  With five assignments left to complete in less than a month, my decent into end of semester madness should be swift.  But awaiting me at the end of it all is six glorious weeks off.  Six weeks which I’ll be starting on a Singapore Airlines flight, the day after my last piece of assessment is due.  Six weeks to travel around Africa interning with an aid organisation.

But first I need to survive the last few weeks of semester…

My Dad

They say that from the instant he lays eyes on her, a father adores his daughter. Whoever she grows up to be, she is always to him that little girl in pigtails. She makes him feel like Christmas. In exchange, he makes a secret promise not to see the awkwardness of her teenage years, the mistakes she makes or the secrets she keeps.
~ Anonymous

It’s been the week to celebrate my parents.  Today is my Dad’s turn.  Once again we are not in the same city, we are not even in the same country.  And in Ethiopia, where my Dad currently works, it will not even be his birthday, I think.  Ethiopia follows the Orthodox calendar and therefore I am not sure what day or even year it is there.  But since I’m in Australia and today is the 6th May, I will celebrate my Dad for all he is to me.

Dad’s are different to Mum’s.  Dad’s pick you up by your ankles with one hand and hang you up side down tickling you on your sides with the other.  They carry you on shoulders when you are tired from walking or to give you the best view of fireworks.  They miss birthdays and special events in your baby years, because they were working long hours to save money for your future.  Dad’s are ATM’s for daughters, midnight chauffeur’s, security guards at parties and spring boards in the pool.  They are the final say, even though it’s a joint parental decision and cop the most hate from disgruntled teenager daughters, because that’s just the role Dad’s were made to fill.

My Dad is my partner in long-winded deep and meaningless chats about the world and how we can save it from all its problems.  He is the one I sing with in the supermarket, much to the embarrassment of my Mum and sister who walk several aisles over from us.  He is the one who dressed up as a gymnast for my gymnastic end of year concert and when Christmas rolled around would give thoughtful practical gifts, such as a brick to go towards my first house (with a lotto ticket taped to the underside).

He is there to bail me out when I make mistakes and loves me regardless of how left of centre I might be.  And in his words “Em is very different to Sarah–I call her a free spirit.”  Only a Dad could put that kind of positive spin on the way his daughter chooses to live her life.

So today I count down the days until we catch up in Africa and wish you a very happy birthday, with many more spent somewhere around the world!!

Dad’s “Birthday Cake” with cigarette candle in Switzerland May 1995

On The Water

After the miserable weather of late, I was stoked to wake up early Saturday morning to clear skies and no wind.  Ebb and I were making the trek up north to Go Wake Cable Park at the Sunshine Coast to spend the morning hanging out with Daniel Pyne and his wakeboard School Gimme Pop, which was holding a clinic at the park, for a story we were putting together for the next issue of inonit magazine.  I had another reason to be a bit excited.  After five months off the water, I was hoping to finally get some time to go for a wakeboard.

After hanging around checking out Pyney at work coaching and chewing the fat, there was a break between footage we needed to film.  I was going for a ride!  Nothing beats going for a wakeboard.  Specially early in the day, when the lakes like butter.  Thinking I’d just go round in circles, as I sat on the dock waiting my turn, I knew in reality I’d want to hit an obstacle at some point to see how my leg would handle it.

First crack on the incline and I came off butt checking, completely off-balance, but somehow riding away.  Next few were not so bad.  A couple of laps in and my muscles started to feel the pain, pain of being used, having fun wakeboarding pain.  I’m going to hurt the next few days, but it was worth it to go ride a few laps around the lake.

The highlight of my ride was going doubles on the cable with Pyney.  Watching him hit rails, ollie (to what felt like) as high as my head off flat water and launching into air tricks.  All in all I was pretty stoked with my first ride back on the water.  Even if I was as un-coordinated as ever, but I had fun and now days, that really matters.

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