Finally A Job I Enjoy!

I have been working at Noakes Boatyard for the past four months. I have finally found an Australian job that fits me and I am finally doing something I enjoy! After working construction and doing odd jobs for over two years, I am very happy to take pay cut to do something more challenging and rewarding.

Noakes is a boatyard that caters to sailing yachts and wooden boats. The owner is a collector of wooden boats, and several of the shipwrights on staff have years of experience with timber yachts. My job is simple, I am starting at the bottom, of the yacht that is, sanding and painting the underbelly of boats with anti-fouling and prop-speeding.  This is the bottom paint on a boat that keeps marine growth from accumulating when it's in the water. I have been doing a lot of  polishing, and the odd engine service. I also look after the boatyard's old mobile crane and it's 80 ton travel lift. The travel lift can take boats up to 80 foot out of the water to be put onto hardstands so they could be worked on. Supposedly we are getting a new travel lift in December so we are attempting to keep the one we have running for a few more months. We also have an old travel lift from the 1970's that is about to fall apart and the plan is to scrap it soon.  I did get the chance to be part of a massive project removing a straight eight cylinder Gardner diesel engine from one of our ferry's so it could be rebuilt. It took four of us over a couple days to remove the engine, which is the largest engine I have ever worked on. We had to cut holes on the roof of the ferry to use the crane so we could move it, It was a massive project.  The other day I took a few pictures of the yard. The timber yacht in the slings is in the old travel lift that rarely gets used,behind it under the tarps, is the ferry which weremoved the engine from.

Everyone I work is very nice and most of the guys are involved in sailing of some sort. About half of the staff goes on the Sydney Hobart race every year. Emily and I have booked tickets to Hobart for Christmas to see the finish of the race, but we have a very special trip coming up next week. We will be staying in Port Stephens for a few days celebrating our third anniversary of meeting each other,and Emily's birthday is on the 24th.  We cant wait to get out of the big smoke(Sydney) and see some of the countryside!

City To Surf

The 14km City to Surf run is only a few days away, and I am not sure I am ready. I have been running several times a week for the past month and a half. The run has 80,000 people in it, and from what I have read and seen about it, it is crazy. Apparently hundreds of people dress up in costumes, and there are a few bands playing along the route.  The route goes from downtown Sydney to Bondi Beach. Halfway through the course there is 'heartbreak hill," which separates the contenders from the pretenders. 

I have been running over the harbour bridge which is close to our home as part of my regular route. Work has been busy too, making time for training sometimes tough. Hopefully the times I have training will pay off when I splash into the water at Bondi on Sunday! 

Dry July, and it's a struggle!

Emily and I have decided to have Dry July. Dry July is a online fundraiser where people volunteer to abstain from drinking alcohol, raising money for cancer research. July is the middle of winter in Australia with not many outdoor events to attend to which makes it a little easier. As simple as it sounds, its very hard to not do partake in one drink. The weekends are especially hard. Most Fridays at work, a box of beer is easily polish off between 15 people within a matter of minutes.  When I have gone sailing on weekends the beer flows like water over the keel. Its hard not to get caught up in the flow of things and have one drink.

The month is half over and its been a struggle. I also have been training for the 14km  City 2 Surf run on August 10th.  Running and drinking rarely go together, and I don't think I need to start, so dry July comes at a good time.

I can have "Golden Tickets' donated to me, which gives me a free day. My dad bought a free day for my birthday later this month. Does anyone else out there want to help me with a Golden Ticket? Click on the link above!

Noakes and North Sydney

So much has happened in the last month!  We have a new apartment and I have a new job!

Emily and I moved from sleepy, leafy Darling Point to the more vibrant North Sydney at the beginning of May. We had grown tired of our old place. We had lived there for 14 months.( 14! a long time for us!) It was at a beautiful location, overlooking Double Bay, however it became more and more apparent, we were paying for the location and not the amenities of the apartment.  Our carpeting was very worn out,the kitchen and bathroom cabinets were falling apart and needed constant repairing, the shower taps leaked all the time, and because we do not have a car this year, the 15 minute walk to the train station was seemed longer and longer every day. Darling Point is one of Sydney's upscale neighabourhods, but unfourtnally for us everyone who lived there seemed to be very well established and it was hard for us to make friends.

We found an one bedroom apartment that fit most of our needs in North Sydney.  It was just remodeled, sporting a new carpet, stove, water heater,  bathroom vanity and was just painted. It is only 200 meters from the North Sydney train station, which is only two stops from the CBD. I thought we had a good view at our old place, however, we not are on the third floor and have a view of the Sydney Harbour Bridge! We are surrounded by cafes and bars. The bars close at midnight so the noise is not bad at all. Although last night because of the State of Origin Rugby League Game(all star rugby game), many people were celebrating each score with screams coming through our windows. This is not the norm and our place is actually very quiet.

What makes our new place special is that we are located close to our workplaces. Emily's employer's home office is within walking distance and I have just started  a new job at a boat yard that is only 10 minutes walk away.  Its called Noakes, and its one of the best known yards on Sydney Harbour.  Most of my days at work have been spent sanding and painting the bottom of boats, called anti-fouling. Its not the best job and its pretty dirty, but its a start and I enjoy it. Most of the guys that work there go sailing on the weekends and have their own boats. The boat yard is more like a playground for big kids.

When my day is done, I am home by 5pm and Emily and I get to have dinner and look over the Harbour Bridge. The Vivid Light Festival has started and we can see the lights from out apartment. The picture below is the view from our bedroom.

Sydney Royal Easter Show

 I have found myself working at the 6th largest event of any kind in the world, the Sydney Royal Easter Show. It’s just about the same as a state fair back home, minus the country music and demolition derby. There is a arcade of rides, livestock judging, domestic animal judging, a rodeo, daily laser light stadium show, and of course heaps of food and fireworks.

I am working for a stand owned by taste.com.au. We actually have a few stands, which make life difficult for the stockpersons like me. We have to constantly run stock to the stand in the crowded isles of the hall. Inside the stand, we assemble "showbags." A showbag is a bag that included many items such as stir fry sauce, curry paste, cake mix and instant coffees. We sell each bag for $10 each. I recently learned that each item in the bag in within one month of expiring so the manufactures were just going to throw the stock away anyway, so I guess they are making a little money by selling all the stuff in a showbag. When we pack a showbag behind the stand, we are constantly busy trying to keep up with demand. It gets especially busy during the afternoon hours, leaving little time for breaks. I have been working 14 hour days all week. My self and a few other stock persons have been arriving at 7am to unload trucks for cold items, and then we spend the rest of the morning organizing the stand before the show starts. We then have been staying past 9 pm re-stocking the stand with showbag stock to be ready for the next day.  Tomorrow the Royal family of William, Kate, and baby George will be visiting the show, so I'm expecting absolute pandemonium. 

Sitting on the platform, watching the Trams pass all day

Today is the final day of what has been quite possibly the easiest job I have ever had. One of Emily's companies, Quickstrike was looking for extra staff to promote Sydney's light rail line. The light rail is very similar to Melbourne's tram's, however, Sydney only has one line. The line travles between Sydney Central Station and Dulwitch Hill. Half of the tram stops are new, nine new stations opened last Thursday. The New South Wales Government decided that they wanted two people to assist customers at each station, and this task fell to Quickstrike, who did not have enough staff. Last week I was doing landscaping work in western Sydney at a government housing project. I would have to wake up at 4:30 am to make to work by 6:30am. We usually ended work around 4pm, so it took me another 2 hours to get home during peak hour. Saturday two weeks ago I waited for one hour to get a bus to connect to a train to get home, a three hour commute. I was definitely keen for another job. Luckily for me Quickstriek let me on shifts without doing any training. they has a too small t-shirt for me, and a bunch of leaflets to pass out and I was ready to go. My first shift I ended up riding the rails for an hour before I found a shop with only one person, and thankfully my next shifts were properly assigned so I could go directly to the stop.

The job has been extremely easy. Emily and I go to our assigned stop at 7-9am and 4-7pm, but we are paid for six hours. most of the patrons are regular customers and have no questions, just complaints. Most of the time we just stand at the station watching trams pass as customers get on.

Thankfully I will be starting work tomorrow at the Sydney Royal Easter show at the Sydney Olympic park. It appears that I will be working every single day until April 24th.

Working on Boats

The past six weeks I have been working as a boat detailer on Sydney Harbour. I really enjoyed the work, It was outside, on the water, and best of all,  I was actually learning something while I was working! The days went by quickly and I was always very busy. The downside to working on boats is the weather. If there is bad weather, especially rain, there is no point to wash a boat. My job had been going very well until yesterday when my boss gave me his runabout with a list of eight boats that needed to be washed. I was finished with four boats and I had to dash across the harbour to finish the afternoon in a timely manner. I was travelling from the Mossman area to Walsh Bay, which can take up to 30 minutes to drive a boat to. When I was in calm water, I decided to open the throttle and speed across there as fast as I could to save time. After only a few minutes, The engine started to lose speed and started making noises that did not sound welcoming. I slowed down only to have the engine die and a plume of smoke come out of the cowling. I should have known better.

After multiple attempts to re-start the motor, I thought the battery was dead. I was in the middle of the harbour drifting dangerously close to rocks. I had to call marine rescue, and luckily I was found by a police boat just in time. The Police towed my back to the boat ramp we use and I waited for an hour for my boss to  pick me up. Of course he was not pleased, but it was not the end of the world. We finished another boat before heading back to his house to take a look at the motor. After looking for a few minutes, I easily found a hole in the side of the engine block the side of a $1 Australian coin. The motor was worth $4000-$5000 easily but more importantly, it was the business' link to washing boats on the harbour. Without the boat and motor, most of the customer's boats cannot be washed.

Unfortunately I will not be working for my boss anymore. He still wanted me to work for him,but now I just don't feel comfortable anymore. My goal is to still work on boats in the future and I plan on taking a General Purpose Hand course in the coming months. This class is required for anyone who wants to work as a deckhand in Australia. I already have half of the requirements completed with my STCW certificate from the US, so I will only have to take half of the course. I hope to secure new work soon, it had been a stressful time since Christmas when we arrived back in Sydney.

Happy New Year!

Emily and I arrived back in Sydney today. We had to wait an extra week for our visas to process but we made it here nun-the-less. The past month has been surreal. I have spent over three years away from home and Emily has been away from home over two years. We had traveled across the United States in just a few weeks, visiting friends and family in San Francisco, Chicago, Nebraska, and South Carolina.  We saw the Pacific and Atlantic oceans, albeit both were a bit too cold to swim in. We stayed at Emily's brother's house for the majority of our time in South Carolina. I really enjoyed the south. I sampled many foods I have never tried before, such as shrimp and grits, fried okra, fried green tomatoes, she crab soup and my favorite, boiled peanuts. More spectacular than the food was the hospitality. Emily's family was amazing hosts. 

We did an extreme range of activities on our month at home. We started by riding cable cars and enjoying a bread bowl of clam chowder in San Fran. Next, we survived a blizzard in Chicago to see the Nutcracker ballet. Emily's friends in Sumter SC lived right next to a swamp we explored which had Australian swans as year round residents. We explored historic Charleston on a horse drawn carriage ride. Survived a mild bout of the flu and tried every kind of "low country" cuisine we could find in Charleston as well. We ended the trip by driving up the Blue Ridge Mountains and discovered the mountain top chapel where Emily's parents were married. 

Our flight to Sydney was delayed for one week because we had to sort out a few visa issues but we finally made it this morning. It felt sweltering once we got here this morning; the high was 31°C (87.5°F). It’s expected to be hotter this weekend.

Luckily Emily and I took the train home at the right time today. This afternoon there was a train derailment at our local station, causing mass confusion.  Both of us have work in the morning, so we hope it has been cleaned up by then. I have been forcing myself to stay up late to fight the jet-lag, but now starting to fail. We have not worked for over a month, now its time to pay the bills! 

Foodies

After living 38 months abroad I have returned home to find myself having become a snob when it comes to food,  and especially coffee.  Working the long hours at my construction jobs the past two years has made me crave good coffee to help jump start my day.  Luckily living in New Zealand and Australia has introduced me to European quality coffees.  Before my long trip overseas I rarely drank coffee, and when I did I would unload an entire packet of hot coca mix into the cup before pouring java.  I started having flat whites and later cappuccinos in New Zealand with a teaspoon of sugar but now I thankfully have kicked that habit.  The Australian version of a cappuccino is creamy enough to have a fantastic flavor combined with the proper espresso that is not burned.  Austrlians have never heard of a decaf coffee.

I have no real memory of espresso coffee in the states. I always swore to myself that I would never become a coffee drinker and I never was until I was 28.  I was especially spoiled when it came to coffee when I worked at a construction site in Double Bay.  The Double Bay neighborhood was full of small cafes with excellent coffee boasting brands such as Lavazza and Vittoria. I would tell myself every day that I was saving my money by having a cup of instant, but I would usually break down on my morning break and fork over $3.50 to get my fix. When Emily and I landed in San Francisco I was excited to compare all of the American coffee with my new knowledge of Australian coffee. 

Emily is quite a food critic herself. She was raised to appreciate fine dining in some if the South’s finest restaurants in Charleston and Greenville, South Carolina, where she grew up. She has definitely rubbed off on me, we don’t eat out often but when we do we make it a special occasion.  She introduced me to such things as tapas, confit, pâté, antipasti, and of course our best meal out ever, homemade gnocchi at a restaurant down the road from us.

Our Australian acclimated taste buds were hit by American culinary staples full force on our first week in the country.  We stepped into a café in California after we just arrived and were shocked by the prices because they were half of what we were paying in Australia. Additionally, the café was packed but it was extremely quiet because everyone was on Apple laptops or tablets with headphones, everyone!  We ordered a prosciutto pizza which I thought was extremely salty, but eatable. The coffee was strange at this café because you were supposed to fill your cup with drip coffee to your liking and have the barista add the milk. Needless to say it was extremely gross and weak.  Our first proper meal out was fantastic sourdough bread bowls of clam chowder on San Francisco’s Pier 39.  Despite the upscale interior of the restaurant we were shocked at what everyone else was ordering.  The portions delivered to the tables around us were massive enough to make up three main dishes in Oz. I even glanced to the table next to us and saw a respectable looking woman wearing a bib like a rib connoisseur! I ordered a cappuccino after the meal and was shocked when I received a cup of strange bubbly foam. I should have sent it back but I didn’t (I was tired and needed a coffee!).

 On the morning we left San Fran, I scoured the little Italy neighborhood we were staying in for a takeaway coffee only to find very few places open in the morning. One sharp looking hole-in-the-wall looking coffee stand only served drip coffee! The barista had a homemade rack setup where he poured hot water out of a tea kettle over minced coffee beans in a paper filter directly into the cup the customer was holding. I finally found a very busy authentic café but I should have known it was terrible because the bakery cabinet was full of jam donuts and gingerbread men.  I ordered two cappuccinos and was extremely disappointed with the watered down result.  San Francisco did redeem itself when we found an excellent taqueria where we shared a burrito and feasted on $1 chips with homemade salsa and guacamole.

Chicago has been just as interesting with food. Emily’s friends treated us to our first American hot dog in years at Portillos. Em and I were happy with just one apiece, but her friend ordered us two each just to remind us that we were in the land of the large again.  The Wieners were great and I was craving another all evening. We got our deep dish pizza fix at Giordano's. Emily only finished half a slice and I put way two, but I was the most stuffed I had been in years.  I jumped on the chance to order a bottomless!! iced coffee, but of course it was just a very stale glass of drip coffee poured over ice. We had leftover pizza the next morning but I had come to the conclusion that deep dish is just not for me.  The pizza seems to just be full of gunky cheese with a few veggies mixed in. I would much rather have New York style extra crispy crusts. Another Chicago night found us eating in a basement bar munching on a giant pretzel rolls that we were dipping into nacho cheese and sweet mustard. Em hated both and I went after the cheese, the sweet mustard is extremely gross. Every night this week I have wanted to scrape my tongue because it feels like I have salt oozing back into my mouth from all of the processed food we are eating.

Just about when I was about to give up in my quest for good coffee, I tried Duncan Donuts latte coffee and it has sadly been the best I have had so far. The donut I had grossed me out because I am not used to the sweetness. The lady behind the counter (I will not call her a barista) asked me if I wanted cream or sugar with my latte. I am not sure if she was being serious or just very tired. 

So far we have been terrible tippers, and always seem to loose our loose change. We are struggling with the weather and looking foreward to returning to Australia. Later today I will be in Omaha and I’m sure more shocks to the system will be in store for me.  I already have gotten my American sweet fix in so hopefully by the end of the week I can resume my regular diet that does not include so much processed foods, and hopefully some good coffee! 

Two Weeks until the USA!

Emily and I are leaving Australia for a one month break, starting two weeks from last Sunday. We are super excited to get back and see friends and family. We are stopping in San Francisco, Chicago, Omaha, Greenville, South Carolina, and I'm sure many more places in between. We have spent the past several months saving money and planning out next year, and we will be re-applying for Australian visas.  We have spent most of the past year in Sydney and next year we look foreword to finally exploring other parts of the country, including Queensland, South Australia and the outback.

Lost in the Land of Traffic Control

I quit my 60 hour a week job as a traffic controller last week. My last day was on Saturday.  For most of the past year I have worked for the same construction company, Ganellen. I am not really sure what inspired me to stay at this job for so long. I reason it's because I got along with many of the workers at the construction site. I worked at two different sites, a 22 storey condominium project in North Sydney and a new Woolworth's and shopping centre in Double Bay. The Double Bay job site was 10 minutes walk from our apartment.  At Double Bay, I was in charge, managing the entire traffic control situation around the entire site, which was as large as an entire city block. I never intended to work as a traffic controller for almost an entire year when I first came to Australia, but that is just how the cookie crumbled.  When I was first looking for a job in Oz, many other backpackers told me that traffic control is a very easy job to get and is very well remunerated. On their advice, I took a one day course that cost $250 and the next day I started working at a job I found online.  Most days I would stand in the same place from 7 am until 4:30 pm, or sometimes even later, and after that I would have to help clean the site toliets for 45 minutes. I would have two breaks, one 15 minute 'smoko' at 9:30 am and a half hour lunch break at 1:00pm.  Many times I had to wait to take a break because no one was available from the construction site to take my place.  Needless to say I had grown frustrated and weary but tried to keep a smile on my face because this was the highest paying job I have ever had, no joke.

 I could spend an entire day reciting stories of traffic management. One time I was almost run over by an impatient old lady with severe gout, she was running late to her doctor appointment(she completely destroyed my start/slow sign). Then there was the crazy guy that stood in the middle of the road brushing his teeth like he was in is own restroom.   Most days were not as interesting. Because I usually started work at 6:30 or 7 am I, would see many people from the neighbourhoods walk to a train or bus station on their way to work.  And more often than not I would see the same people return from work later in the afternoon,my entire work day overlapping theirs.  I did not mind the long hours but once I had returned from New Zealand last June, I was on a student visa and I am required to attend class for 20 hours a week.  I averaged 60 hours a week at my job, which included Saturdays, so between work and school, I was barley at home.  I would try to sleep in and relax on Sundays, only to freak out when the sun started peaking through the windows of the bedroom because I thought I was late for work, when in fact I had a rare day off.  I asked my self several times if this is why I traveled to Australia in the first place, and the answer is unequivocally no.

After finishing work this past Saturday, I worked at a bartender for one day at the Australian Hotel Craft Beer Festival for Balmain Brewery.  My girlfriend gave me one of her shifts and I enjoyed the work.  This week I have also taken a barista and latte art class, something I have been wanting to do for a long time. I'm not sure I could make a good barista, I have very shaky hands pouring milk, ha ha.

I am very excited for the upcoming summer and cant wait to get back to home for Christmas too. Emily and I are leaving Australia for the good old USA on December 8th and are returning to Sydney on January 7th.  This will be my first trip home in over 3 years.  I am extremely excited to see my family and friends again.  I just home I don't get lost in the land of the free and then home of the brave the way I was lost in the land of traffic control.

Back in the Land of Oz

My student visa was approved last week, allowing me to re-enter Australia.  In my one week in New Zealand I was able to re-connect with a few friends in Auckland, and watch the All Blacks game last Saturday night. I had the chance to return to Zippity Zoo and work for a week and I jumped at it.  Beverley the owner and host was super friendly as usual and the animals were great to play with.  The changes Beverley has made to her Creeky Bottom Farm astounded me, It was more than two years since I had visited her. I was notified by email that my visa was approved last Friday,paving way for my flight back to Sydney on Sunday.  I had just enough time to fit in lunch with an old workmate in Wellington just before my flight departed.  I did not plan any of this trip because I was informed by my Immigration agency only four days before my visa expired that I needed to leave Australia to apply for my next visa.  They had made a mistake and must have thought I was Canadian because as an American, the visa rules are much stricter in Australia than commonwealth countries.

When I arrive to our apartment, I was surprised to be whisked out the door by Emily to be escorted to a flying lesson. The flying lessons were a valentine's gift, but we had to reschedule them three times because of my visa conflicts. The lesson was two hours away in Goulburn, which was a great chance to see some of the scenery around the area that we rarely see. The lesson was simple but very informative.  I had the chance to take the controls of a Gazelle CA-25 and take my crack at a few turns. It's intimidating knowing my hand movements could have put the small plane into a tailspin.  It was a great gift and I thoroughly enjoyed the flight. Emily's flight had a inauspicious beginning when her instructor aborted her takeoff because a vacuum hose popped off of the carburetor of her plane. I was a bit jealous though because she had the chance to fly a much nicer and larger plane.  The drove home was depressing as the sun set on my unplanned holiday knowing tomorrow I start working again.

Playing the Visa Wait Game

Waiting for my evening flight to NZ I am reflecting on the past year that's been in the great nation of Australia.  I arrived in Melbourne last June, freezing cold and poor. I am leaving from balmy Sydney with the security of my amazing apartment.  I am hoping to return to Australia very soon, I have applied to be a student here, but I need to leave the country to apply for my student visa, its a quirk of the system. New Zealand I will return to now after a one year absence.  I could have my visa approved anywhere from 24 hours from my departure to 2 weeks from now, I really have no idea. My school term commences July 1st. I am returning to Zippity Zoo to help out on the farm for several days while I wait. I'm looking foreword to having a break from working in Sydney, but I'm eager to return to my life here.  I spent last past of the past week in Tasmania with my Mom who I have not seen for almost two years. It was great to catch up and see great heritage sights such as Port Arthur.  Like my Mom's abbreviated holiday, I never feel like there is enough time in a lifetime to see everything.  I have only scratched the surface of what there is to see in Australia, and I hope to do more exploring when I return.

The Extreme Co$t of Everything

Australia is a country of extremes and driving is no different.  I purchased a 1996 Suzuki Cino for a modest $1,200 last September.  I thought it would be a cheap and efficient way of getting around the country.  Problems arose from the beginning. To register the car in my name without a New South Wales license, I had to ask my boss, who I had only known for two weeks to sign a statement vouching he had known me for over a year and I had a good character.  When I registered, I lied about the sale price to save money on sales tax and ended up paying about $50 for the new title.  I thought I was in the clear but more problems arose within the first few weeks. 

Speed cameras are everywhere in Australia and it seems like they have replaced highway police with technology. I got my first speeding ticket outside the town of Berry my first week of driving.  It was a $105 fine for driving 63km in a 50km zone.  What frustrated me was the speed limit for the road changes from 100km to 50km right outside of town with little warning.  I was leaving Berry, heading south, speeding up to the 100km sigh, but apparently the speed camera caught me from behind. I was not too worried though, I paid the fine and chalked it up to an Australian learning experience. 

Australia is also full of toll roads.  I did not register my car for the toll roads until I moved to Sydney.  Before I did my mailbox was littered with several toll notices that arrived well after the due date, saddling me with extra charges.  The first toll was from my Labour Day weekend trip to Melbourne. I arrived home in Nowra and found a $22.80 fine in my post box.  Included in that fine was $11.30 in tolls and a $11.50 administration charge.  I should have known better and pre-registered with Melbourne’s tolls, City Link, but I was not planning to go back to Victoria so I did not bother. 

One month later I was caught by the Barry Speed camera again.  And again I was going 63km in the 50km zone leaving town to the south.  I was furious.  I think that the NSW government had set up this area on the highway on purpose.  It was straight, flat, and very easy to speed up to the 100km sign.  I paid my $105 fine only because I knew that I had to re-register the car in January. 

Nothing I had experienced in driving in Australia compared to the time when we first arrived in Sydney.  Every freeway and tunnel in Sydney is a toll road: The Harbour Bridge, the Harbor Tunnel, the Cross City Tunnel, the Eastern Distributor, the M1, the M4, and the list goes on and on.  The first week in Sydney Emily and I had several interviews all across town and we just drove where we needed to the fastest way possible.  Compounding the problem was the fact that I charged addresses and was not getting  toll notices sent to where we were living.  I was going to get an E-tag set up, but it required a $40 deposit and $40 initial credit, and we were struggling to keep up with all of the other moving expenses, so I kept on putting it off.  All the charges started adding up quickly.  Sydney tolls are not cheap. The Harbour Bridge is $3 southbound, $4 during peak times, and a $5 administration charge.  The Cross City Tunnel is $4.77, with a $10 administration charge.  I received at least a half dozen of these notices in the mail totaling at least $60.  The worse was still yet to come.  I drove to my job in North Sydney on my first day, arriving around 6:30am.  There is no parking provides in the construction site and only metered parking for many blocks around.  All the meters in the street of the site had a two hour limit.  I drove three blocks up and found parking with a 8 hour limit.  I paid $20 for 8 hours with my credit card at 6:45am and went to work.  I returned around 3pm to pay for my parking again and found a ticket for $99 in my window!!  The parking rangers must have just been by as there was only a 15 minute period that I did not pay for.  I worked until 5pm, so I just left the car there with the ticket under the wiper blade, hoping it would not be towed, and it was not.  There is a parking garage next door to our work site with early bird all day parking for $26, and now it seemed like a bargain for the hassle of my first day.  A few months later I drove to work for some reason I can’t remember and parked several blocks away in a non-metered two hour zone.  When I returned to the car, sure enough I had another ticket.  Maybe I am just so used to small towns but paying for parking makes me sick.  Luckily the North Sydney train station is a 7 minute walk from my work so I will always take the train. 

When Emily and I lived in Elizabeth Bay we were subleasing and a car parking spot was not available.  The street we lived on, Roslyn Gardens was a non-metered one hour parking zone.  Residents can have Sydney council parking permits for $50, but the problem was out lease was only a sub-lease, and the minimum period for a parking permit was 6 months.  Many times I freaked out about parking on out street, worried about fines but for some reason we never were checked.  I saw many parking rangers only a few blocks away, but I guess our street was always so quiet, they never checked. 

It was only a coincidence that out Elizabeth Bay sublease expired one day before my car registration was due.  When a car is registered in NSW, the entire year of liability insurance must be pre-paid and a vehicle inspection is required.  The inspection was no problem. I paid $50 for a mechanic near my work to check things over, and he gave me the required “pink” slip.  Next up was the “green” slip.  The green slip was from an insurance company certifying that I paid the entire year up front.  There are only four companies in NSW that do car insurance to there is not much competition.  The average price for one year’s insurance was around $700 give or take $20, so I was stuck with forking over a lot of money with not much of a choice.  The final step for car registration was to pay the yearly registration, which was an even $250.  The total car registration amounted to just under $1000, about the same as I paid for the entire car!  If I let the registration lapse, I would have to have the car comprehensively inspected and get re-certified with a “blue” slip.  The blue slips were very hard to pass with an older car, with things like a cracked headlight being problems.  Fines for an unregistered car on any road are $550 and every time I would drive past a speed camera I would be incurring that fine.

Australia loves to keep a big brother presence over everyone in my opinion   The amount of certifications for any job is mind boggling and driver’s licences are no exception.  When a learner driver is driving a car they have a giant ‘L’ magnet on the car. When teenagers are driving, the  are required to have a green or red ‘P’ affixed to the car.  An Australian who starts driving at 16 will not likely get their full licence until they are at least 21 or 22 years old.  When I started my construction work in Melbourne I had to take a one day construction induction class to be allowed on any job site.  The class cost $150 and all we did was watch silly youtube videos.  Wages are much higher in Australia to compensate for all of the certifications.  My first construction labouting job I was paid $21 an hour.  I make $24 an hour at my current job, but I am supposed to have 33%of my wages withheld for taxes because I am a non resident.  Australia also has compulsory retirement savings,called superannuation,where 9% of my wages are withheld from my checks and deposited into a mutual fund type account.  I really like the idea of superannuation,but its not practical in my case. I am a backpacker and need as much cash as possible.  I had two more speeding tickets on Easter weekend totaling $210, so I need money ASAP! I was wondering why everyone on Easter weekend was driving like grandmothers, double demerit points applied to NSW licence holders.  I was allegedly docked 4 points for my driving that weekend, which I considered very normal.  Don't get me wrong, Australia is an awesome country and I want to spend more time here, but man, they sure make it difficult.  

The Sound of Settling

After four months and countless places to live, Emily and I have finally found a place to call home in Sydney.  We subleased in Elizabeth Bay for two months ending January 29^th.  We spent the entire month of February homeless.  We had a sublease in Kings Cross for five days directly after we left Elizabeth Bay. We rented from Emily’s friend for two weeks after that in Maroubra, then spent around 10 days living in hotels and lodges before finally getting approved for a very nice apartment in Darling Point. 

 Inner Sydney must have one of the hardest real estate markets in the world.  We started looking for a place in the middle of January.  The first place we picked out was in Elizabeth Bay in the building next to us. It was a perfect location and price, but the owner wanted us to lease right away, abut we had already paid for the last two weeks where we were.  Not wanting to pay for two places at once, the decision was pretty much made up for us.  The same week we were due to leave Elizabeth Bay my car registration was due, and that had to be taken care of (more on that later).  I work every Saturday morning, making it almost impossible to make the scheduled inspection times for open flats.  When we called agents to look at specific places we were always given the run around and told to just show up at the scheduled inspection time.  On one rare day off I walked to a real estate office to request an inspection in person, when I called, they always said that they were too busy.  I walked to the office and approached the guy in the doorway who was not actually working there, but just watching over the door, smoking at the same time.  When the agents finally showed up, I tried unsuccessfully to convince them that I could leave my passport and take the keys to look at a place 10 minutes’ walk from the office.  One agent finally agreed to show me but the problem of finding the keys was still at large.  The keys were never found.  The agent’s excuse was because it was the first day back from a long weekend, another agent who had the Saturday inspection did not have time to return the keys to the office so he could leave for his holiday early.  He suggested that I left $400 with him to hold the property for a week until I could look at it.  I was not about to fork any money to anyone in that office.  

After this Emily and I decided to never look at properties that were offered by that company, but everywhere we looked, the best places were managed by this dodgy company!  When we did make an inspection, an average of 10 other people were waiting with us to see any given property.  The real estate agents were almost always late, never answered their phone, and were rude.  Agents never showed features of apartments, they just unlocked the door, asked for a phone number and email, and made it looked like it was a painful experience to deal with the public.  I don’t know much about dealing with apartments in the US, but I would expect that there is at least some customer service, even if someone will not be taking a place.  

On February 16^th, we did finally find a place offered by an owner, but he turned us down the day we were going to move in for reasons that we will never know.  We had to book a hotel that night and subsequently stayed in hotels for the next several days. We changed hotels every three days because of rate changes, bookings, ect.  We even spent a weekend 20km out of Sydney in Parramatta during the Sydney Marti Gras, a massive LGBT gathering that made logging prices skyrocket.  We had strict guidelines for a place: Near transport, bathtub, light, airy, and not danky and old like our old place.  Not too much to ask for.  The problem with many places in the city is that price for a crappy moldy studio would be the same as a two bedroom house in the suburbs.  One inspection Emily went to had people bidding against themselves, with the apartment finally going for $485 a week.  

We finally decided on a beautiful place in Darling Point, close to where we lived before.  As we had to do with many properties before, we submitted an application which took about two hours, involving everything from work contacts to character references.  We had applied for about seven places before, but had not been approved before.  I had to pester the agent before he processed out application and we were quickly approved.  The place is a beautiful large one bedroom apartment with huge windows overlooking Double Bay. The carpet is a bit old, but that is likely why the price was lower than other units in the building.  

We moved in as quickly as we could on a Wednesday.  Emily had found a perfectly good bed in the street near her work that we put in right away, spending only one night on an air mattress.  Because I have been working so much, I left all the decorating up to Emily and she has done an amazing job.  She found all of the furniture off of Gumtree, Australia’s Craig’s List.  She found a free dining table, $10 for 4 dining chairs, $200 flat screen TV and entertainment center, $80 sofa bed, and everything we could possibly need for a kitchen for about $80.  She has gone above and beyond my expectations outfitting out place I am now proud to call home.  It’s so nice to finally have a place where we can relax and not worry about rebooking anything and we don’t have to clean up if we don’t feel like it. My mom is visiting in about two months and I can’t wait for her to see it.  Things are not slowing down for us as we are leaving for Byron Bay this Easter weekend for the annual blues festival.  

Rain City

The weather has taken a turn to the wet this week. After a sweltering January we have had floods this past week.  Last weekend was a long weekend, Australia Day, but the weather did not cooperate, raining on all day Sunday and Monday, totaling 130 mm in some parts of the city in 24 hours. Bundaburg and Brisbane in Queensland had major flooding that weekend too.  Today it has rained all day too. I spent the morning at work help clean out the flooded basement. It feels like Auckland all over again with the wet weather. We have moved from out old apartment and and the weather has not helped us. Maybe the global climate change has made Sydney a wet climate.

Big Day Out

One week ago last Friday I took the day off and Emily and I went to Big Day Out, a massive concert at Sydney's Olympic park featuring over 50 bands and brutal heat. The weather leading up to the event was seasonable but on the day of the show, the tempiture pushed to record levels. The high for January 18th was 46°C (114.8°F). This was the hottest day ever in Sydney. We arrived around noon and the mercury was already over 35°  We ordered frozen mixed drinks only to watch them melt in front of out eyes.  We wondered around several venues and finally chose the wrong one: a concrete bowl with local bands playing. The music was great, but there was no shade and we did not want to venture out to the most pit where water was spraying the concert goers.  We later took up shelter in the main stadium where many bands were playing but we were so miserable we don't remember much from acts like Band of Horses, Vampire Weekend and the Yeah Yeah Yeahs.  We soon discovered that a strong breaze was being blocked by the stadium and it was at least 10° hotter inside than outside. Water was also hard to come by. The drinking water taps were located very far from the stadium and bottled water inside was $4.50.  This should be a crime when it was so hot. We did recover nicely to take stadium seats to see the two headline acts, The Killers and The Red Hot Chill Peppers. When the killers started their set with "Mr. Brightside," the entire arena awoke from a sun-induced funk and the ground was awash with people rushing in like ants to get close to the stage. The show was awesome from that point. When we left we encountered more trouble when the Sydney Olympic Park train platforms were super overcrowded and I was very worried that someone would get trampled when the train arrived. Of course the train was 10 minutes late and it was not air conditioned. I got separated from Emily when we boarded and I was stuck on the lower level of the double deck standing with my head lilted because of the low roof. For some reason the train which was supposed to be a direct service to Central station turned into a local inner-west train, stopping at every stop to the city. A 20 minute train turned into a 45 minute cookie oven. Everyone on board looked like they were just through a war zone with many blank stares. We did finally arrive in Central safe and sound and I had time to reflect on my first large concert: It would have been totally different if it was not as hot, so I am willing to try it again. 

Its Heating Up in Sydney

Today's high was 28° C (82°F), tomorrow it will be 30°C(86°F),and Friday it will be 38°C(100°F).  Last Tuesday the high was 40°C(102°F).  I work outside and I fell every degree of the heat no matter the scale.  I have been doing traffic control outside a construction site in North Sydney since the first week in November.  I stand outside and direct traffic entering and exiting out site.  I also wave through traffic, through.  It's a pretty boring job but the pay is good and up until last Tuesday the weather was fantastic.  I learned that most union construction sites in Australia shut down after the temp reaches 40° and I learned that we are definitely not a union site, as work continued as normal.  Australia is known for oppressive heat, but at least Sydney is cooled by ocean breezes.  We also started a boot camp workout in the evenings which is fun, but definitely not cool. To add to the heat misery we have been notified that we need to find a new place to live by January 29th, and I need to sort out car registration by January 30th.  If the heat and stress get too bad, I will just have to jump in one of Sydney's amazing beaches and think abut swimming away...

Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas everyone!  We will be heading to Port Stephen's for Christmas tomorrow for a few days. Port Stephens is 2.5 hours north of Sydney. We will be in back for Boxing Day  and New Years eve in Sydney, which is supposed to be great. I hope everyone had a great Christmas and Happy New Year!

Happy Christmas

The banners around Sydney say Happy Christmas and I will try to be only happy and will definitely not be merry this Christmas after having our apartment broken into.  We live on the bottom level and I was naive to leave the window in the lounge room cracked for fresh air.  While we seeped someone came into our place and took both of our computers, my ipod Emily's bank card, her prised bag, sunglasses, a gift card, my credit card and some new shoe inserts. Yes someone took shoe inserts. So now one week before Christmas we have to deal with this. Someone took their time. They thumbed through Emily's purse, my backpack and my wallet and selected things to take. They then placed my wallet back inside my shorts pocket. They took time to take the computer charger cord for Emily's computer.  Things are not any value to anyone else, the computers are over two years old and likely worthless at a pawn shop. This all happened as we slept. We have a fan running on out room and did not hear a thing. Needless to say this is very disturbing.  We will go away to Port Stephens for Christmas and get away from this gritty, grimy city.  Hopefully our stuff will still be there when we return.