Quokka adventures

For all my international people here is a mini kangaroo, officially known as a Quokka. This little fella (or sheila) is about a foot tall and even more adorable in real life. They are found on the small island of Rottnest just off Perth. Every time I see one it takes a whole lot of self control not to try and stuff it in my suitcase. I've been holidaying at Rottnest (Rotto) since I was a little kid and I still rekon it's one of the most beautiful places in the world. Yesterday some mates and I took a day trip on their boat to the island for some Sunday ocean fun.

I get chronically sea sick. Doesn't matter how long I live on a boat for it still happens. I even threw up on anchor once in the Caribbean. The ride to Rotto took over an hour but I made it without bringing up my breakfast. Once we arrived a few of our group went diving but I opted to take the small tender half way around the island on the hunt for some surf. I found toe biter midget sized waves to surf. On the positive side the only other critter sharing the waves with me was a big fat seal. No weekend warrior crowds. I got beat on the ride back in the little tender though. Thought I was going to get thrown out a few times and my back is killing me.

I felt pretty crook when I finally got back to the big boat but I still wanted to go diving. I was scuba certified in Panama but it has been years since I've been, so I sorted my gear and headed out. Once I made it down to the bottom my mask started to fill with water. Being seriously out of practice I tried to clear it the wrong way and the whole thing flooded. I was holding onto my dive partners arm shaking him and pointing up to the surface. He had to grab my mask and show me how to clear it. I almost panicked down there. Then to top things off my slightly infected ears wouldn't equalize which resulted in a bad headache. I gave up and came back to the surface. I tried to signal the boat to pick me up for 15 minutes by waving my fluro yellow swim fin in the air but no one noticed. In the end I gave up and went back down for a while, it was easier to be on the bottom of the ocean with an earache than bobbing around in the waves on the top. We eventually got picked up.

By the time we started back for Perth it was evening and I was wiped. I focused really hard on the horizon the whole ride back and tried to find my happy, non nauseous place. We had almost made it back home. I could see the lights of the wharf getting closer and closer. Then we got the radio call. Our friends who were sill over on Rotto on the smaller tender had broken down half way round the island and needed rescuing. We turned back and headed into the black ocean to retrieve them. Luckily a few fish had been caught while scuba diving and we were forced by extreme hunger to gut and cook them on the boat ride back. The broken down tender was tied to the main boat and towed back. We finally arrived at the marina around 10pm, salty, stinky and ready for bed. On the bright side the evening produced a beautiful sunset and I got to spend a little time hanging with the quokkas.

Bellow: Me passed out on the boat, my friend Matlida watching the sunset.

Staying Sane

Week two of no surf. This is the cost of getting educated! Perth is suffering from its usual sun kissed summer flatness plus I've been so busy with university and writing. There seems to be no immediate end in sight either, the soonest I can get South may be in a week or two. Luckily I discovered a big, old orange wave ski (ocean kayak) behind our shed. Once I sprayed off all the poisonous spiders with the garden hose and cleaned it up it didn't look so bad. I've been hitting the beach early every morning kayaking, swimming and rock running. It took me a while but I found the most perfect sized rock and now I keep it at a set spot up by the sand dunes. If a rock is too big you can't pick it up, if it's too small you start to float too much and it's hard to run. These morning beach sessions are helping me cope with the shock of returning to studying, my poor brain is like "what are you doing to me???"! C'mon summer it's time to finish, I love you but I'm ready for some waves.

Out and About

I vowed to write posts every couple of days. I guess it's only been a bit over a week right? Being away for 3 and a half years means a whole lot of stuff piles up. I want to be a kid again so I never have to do any paper work! Since being home I think I have only spent about one week in Perth. I can't help it, down South is just so damn lovely. I also had a bit of true Aussie outback time up in Kalgoorlie a few weeks ago visiting my good friend Jacci and her kiddies. My mum came along with me. She grew up on a sheep farm not far from there and gets all stoked to go inland. Me, I feel like a fish out of water, but there is definitely a certain charm and presence about the Australian bushland. The 8 hour drive I could have done without though. You can just drive and drive for hours out there and it's all so still and quiet. We drove in a back way and had the jeep stocked with water and supplies just in case we broke down. Recently in the area a guy died when his truck got bogged and he tried to walk for help in the heat of the day with no water. That's how unforgiving the land can be for those who come unprepared.

Kalgoorlie was just as I remembered, hot and red. And full of poisonous stuff. On the drive back home we stopped at an old dam in the middle of nowhere for a swim. At least there is some water, and no crocodiles! I stopped for a walk along the water pipeline that runs beside the road just like I used to as a kid on our desert camping trips.

In summer Perth is flat like a big fat pancake. I did score a little cyclone swell which apparently lit up the Margaret River surf region like a big happy christmas tree (check out the pics at http://soggybones.com/taming-the-temptress-bianca/ ). I got there a day late. Last Sunday I headed North of Perth to a little town called Lancelin which is known for its sand boarding and surf. We scored some fun windy little waves and the stretch of beach, accessible only by 4 wheel drive, was so beautiful. Miles of perfect white sand, crystal clear blue water and hardly any people. But for now I am up here in Perth taking care of business and getting ready to start studying again. I've been working a few laboring shifts as a removalist, not sure how good I look in a fluro tradies shirt and over sized shorts but hey, whatever pays the bills! I am also still living off a consistent diet of meat pies and lamingtons. Gotta love Australia!

Published!

Check out my latest writing, a travel piece in Women's Surf Style Magazine. Pick up a copy from Borders, Barns and Noble, Hollister and other places. Thank you to Sandra and Dan Olson for your support I'm so stoked to see my work in print! And as always big thanks and love to my awesome and patient photographer Dave Gregerson. He somehow manages to capture that split second when I almost look good on a wave! Above is a shot of his from Oahu this winter :) Also a quick hello and thanks to Mark Magennis who edits my work for me, this writing stuff is a whole lot harder than I thought. Ahh this sounds like an Oscars speech!!!

Southern Love

This is Mrs Chops. She is one of the many obstacles in bush golf. Actually that's not quite true, we award extra points for the accidental hitting of livestock with a golf ball. Don't worry their wool is thick, no harm done I promise. Bush golf is one of my favorite things about spending time in the Margaret River region in South Western Australia. My Aunt and Uncle built a 9 hole golf course across the paddocks on their beautiful rural property. The clubs are rusty, the ground uneven and golfing skills really have little to do with things. You can hit what seems like a great shot until it lands in a pile of alpaca poo and rolls into the fire break. Then there is the "green" (it's more brown) that has been dug up by all the kangaroos... We have a good laugh though and finish up with sunset beers on the balcony.

My other favorite thing about being South is the surf. I had been out of the water for a few weeks and it felt so good to get some waves again. Even though it's summer the waves were a fun consistent 3 feet, and if I got up around 4am and hit the beach early there were no crowds. The picture below is of a fun little West Oz peak with only 2 guys out. After everywhere I have been around the world I still think some of the most beautiful beaches in the world are here, with the most amazing soft white sand and bright blue water. The only bad thing was having to drive past 3 major bush fires. Mum made me pack a fire retardant wool blanket and large water container in the back of the jeep. After a week and a half of getting my surf fix I headed about 8 hours inland into the desert for a few days but I'll cover that in my next post. You will just have to wait until then. Here are some pictures from the South West. I am having so much fun being a tourist in my home country :)

IT'S SO HOT!

Perth in the summer is a lot hotter than I remember. And it hasn't even hit the forties yet! It's my first time home in a few years. I've gone from a small tropical island to a really, really big flat island. It tripped me out on the flight from Sydney to Perth just how big and flat Australia is. The view from the plane window was just flat and as far as the eye could see. I tried to take a picture but it doesn't quite capture it.

Being home again is good/weird/fun/hot! The best thing has been unpacking my clothes, to actually have everything hanging in a closet is SO exciting! The only sad thing is my dog. I have waited years to see her and a few days before my return her health took a bad turn. She is still with us but is sick, she falls over all the time and seems to tilt her head to the side. She is almost deaf and blind and seems to be losing the motor skills on one half of her body. I call her lopsided dog. Here is a photo of her. Tomorrow I am heading down to Margaret River for my first surf in weeks so hopefully I will have some good waves to report about :) I'm very excited, after all my travels I still feel like South Western Australia is one of the most beautiful surf kissed places in the world. Below are some pictures from my friends Russian Christmas I attended in Wollongong on Friday. Great food, lots of vodka and drunk cheerful Russians, it doesn't get any better than that!

Meat pies and plane flights

Dear 2010. I lost you. I lost you somewhere crossing the date line between Hawaii and Australia. We didn't even get to say goodbye. No send off with a big kiss and a glass of bubbly, just an airplane full of people. I am leaving behind in Kauai family, friend, friends who became family, and a little piece of my heart in the warm island waters.

I departed in my usual fashion which means a whirlwind of stress and disorganization. I still haven't sold my truck, nor shut down my P.O. Box. Hey, if anyone wants to buy an island truck mine has a small forest growing out of the rust. Check out the picture! Once again I somehow fit all my worldly possessions into a backpack, board bag and guitar case. I am fearful that my board bag is bursting at the seams. It looks like it's pregnant. Four surfboards got left behind, casualties of baggage charges. Picking two out of six was like choosing which children to keep.

I have been in Sydney for a few days now staying with some family friends. They are giving me Aussie lingo lessons as I seem to have forgotten my native vocabulary. Thongs are flip flops, a rubbish bin is the trash can, a sweater is a jumper and for goodness sake it's a petrol station not a gas station! Then there is the whole being on left side of the road. My dad tells me to be very careful crossing the road as I will look the wrong way and get run over. Just wait until I start driving again..... haha. I'm going to stick a post-it note on my steering wheel saying "stay on the left"! A few days ago I ate my first meat pie in two and a half year. It was great. The highlight of staying at my friends house though is the wildlife. Every morning I feed the native birds and every night a really cute possum visits and we feed it fruit cake. Yesterday I went to see the Sydney Opera House, the bridge and an amazing interactive sculpture set up just next to the Opera House.

On Friday I get the pleasure of attending my first Russian Christmas here too which I imagine involves good food and lots of vodka! The only thing I'm missing is waves. It has been weeks and weeks since I've surfed and I'm starting to feel it. But that is nothing a trip down to Margaret River can't fix when I return home to Western Australia in a few days. Aloha Australia... It's good to be back!

Happy New Years everyone xox