Dreaming of cold water...

After arriving in Townsville I'm told that my hostel is 10 minutes away if your driving, and 30 if your walking "but don't walk it's to hot" the airport shuttle guy tells me. In true Michelle fashion I do the opposite and walk, all in an effort to save money. It's a nice walk and by nice I mean pure torture, I'm acutely aware of the fact that yet again I have packed far to much. Townsville is the largest city in Queensland so I figured there would be a lot to do... turns out I was wrong. I spend my time walking around Townsville, going to the botanical gardens, swimming in the rooftop pool, and enjoying A/C in my very OWN room. The place I'm staying in is set up like a motel but with communal showers and a huge communal kitchen. It's a nice little "community" and many people have been there for long periods of time. After Townsville I take a ferry to "Maggie Island" staying in a 3 bedroom bungalow out in the wilderness. Here and like most places there is a communal kitchen and communal shower/bathroom as we'll as a nice lounging area and of course a pool (every place I've been to has a pool). For the most part I quite enjoy living a more simplistic life having only what I need, I would prefer having someone else carry around my things, but in any case it's liberating. Wondering what's near the top of my list of things I miss? Cold water from a tap. I don't get it Australia why must the water always be warm? I set out to do The Fort's Walk which is "the hike to do" while in Maggie. It's a 4k round trip with the first half mostly ascending. The hike had incredible views of the island, a few WWII artifacts and Koala's UP CLOSE, but sleeping of course. On the way down I met up with an older, Mother Nature loving, Swedish woman who also happened to be staying in my room and a guy around my age from England. The Swedish woman entertained me with her travel and life stories and the English guy and I instantly bonded over being at similar junctures in our lives. At night is when the animals in the wilderness come alive, the birds are squawking, bats are flying (which sounds so creepy) and there's animals running in and out of the bushes. A possum tries to get in our cabin, I think he's cute until I'm told there like rats -and the good feeling is gone. Next on the agenda is Airlie Beach and sailing the Whitsundays.

The beginning of the "hop-on-hop-off pass"

I leave Sydney in a rush and head to Melbourne, known as the cultural hub of Australia. I've lucked out here I'm staying in this hostel called The Nunnery which if you haven't guessed it used to be a Nunnery, so it's full of character and is unlike any hostel I've ever stayed in, and I also got a kick-ass roommate for the time that I'm there. The next day I leave on a one day Great Ocean Road Trip with a fellow Canadian and as we're on the bus I notice that I am the only one not wearing a jacket, big mistake -HUGE-. Thankfully one of the guides offers up his jacket! I hesitantly take it but am immediately grateful once it's on. I was not privy to the well known fact that Spring time in Melbs means you can and you will experience all 4 seasons in 1 day. Along the way we see the famous but fickle Bells Beach home to the Rip Curl Pro and is known as the spiritual home of Australian Surfing. Not to much farther we stop in Apollo Bay and I'm delighted to see my first Koala. There are a couple of others scattered around the trees, all are asleep like most Koalas. I'm hopeful but not overly optimistic that I will see a koala moving around, I suppose that's what happens when your diet has limited nutritional and caloric content. We arrive at the Twelve Apostles and are informed there's actually not 12, nor has there ever been, there is now only 7 rock "stacks" as 1 collapsed in 2005. Someone in the '60s came up with this name as a way to attract tourists to the "stacks" which are carved by the ocean. It's unbelievable to me that I'm actually here seeing this with my very own eyes, I take a few photos and spend the rest of my time just enjoying being here. I spend the rest of my time in Mel exploring the graffiti covered lane-ways, the CBD, and "funky" Fitzroy. I beginning tossing around the idea of working on a farm, I do some research and make some calls and am told on the phone that there is work on a banana farm in Tully, QLD and book a flight to Cairns. I spend one night in Cairns and head to Tully. Tully is a one street town with not a lot going on besides the banana plantations and cane sugar factories. I find my hostel and register it's here that I'm informed "sorry doll things slowed up quick, the wait list for work is three weeks, and you're behind 4 other girls." I'm not sure how I could have misunderstood her but I go with it and get on the list. I'm shown to my room, nothing could have prepared me for this... it's a room about the same size as the room bedroom I had in Canada, 4 bunk beds, and 7 very messy but very sweet girls. I take a deep breath and wonder how the heck am I going to live like this for a few weeks. I'm a neat freak, I have OCD when it comes to organization, and I'm set in my ways. I act on impulse but a few hours later I decide to get on the next bus outta there. Later on the girls share stories about working in the banana plantation, in their words "it's like a concentration camp" your at 1 station and do the same thing (putting lids on boxes, cutting bananas into bunches, wrapping them in plastic, etc) for 8 hours a day 5 days a week. The reason these girls and everyone else is doing it is the pay ($750/week) and the Australian government will grant you a 2nd year visa in exchange for 88 days of farm work. My job at home sounds blissfully amazing and I'm immediately thankful I don't need to do farm work, I'm not sure I'd last a day. In life Plan A or B doesn't always work out, good thing there's 26 letters in the alphabet as plan C is to use my hop on hop off greyhound bus pass and travel down the east coast, next stop Townsville.

Going from a plan to no plan...

I'm here, I'm finally here!! I've dreamt of coming to Australia for as long as I can remember, some of my friends will say "...for as long as I've known you, you have been planning this trip." So no one was more surprised than me when this trip got off to a rocky start. You see back when I first started planning this adventure I was going to live and work in Australia, staying for a year or more. Fast forward to a few months before leaving my plan was still to work but rather than be away for a year+ Id come home after 7 months. Life has a way of saying f-u to you're plans and steering you in the "right" direction. After sleepless nights and just "not feeling it" I've come to realize that I need to listen to my heart and go with it. At this moment I'm not interested in working which will inevitably cut down the time that I can stay overseas. I'm at peace with this because what I am interested in doing is enjoying every moment of this adventure, having no set plans except to finally listen to my heart.

City of Angeles

So although I'm in Australia I feel like LA deserves some blog love. If we're friends on Facebook you are likely aware that I'm in love with that city and here's why. First and foremost I love hip hop and LA also appreciates the beat as I hear it everywhere from car stereos to store speaker systems. Secondly it's beautiful, palm lined streets, the ocean, Runyon, Sunset Blvd, the people, the decor inside buildings (outside not so much), and most importantly THE MEN there are so many gorgeous mocha colored men in LA. The the third thing I adore is the vibe the people put out, there are people congregated on sidewalks, at Starbucks, in foyers all just chilling with one another and it's not one group of people over and over it's everyone it many. Fourth it's laid back boho cool here so laid back I was offered medical marihuana in Venice which brings me to number five VENICE. If you've been you know what I'm talking about if you haven't I suggest you go, it's like a boho circus. Last but certainly not least is its close proximity to the beach and ocean. L.A. truly has captured my heart and I can't wait to go back.

Think about it...

“Why tell your grandkids you worked 9-5, five days a week for 40 years and quietly sat in traffic jams while people went to war, suffered disease and shot their own classmates? Tell them you refused to live in fear. Tell them you crossed the Amazon, saw the Lost Cities of Gold and met your soul mate in Casablanca. Travel to the ends of the earth. Go now and live adventures that will make your grandkids proud.”

"All who wander are not lost..."

My first journey across an ocean has come to an end, Ive been back in Canada for 4 months.   Sometimes it feels like just yesterday and other times it feels like it was a  lifetime ago.   My dream of traveling was just a dream until 2009 when I took my first trip to Mexico.  Over the course of the next 2 years I went back to Mexico, Las Vegas twice, and Hawaii once.  It was in Hawaii that I realized I wanted more out of my life, to start making my dreams a reality.   I wasn't unhappy as such but in the back of my mind I knew that I was stuck in a rut. I wasn't living, I was existing.  I want it all. I want to seize every opportunity, take risks, and truly take in everything the world has to offer.   So a few months after returning from Hawaii I bought a round trip ticket to Asia. Few months after I was off on the journey of a lifetime. I discovered new cultures, tasted different cuisines, saw things that will forever be etched in my heart, met people who changed me and how I see the world, challenged myself whether it was using the washroom or navigating a foreign city, and I finally got to see what goes on, on the other side of the world rather than just daydream about it. Before Asia if you asked me who I was I would have told you what I did for work, where I grew up, etc. I thought this was who I was.  Now if you ask me who I am, you'll get a much broader answer.  I didn't even know who I was before Asia, traveling helped me have a better understanding of me.  Now taking a line from Oprah here are a few things I know for sure: -People are the same everywhere -Getting there is 1/2 the fun -Life or your plans don't alway work out the way you want, so relax, let go and just go with it, have faith because if it should have, it would have. -Trust your instincts -Take risks, chase dreams because "you only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough." And a few of my favorite things: Street food, hot weather, the most comfortable walk ever, beaches, meeting one of my  kindred spirits Sabrina, full moon party, Bangkok, fire shows, Tuk tuk's, locals, temples, bus journeys, hearing "it's all part of the experience." "The world is a book and those who do not travel only read a page."

Hong Kong

Hong Kong
First impression of Hong Kong-holy shit it's cold. +16 is freezing, although I consider it "prep" for my return to Canada. The immigration line was the longest I have yet encountered- 2 hours!!!  I read online that the main floor of the hostel building was scary once I found it (which was no easy feat) I was pleasantly surprised that there were no barrels on fire, it had an atmosphere similar to the many markets I have seen over the past few months.  My room was the cleanest, smallest, and most expensive room on this trip.
Hong Kong has the most people per square mile so to say it's crowded is an understatement. As HK is known as a "shoppers paradise" I spent some of my week checking out the plethora of malls and street markets.  The markets have some of the most amazing deals.   I went to the Peak which gives you a spectacular view of the skyline and harbor. I also went to the zoo which was a HUGE highlight as I finally saw a real live Panda (only my favorite animal EVER).  My favorite place was the Wong Tai Sin Temple it is a Taoist temple where provided you make an earnest pleas with gods "every wish can come true.". While visiting one of the gods at the temple, I got the strangest feeling that my life was about to change. 
I spent my last day picking up last minute souvenirs, visiting the Wong Tai Sin Temple (again), packing (my bag is sooo heavy) and crying. I can't believe the end is here...
Instead of being sad it's over be happy that it happened.