The Next Step

Looks a little small doesn’t it? I wonder if there will be any room for me in there when everything goes in, but at least we are started now and as I write the frame is going in over an already completed concrete slab.

To Be Or Not To Be My New Home?

These is the view from what may or may not be my new home - when I am in Melbourne that is - until recently my sister’s garage which as you can see couldn’t have possibly house a car, but did house everything else that she, her family, our parents and I have ever owned - not even a tram ticket would have fitted in there prior to the empty out. My sister is a true Bower Bird. I am only sorry that we didn’t take photos before we started the clean out - but many black bags hit the dumper and a 6 meter skip came and went in just a few hours and there is still a lot to go! All I now have to do is get the works happening and that is proving interesting to say the least. I am beginning to wonder if it is meant to be, but we shall see on that one.
First one has to get the permits, cost involved naturally, then there are the contractors/tradesmen - just getting them to answer the phone, return the calls, come and give a quote etc is proving to be an exercise in patience. Then there are all those decisions I am going to have to make, and everything naturally involves a cost - it’s much easier to just take off on the next adventure or house sit - which is what is just about to happen. So wish me luck with the “house” or whatever comes next. My next entry should be from “The Alice”

Reflections Lemaire Channel

The evening was spectacular. After the BBQ on the deck it was impossible to venture inside as the night became more and more beautiful and we entered the Lemaire Channel. In the morning this same channel had been completely blocked by pack ice and un navigable, amazing the difference a day makes! If you look closely at the base of the cliff coming down on the right, the small black dot you can see in the water is another boat - that's how vast the distances are in Antarctica. We were meeting this boat - another of the Quark expedition boats to exchange some zodiac outboard motors. Two expedition staff disappeared into the vast pack ice in a tiny zodiac to deliver them - they don't even appear in the picture.The passage took several hours and was absolutely magnificent

Reflections Lemaire Channel

Pack Ice in the Drake

This was the first view of what was to come that night as we entered the ¨infamous Drake Passage¨.The view from the bridge was spectacular with many large icebergs sparkling in the setting sun, a great time for those last photos, just in case I didn't already have enough. It's that line of solid white ahead of the boat that suddenly had the crew a little concerned and the captain on the bridge. Which resulted in much smoking as all scanned the horizon for a clear passage.

As the sun set the pack ice became thicker and the passage changed regularly, with lots of stops and starts and plenty of chain smoking as all eyes searched for the hidden icebergs in the drifting pack ice.

Pack Ice

It was hours before finally we cleared this lot.

Antartic Journey

A Local Resident

I Really Am Crazy

Just to prove that I was one of 35 totally crazy people who did go swimming in Antartica! We were told??? silly us to believe such a thing! that the water in Pendulum Cove would be warm and during the visit to Whaler´s Bay on Deception Island that morning there was steam emanating from the sand and yes the water was warm to feel. Swimming there is not a good idea as there is a lot of rubble from the old station, so we patiently waited until the evening and the promised warm water. Unfortunately it was not to be; but when you are there you just have to do it! And I have swum in some other rather interesting and obscure places - so I was silly enough to be the first to take the running dive and probably the first out again. It was rather invorating, the worst part was that the ground underfoot is actually volcanic stone and is very difficult to walk on barefoot. The shower on the boat never looked or felt so good - and we had a lousy shower.

Antarctica

Imagine: Complete silence, peace, beauty, colour formed within thousands of years of ice, patterns and formations that take a form and change within minutes. It is impossible for me to find the words to describe the beauty of the trip between the iceburgs and to convey the feeling that they give, but a few pictures might help.

Antarctica

The Finis Terrae Family

My family here in Ushuaia, La Ciudad Del Fin Del Mundo.

Marie, who cooks delicious bread for breakfast, changes the towels almost before you are out of the shower and changes the bed either while you are in the shower or eating too much bread at breakfast! Amanda, the beautiful hostess of Finis Terrae, the Bed & Breakfast, principal of Finis Terrae the spanish school www.spanishpatagonia.com , my teacher and friend, fluent in Italian and French and believe it or not a grandmother! Ana, my other Spanish teacher and friend, who cracks the whip in class and speaks far more English than she will admit to in class and finally Exequiel, the VERY hard working host of Finis Terrae who never stops. I have finally learned to pronounce his name, but when he throws 3 sentences at me in rapid Spanish, with some English in there as well - I stand there with my mouth open and he just shakes his head. Exequiel is fanatical about customer service and as hosts he and Amanda are wonderful, I have always felt at home in their home and with all the people coming and going I don't know how they keep going, but they do and always with a smile.

An Antarctic Adventure

This one isn´t mine, thankfully, but does give one food for thought. A fellow Ozzie, also studying Spanish at the school just returned from a yacht trip to Antartic - and yes yacht is correct. A group of 12 including guides and crew headed south to do some climbing . First stop, first beach landing and a great chunk of iceburg decides to part company and hit the water. This created a wave which when funneled into the beach created a mini tsunami about 3 metres high, and yep you guessed it, they were washed out to sea. Most close enough to be quickly pulled out, one with a badly broken leg, but Mark was actually washed right out, wearing full climbing gear and was in the water for almost 10 minutes. Managed to grab a floating backpack and one of the others swam out with a rope - lucky guy. A touch of hypothermia and fingers still attempting to come back to full life, but other than the loss of all the gear, amazingly well and rather casual about the whole adventure.

Finally Found a Use For ........???

I finally found a use for the ever present Bidet. So far there has been one in just abou every bathroom I have visited since I have been here in Argentina, and as a not very well educated Aussie (in bidet terms anyway) I have never really been game to use one for the purpose it is intended. I do know the general idea, but - well I am sure you understand. And I haven´t found anyone else who admits to using/trying one either. Can´t put the toilet paper in the loo, but there is almost always a bidet.
Anyway enough of that - had some hand washing to do, and there just isn´t a sink big enough in the B&B - so what else would you use? Found a plug to the small handbasin - very small, in fact only large enough for very small smalls or small hands; discovered it fitted the bidet and there you go - handwashing done in next to no time. I did have to kneel on the floor, but other than that slight discomfort all worked very well. Warm water flowed, had to adjust the taps so the fountain didn´t work and all was washed and rinsed with ease. The washing is now hanging around the room hopefully drying to squash into the case to head further south next week.

NARICES FRIAS

I just loved this, it is the kindergarten at the end of my street and the name Narices Frias translates as cold noses - just perfect for the city at the end of the world.

FINIS TERRAE

My home here in Ushuaia, Finis Terrae, Spanish School and B&B, an absoultely delightful place just minutes from the centre of Ushuaia. Have at look at www.finisterraeushuaia.com.ar It is operated by a wonderful couple, Exequiel ( I still have trouble with the pronunciation) and Amanda and nothing is too much trouble for them, they are perfect hosts. Amanda is my Spanish teacher,( one of them, I actually have two,) and runs the school here. You can check it out at http://www.spanishpatagonia.com Amanda and Anna are pushing me hard in my Spanish - just what I need and I find my comprehension and conversation improve by the day, but I must admit there are times when I wonder why I am doing this. My class is from 4.00 to 8.00 in the afternoons and yesterday included a visit to a museum and coffee in the centre.

Ushuaia is a beautiful city and has more than doubled it´s size and population in the last 10 years. There is a concerted effort to attract tourists and the city gears itself more all the time for the tourist trade. The houses are beautiful and there is construction everywhere with new houses pushing the city out all the time. Although there are many poorer suburbs and certainly smaller houses, I am told that there usually is plenty of money and that it is the way that the owners choose to live. But more on that later.

Ushuaia la Cuidad Del Fin Del Mundo

Ushuaia, the city at the end of the world and what a wonderful place it is! I have only been here a few days but I have fallen in love with it and the weather has been absolutely magnificent - they tell this is not usual for Ushuaia The air is brisk and the nights are somewhat chilly, but the days have been filled with glorious sunshine, so I spend my time putting on and taking off the fleece as all the shops and buildings are well heated. I am just hoping the weather remains like this for the crossings to and from the Antartic.
The city is not large, particularly compared to many in South America, but is charming, colourful and so very friendly. It is certainly geared up for the tourists and although there are many it is not as overwhelmingly touristy as Iguazu was.
The city is situated along the shores of the Beagle Channel and surrounded by snow capped mountains with glaciers glistening in the sunshine and with the exception of the day I arrived - it was blowing a gale- the water has been so calm that the mountains and houses are reflected in the waters.
Many of the buildings are very old and have been preserved beautifully often very colourfully and generally the city is very clean. This week there have been workers everwhere planting out the spring flowers so it becomes more colourful by the day.

The Wet T-shirt look

Catherine and I , just a little damp around the edges and through to the now tan tinted underwear, but what a buzz it was.

An Adrenalin Rush in Iguazu

What a delight it was to have a friend to share my time in Iguazu, and what fun we had on our visit to the famous falls. Recent rains unfortunately have closed several of the spectacular sites - the famous Devil´s Throat, as the bridge and pathway had washed away and the river is too high for the ferry to cross over to La Isla de San Martin, but it does give one a good reason to return one day, and it meant there was an enormous amount of water flowing over the falls. Catherine and I still managed to fill the day and have an incredible adrenalin rush at the same time.
We travelled out to the National Park on the first bus, as the town is full of tourists and everything very busy and I am not into crowçds. As so much was closed, we decided to do the river adventure and didn´t regret it for one moment, what a buzz!. The trip begins with a guided drive through the rainforest in the open back of a large 4 wheel drive truck, a journey of about 1/2 hour, then it´s onto the boats and the fast flowing, and very full river. One suspects just how wet one might get when you see the driver and assistant head to toe in very sturdy wet weather gear. The passengers are supplied with a large waterproof bag in which to store cameras and anything they wish to keep dry, then it´s off up river , over the rapids to the falls. After a short stop in relatively calm water for a brief photo session the driver warns all to ¨protect the cameras¨ and then heads straight into the base of the falls. Very spectacular driving took us in and out of the lower area of several of the falls, with lots of sharp turns, just to add more water to the scene. Needless to say a lot of water flows over the occupants of the boats. The water is also very full of topsoil at present after the rains - so right down to the underwear everything turned a rather rusty brown. I felt really at home, it was just like my Central Australian washing. The driver obviously loved his job and took little convincing to take a few more runs into the deluge. Catherine and I were invited to stand in the back beside the driver, so our ride was fantastic. I had a throw away underwater camera, so we have some great shots to go with it.

Thank goodness we had been forwarned and had a change of clothes, so after a quick change on the river bank it was off to view the falls from above. A wonderful, and exhausting day.

Santiago and Beyond

The flight into Santiago was a long one after a sleepless night, and as with the last few times I have flown in, the view was almost non existent with smog and cloud obscuring the city and the mountains, although I have vivid memories of my first ever flight into Santiago, one of the most spectacular things I have seen. We flew in late afternoon just as the sun was setting, so one side of the plane basked in the magnificence of an enormous setting sun. The skies over Santiago were completely clear and the city and surrounding snow capped peaks were sparkling below. Over the peaks of the mountains, an enormous, very full moon had just risen, casting yet another light over the scene. The colours of setting sun reflected on the city and the snow covered mountains and the clear light of the moon sent fingers of night down as the sky darkened. It was so magnificent, that nobody on the aircraft could quite believe what they were seeing. I am sure we all wished to be suspended in that magnificent scene forever. Santiago looked magnificent.

Argentina Here I Come

A little information on the upcoming trip, which begins when I fly out of Melbourne for Sydney and an overnight there, before heading east the next morning to Buenos Aires via Santiago. An overnight in Buenos Aires then onto Iguazu the next day. But more of the itinerary as I travel.I am away for 2 1/2 months and will be studying Spanish in a number of places while I am there. I'll keep you up to date on that also.

At the moment I am in the process of trying to fit it all into the suitcase - I need the warm, warm gear for the Antartic and Ushuaia and the summer gear for Buenos Aires and the north of the country - and as many of you know I have problems with expanding luggage and whoever it is who insists on packing the rocks into my case every time I stop. At present it looks good but by Monday????

A Year Gone

My New Zealand "home away from home"



After more than a year of house sitting, yes a year, hard to believe, but it was election day last year that I arrived in Sydney to begin and a week ago on Sunday that I arrived back from Sydney. In that year I spent almost 7 1/2 months in Sydney, 2 months in Melbourne and a month in Nelson New Zealand - all house sitting and it seems to be becoming clear that that is the direction my life is taking. Not that I mind I have throughly enjoyed it, with only a few minor inconveniences - Tiger the cat bowled by a car the night before Lynne & Chris arrived home (at 16 he is still going strong), the large tree branch that came down across the backyard, the fence and the neighbouring drive two days before I was due to leave. The fun thing about that one was that it was a block of 7 units and all the cars were parked on the wrong side of the mess and at 7.00am no-one was impressed. And the minor inconvenience of the BMW in Nelson having a computer glitch that took out the central locking and the electric windows, but thank goodness the air con still functioned so we could breathe.

I had lots of visitors during my house sits, Brian,Lothar and Cas in Sydney, Lynne and Chris in Melbourne and my sister Pam in New Zealand and met lots of new friends and found Spanish classes all along the way.

My poor Gypsy wagon has been a little neglected during that time, other than brief journeys to Sydney and Bendigo, where it is now safely tucked up for the next couple of months with Cas. Thoughts are circulating and I am seriously considering letting her move on to her next adventure with a new owner. We have had a great time together, but I think it is time for both to move on. More on that one later.

A New Journey Begins

After the initial flurry of setting up this log and learning how to post and import the photos, I reached my usual state when I sit down to write - What is there to write, and is anyone interested anyway??? But as another adventure begins next Tuesday 8th November, it's time to get it down.

My Home

My home in Rainbow Valley in the Northern Territory and on the Canning Stock Route, just 2 of the spectacular places we have visited together.