Family of Animals living in my room

Farm animals are funny. Tropical farm animals are even funnier. Frank, the Gheko is currently living in my room on the ceiling. I am not really fussed about it because:

1) I am bigger than Frank.
2) Frank is afraid of me, so he won't come near me, or attack me in my sleep.
3) He likes to eat the other bugs in my room, including Mosquitos.
4) He can't get past my mozzie net.
5) He's cute and has cool hands and feet and very large eyes
6) He's quiet.


This morning I woke up with Frank on the ceiling (as always), but then max said the words 'Jess, don't freak out'.....not something I really want to hear first thing in the morning, especially living in the Bush.....

Turns out Frank had a friend join him in our room last night.....a green frog....hopping for dear life. Max got a broom and tried to get the damn frog out of the room but he wasn't a very smart frog and hopped around the room, tried to climb the wall (and failed, watching him slowly slide down the wall was kind of pathetic). Maybe the frog was actually the smart one because he managed to get two grown humans to chase it around a room, and was still alive to tell the tale.

My room is slowly being infiltrated my animals...and I don't like this at all.....

The sound of 4000 cows

This morning I woke up to a cacophony of cow calls. well, actually cow MOOOOOs.

the funny thing is that leaving my house to make a 5 am breaky, a feat that could only be achieved by getting up at precisely 4 :16 am, meant that I couldn't actually SEE the 4000 cows in the yards in front of me because it was still dark....but I could sure hear them!

For me, a city girl, my face to face interaction with cows never surpassed one, maybe two at a time, and only country road drive by's (where you wouldn't hear'em any way), this means that I never actually realized just how loud their moos really are. or at least the collective volume of 4000, 300kg pieces of meat are....the on the theme of animal noises, the toads don't make a sound, they just hobble around, afraid of all humans....the frogs could deafen a small child with their deep burping-sound calls. The ghekops are just cute. We had a whole mama, papa and baby gheko family living in our bathroom a couple of night ago! oh, and the chickens are just funny. they run around in pairs squawking at one another, looking like they are playing tag (or better yet, because of the arc of their necks, it looks more like one is peppy la pew trying to give the other one a big kiss, while the other one extends their neck so far the mr. la pew cannot get his kiss...).

Back to the cows. Normally there are not 4000 cows in my front yard. Normally (well according to the baseline normalcy from the 2 weeks I've been here), only the baby calf's (called Potty's or Potties), and the cows who need a little extra TLC live in the paddocks and yards in front of me. But because our station has a too many cows at the moment, they've decided to muster a few thousand to sell before the rain comes. We are technically in the rain season now, but it (the rain) hasn't started yet. The spent the first day mustering using two helicopters and 6 cowboys on motorbikes, yesterday they went old school and used horses. I walked by the lot of them as they were leaving after breakfast. It was such a sight to see six wide-brimmed hatted cowboys ride off into the sunrise on their horses.......if I'd had my camera with me I would have taken a picture, it was THAT cool.

On the menu yesterday was meatballs and pasta. Of course, as there were 12 of them, I made enough to feed 500 and am now drowning in left overs......I also made a swirly white and chocolate cake which was divine. Most of the cowboys seem to live savory things though (which is a problem because I don't, and don't know how to bake 'savory' things). But, experimentation is the key to success, right? Move it along is a mantra here so for smoko I made sausage rolls with left overs from breaky and puff pastry (the only thing that comes ready made here). I also made muffins (which were not savory so were not gobbled up).

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

Sooooo... as most know, I am currently in the middle of the Australian Outback, about 900 km away from any sort of town bigger than 10 000. (the closest town is 360km away and it has a population of 9000).

I have been writing about my epic 4000km adventure to my currently outback abode, but slow internet and lack of technical expertise means that it's taking longer to get the posts here. on this blog.

BUT rest assured, the adventure from Sydney to Camfield will be told!

Anyway, so Christmas in the Outback. right. First of all, it didn't really feel like Christmas because it was 37 degrees. Secondly, 'Christmas' morning everyone gathered in the outside covered veranda and drank ice cold juice, sparkling wine and beer (yes, beer) for breaky. Third, everyone was wearing shorts and t-shirts, and were too hot for a hot meal. Fourth, because we are no where near commercial anything, there were limited decorations, carols and well the typical commercialized holiday cheer that I soak up every December.

But, there was still a little christmas magic here, Santa arrived with prezzies for everyone (I got some nice european soap (which my poor cooky hands appreciate very much), a bright pink tooth brush (with a timer!), and a present addressed to 'cooky' containing yummy Christmas delights. A pretty low key Christmas, but nice just the same! Boxing day was a sleep and movie day, followed by a driving lesson. then more napping, making up for the 10 day work weeks ahead.

Boxing day night 7 visitors arrived, meaning 7 extra mouths to feed. They're here mustering cattle to be sold in the next few weeks. This morning I saw them ride off into the sunrise on horses. It was pretty picturesque for a city girl tickled pink to be living it up on a 6-week cooking stint.

Hope everyone enjoyed Christmas wherever they are!


Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

Jess (m.A).

Arabian Days and Nights

The last night that we spent in the UAE we decided to take a desert safari. Dune bashing at 50km/h with a driver named Rashid, One Canadian, One German and Two Danes was priceless.......especially since we were in a Hummer H2 (driving through Dubai in the hummer was actually more comical as the car took up two lanes!).

The famous peach coloured Arabian desert sands are located west of the Hat

ta mountain range, a large range of mountains to the south east of the UAE and it shared with parts of Oman (I say parts because the country of Oman is in three parts (look at a map to see)).

At any rate, Rashid came to pick us up at 3 pm, and we headed towards the mountains. We drove for about 20minutes on the desert highway before we finally slowed towards the meeting spot for all the other desert tour running that day. You see, while there are only four people in a car, plus the driver, several other cars take other tourists and we all meet at a bedoin camp for dinner and a show.

After emptying some of the air from the tires, and snapping some photos we got our first taste of dune bashing.....it was like a rollercoaster ride only with limited seat belts. While driving I found the accident log, the last entry said something like ‘accident, wheel balancing’. There were no other entries after that. As I was in the car already on the dunes, I thought it best to suppress the anxiousness that came over me and enjoy the ride.......so that is what I did.....of course, I would find the stupid accident log.....lol...

After driving up and over several sand dunes, bashing into the sand, watching Rashid the driver man the wheel we stopped on the top of a larger dune and brought out a snow board. That’s right we went sand boarding!!!! This was actually the only thing that I wanted to do, and why we ended up in the VIP Hummer Tour and not on the land cruiser tour. Rashid let the first two Danes go, and as they were going, I was carefully watching what the heck they were doing. The board was an old snowboard complete with the sockets for your feet, but we were all instructed to put the our bare feet beside the sockets. The first guy went, and wiped out near the bottom. Ditto for the second. Then I was up....I was slightly nervous.....got on the board, and looked at Rashid for confirmation that I had the position right...he looked at me then mentioned what I understood as ‘go, lean forward, look like a beach boy surfing’. From the pictures, you can see that I exactly what I did. I was surfing the UAE and it was fantastic.... for the 50 meters that I managed to stay on the board for..... When we booked the tour, max warned me that although sand boarding is fun, the hard part actually comes when you have to get back to the top of the sand dune. ..... in 40 degree direct sunlight, up an incline of 60 degrees, without friction is fun....carrying a sand/snow board is fun....er...the most intense workout on the planet. Really, this stage of the boarding is what decides how many runs one wishes to do....I ended up doing three....before another van showed up.

My last one was monumental though. Really. By this point I had the technique down to my version of a desert science. I got on the board, shifted my weight from the front tothe back, and a gliding i went.....then I hit a bump right at the bottom of the dune.....and flew into the sand. Head first. My mouth was apparently open too, which meant I not only got a face full of sand, but also a mouth full of sand. You can see on the picture of me at the top of the ‘sand run’ all the sand that was stuck to me (and my teeth!). The wipe out also commemorated a glorious rippage of my pants..apparently taking a face plant also calls for serious strain on the bums of not so travel friendly plants......the rip was right down the middle.....and I didn’t actually realise that they were ripped until we reached the camp (20 minutes later), had walked around a bit then realised that slight breeze on my rear end was a little too breesy.....I got max to take a picture so I could inspect the extent of the rippage...and it literally went from the top of my pants (where the belt loops are), to the middle of my thigh.... my pink and purple underwear was not exactly discreet.... luckily i had a second long sleeved shirt with me....for the cold 27 degree Arabian desert nights (to be fair, this is at least a 10 degree drop from the day time heat). I quickly wrapped it around my waste and the ripe was half covered.....it was THAT big.....

When we finally arrived at the Bedouin camp, outfitted with flushing toilets for us tourists, we were greeted with traditional Arabic coffee, dates and sweets. The coffee is very ‘thin’ but they add cardamom it, so while it looks like brown water, the taste is out of this world. The dates came from one of the several date farms in the UAE. Dates are grown in the Oasis’s, in palm trees. These were just roasted, without any additional sugars....yum....finally the sweets are deep fried dumplings that look and taste like a fluffy timbit, but they had a dark sweet viscous honey drizzled on them. It looked and tasted like a mix of honey and molasses...and those fresh out of the fryer were divine!

After our welcome coffee and treats we went for a came ride. I grew very fond of camels on our ride to Oman,when I met that camel on the highway (driving at 140 km/h). Camels are pretty cool. They are the perfect desert animal because they can actually smell water up to 20 kms away, only need water once every two or three weeks in the summer, and two months in the winter AND are very comfortable to ride. BUT they make the funniest grunting sounds....

To use the words of my sister....I was accosted by a camel.... and was the last one to ride this particular camel because he was getting too loud. Haha.

The night ended with a wonderful “traditional” Bedouin dinner (which had a slight lenabese flare to it), and a show by a ‘traditional’ Bedouin dancer (who was actually Russian....we shared our hummer with her on the way back to the hotel)......

The next morning we got up, said goodbye to Dubai and headed to the airport.....

The next morning we got up, said goodbye to Dubai and headed to the airport.....

Dubai Souq's.....get your bartering on my beautiful lady

After venturing to the Jumeriah Mosque and the Ocean seaside, we headed towards Diera, home to the 14 kilometer long Dubai Creek, and the hustle and bustle of old Dubai (the part of the city that hasn’t fallen victim to the building boom and hyper luxury). Dubai creek is a creek about twi

ce the width of the Rideau canal and runs through the north a

nd south side of Dubai. The north side is called Diera and the south side is called Bur Dubai. The creek itself is filled with lots of different types of boats from multimillion dollar yachts to Iranian, Indian and Omani traders boats called Dhows, and tiny open sided ‘boat tax

is’ called Abras (see the photo?). The best way to get across the creek is to take the 1 durum ride on an Abras, which carry as many a

s 40 000 passengers everyday! The boats themselves

are wooden motor powered and can carry about 20 people on each trip. It was pretty

cool riding them as they look and drive like normal boats, only they don’t have any sides. It was pretty interesting to watch the driver navigate the thing with all the people on it....but besides the rather large run in with the docking station, it was a pretty smooth ride.

Crossing from Bur Dubai over to Diera led us to the traditional

Dubai Souqs. A souq is a merchant market selling everything from electronics, to clothes, to spices, food, and gold. The Diera souqs

are organised by type of goods. There is a spice souq, a gold souq, a perfume souq and a covered souq (which sells clothes, primarily imported from India). We started at the spice souq, which was pretty small but fantastic! I have never seen such a large volume to spices in my life. There were dozens of coffee bag sized bags of Iranian Limes, Saffron, dried roses, cumin, red, white and black pepper, menthol crystals, cloves, cardamom, cinnamon, frankincense and myrrh (which one guy kept repeating ‘like the three wise men’). The gold was in the other souq.

It is imposs

ible to walk through any of the souqs without being bombarded by all shops

owners asking if I wanted to buy something, while I was taking some pictures max started talking to one of the shop keepers...when I showed up I realised they were talking in German, really because it’s pretty hard to travel anywhere without running into some who speaks German---especially if you are traveling with one with a radar. Then we switched t

o English and gave us some samples of camel chocolates and chocolate covered dates, and smells of vanilla pods, Iranian saffron, and menthol. We found out that he was a spice trader from an Iranian father and a Turkish Mother who has spent time in Germany and can also speak English......well sort off.

...at one point he asked max ‘where he found this cheese’. Both max and I looked incredibly confused because there was no cheese in sight.....we looked at him again...when he repeated the word ‘cheese’, it sounded more like ‘she’. So he was asking ‘how did you find she’.....we inferred that what he meant was how did you guys meet......lol..

.it was pretty funny... in total, the man spent about 20 minutes showing us around his tiny shop(which was probably the size for a garage of a golf cart), we didn’t buy any spices as well, we aren’t headed home just yet....BUT, he gave us his card, and I will for sure head back there on the way back......

The gold souq was slightly overwhelming as by this point I was getting annoyed at the constant badgering for me to ‘come and buy beautiful things’....

gone are the days of being completely ignored while shopping in Hungary..... I did stop in one shop to look at a sea pearl....it was a beauty....a greeny-grey coloured pearl on a bed of diamonds.....for the price of 1800 Durums it would have been mine (sans bartering)....but....it left it in the safe hands of the shop keeper as I did not have the money, nor the necessity for a sea pearl necklace....it

was still nice though....very nice....

At the end of the Gold Souq there was a couple of cloths shops, which we stopped at to look at. Again, it was actually pretty hard just to ‘browse’ around or touch anything without a pestering shop keeper coming up to you and pushing goods on you....it was 33 degrees outside and I was hot...so when we walked by a shop selling long skirts we stopped I found two different skirts that I liked.....and the shop keeper said they cost 310 dirhams.....which is about 85 bucks....they were nice skirts but not that nice... This was my first experience in bartering and it was quite interesting.... back and forth and back and forth..... a lot of ‘but my friends this is high quality’ from the merchant and a ‘but that is way too much for me, and it’s not worth that price you can buy it somewhere else cheaper’ we ended up getting the price down to 180 dirhams.....which is about 50 bucks....still a little high but taking the advice of a friend....I paid what I thought it was worth to me. On a complete side note, one of the skirts was so long that I wore it the next day as a dress! Success!!!

We stopped for a Turkish Coffee and a melon

Sheeshaa on the creek, then called it a day!

(the picture below is an Iranian spice trader's boat)

I came to the land down under....

Silence.

I guess this is the best way to describe this month's action on the blog-o-sphere. But I'm back (on the blog, not home), and have tons and tons of stories to tell.......A good old room-mate once told me that she couldn't post her facebook photos out of chronological order, and once she told me that, I too developed the compulsion for order of the chronological sort, and so (with t

he exception of this post), I will recou

nt my adventures from the beginning.....or at least from where I left off...

But first.

Australia. Yup, I arrived here about a week ago, drank an ice coffee, said hello to the people I'm staying with and collapsed. literally slept for days. Now, almost a week of venturing not further than a 10 kms from the small Sydney burb, I feel rejuvenated and ready to roll!

First impressions of Australia are as follows:

great. nice. warm

(although they are still in winter). friendly.

at least that was the first day. and today. the rest of the days it has been raining. I guess there is something comforting about exploring a new place whilst in the rain. actually, the rain may have been one reason why my exploring has been limited to a 10km range.

But today we got out and about----to a animal refuge called Koala Park in West Pennant Hills, NSW (New South Wales). The park itself started in the 1920s to help safe the Koala from extinction. During that time Koala's were being killed for their furs and this park and safe haven was created for Koala's to live....the park eventually expanded to care for all of aussie-land creatures.... In addition to Koala's, there were Kangaroos, Wallabies, Penguins, aussie birds, dingos, flying squirrels, pretty much everything aussie. The Koala's were the cutest things ever!

All the hens, roosters, peacocks could not be caged...and at one point we spent 5

minutes watching a peacock chase, but never catch, a turkey. They were running in and out of cages, squawking (the peacock,not the turkey). it was hilarious. I couldn't decided if the turkey was outsmarting the peacock as the peacock always seemed to miss the turkey, but the peacock seemed super iritated by the turkey...kind of like the peacock was the older sister (or brother) chasing the younger smaller turkey.... i was cheering for the turkey (wonder why?) ......

Tomorrow we are headed to a surf festival on Manly beach. should be fun (and I'll take loads of pictures). I must also say that besides today, my brain seems to always forget to grab the camera when we leave the house. Maybe it's my subconscious reminding me that i have 1900 photos that i have yet to go through.........

But before I begin the adventures in Aussie-land......back to the Middle East....

A special birthday post

For all the folks reading my travelling/living/ranting/talking to myself blog, I have been out of internet for a couple of days now....have no worries, I have kept writing, and will post shortly!!!

Before I do, however, I would like to send my finest birthday wishes to a friend in Ottawa. HAPPY BIRTHDAY my dear!!! Have a splendid day

and sorry I couldn’t be there to give you a birthday hug and birthday cake (with the use of your eggs and milk of course!).

I got you some Doritos, nacho cheese UAE style. I checked, they were made in Saudi Arabia J

See?

I did get you a cake for your birthday (as I have every year since I met you); it’s just here in Dubai. It’s even Canadian. A McCain Deep and Delicious made in Canada!

See? no sprinkles, sorry but you can imagine...right?

Happy Birthday to you Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday dear Catherine, Happy Birthday to you!!!!!