Monday, June 11, 2012

I Say Al-ew-min-um, You Say Al-ew-min-ee-um: A Light Commentary on Cultural Differences I've Noticed So Far


Both being first-world, English speaking countries, you might not expect a lot of difference between the US and Australia… And over all you’d be right. A good bit of the music is the same, clothing styles don’t differ too much and even a lot of the food is very similar. Yet, with all of those similarities, I have encountered a cultural faux pas or two to remind me that I am indeed in a foreign country. Starting with…

Money
Australian money is actually very colorful and cleverly made of a plastic-like waterproof material. They also make each bill a slightly different size, making it easier to tell apart. But the denominations have already gotten the better of me. When paying for a coffee and a biscuit (or cookie, as we Yanks would call it) the other day, I paid with a $10 note for a bill that came to about $7 total. The gentleman handed me back some coins and I stood there about another 20 seconds or so, waiting for the rest of my change. Luckily, before I made a total idiot of myself, I remembered that they do not use one-dollar notes. Anything less than a $5 note is in change. On the plus side here, all prices listed already include General Sales Tax, so the price you see is the price you pay. And that goes for just about everywhere because…tips are also not expected! Bringing me to another significant cultural difference.

Dining Out
Not tipping wait-staff may seem like a great 15-20% advantage for the consumer, but I suspect that you get the service you pay for. Not that any wait-staff we’ve encountered have been out-rightly rude, but we have so far only been to one restaurant in Queensland with the standard “table service” to which we Americans are accustomed, in which a waiter comes to the table and takes your order and delivers everything to you. And that one experience was at the Hard Rock Café in Surfer’s Paradise on the Gold Coast…an American Restaurant.
Typical table service here is rare. Most places that we have been to, even many nicer establishments, involve you walking up to a counter to order your food and receiving a buzzer to alert you when to come back and pick it up.  Not a bad thing, but it certainly doesn’t appeal to the lazy American culture of drive-thru everything, including ATMs and dry cleaning service.
Also, a few other differences to note in the dining experience—the “entrée” here is actually the appetizer, not the main course. Drinks do not typically come with free refills. And most sizes seem a little smaller than their American equivalents.

As an example, at McDonalds a large coke is nowhere near an American large. At approximately 12-14oz in imperial size, the drinks we received would more rightly be called a… “Smedium?” as compared to the 32oz American large. And a medium order of fries was equivalent to our small or kiddie size.  At first, I’ll admit I felt a bit “gypped” especially since these smaller sizes cost about twice what they would in the US, but, on second thought… perhaps this “portion distortion” has a thing or two to do with our obesity epidemic?  Food for thought…

Cost of Living
After this trip, I may never complain about the cost of goods in America again. Please don’t hold me to that, as I am certain even as I type the statement that I am lying. But the prices of many things that I take for granted at home are nearly incomprehensible here.  Yesterday, when walking past an American candy stand in the mall, I noticed an 8-pack of Reece’s Cups. These are the same 8 packs of Reece’s cups that I typically buy to hand out at Halloween for about $1 a package on sale at Kroger. Here in Brisbane however, those peanut butter & chocolate delights were priced at $8.  EIGHT DOLLARS!!! And a 6 pack of Dr. Pepper was $15. FIFTEEN DOLLARS!!! I mean, who even needs to bootleg alcohol?? Next time I visit, I am bringing a suitcase full of candy and soda to pay for my trip…

Compare to a 12 pack in the US
for about $4.50...
Also a noteworthy difference, if you are accustomed to the convenience of central heating and air? Fuggedaboutit. While most of Queensland does tend to remain within a reasonable temperature range most of the time, the average house does not come with custom climate controls built in for when extreme weather does come along. This is an expensive luxury that is reserved only for the rich and maybe the occasional American ex-pat that can’t adjust to sticking their head in the freezer during a heat wave.

Driving
Now, still somewhat on the “cost of living” subject, let’s talk fuel prices… Driving around town here, you currently see signs advertising an average price for petrol (gas) at $1.40. Wow! Sounds great, right? Until you remember that this is Australia and everything is in metric. That $1.40 is per LITER not per gallon…. And that translates into about $6.44 per gallon of fuel. That’s only a tad under TWICE what a gallon of gas was going for when I left the US last week.

Now, if that alone doesn’t give you a heart attack, then just ride shotgun for the first time in an Australian’s car and wait for your driver to turn right at an intersection for the first time… There is just something about that first turn into the far left lane that briefly makes an American driver’s life flash before their eyes. I’m getting used to riding on the left lane, but if I forget where I am, even for a second, my brain immediately screams “Oh my God we’re GOING TO DIE” with every turn…

And since parking in the city costs an average of $47,656,387,475,728.05 per hour, today we will be heading off on our first excursion using Queensland’s public transit system! I’ll let you know how that goes later. Cheers!

Friday, June 8, 2012

When You Least Expect It

So it’s been about 10 months since I promised that follow-up on my LA trip. I feel terrible for the blogatory neglect, but as it sometimes does, time lapsed and I fell back into my non-Travelista rabbit hole of routine at work and home.  I’ve ended up neglecting both my blog and that burning desire for travel for far too long… But with good reason.  And I am so excited to announce that my travel-famine has come to an end.  I am certain for many reasons that this trip will be well worth the long wait! Pennies and paid-vacation-days have been saving up for a while, so as you might imagine, this is not my typical weekend-road-trip! But before I can get into the details of this trip, how about I deliver on that promised LA follow-up?

When You Least Expect It
Though there is an exception to every rule, most solo travelers out there have something in common.  Most solo travelers are…well…
Single.  
You know “single” right? Those people you see sweating it out at the gym on Valentine’s night? The odd creatures that push a shopping cart full of individually frozen meals at the grocery store, because everything fresh is sold in “Family Size” quantity?
Well, when I went on that trip to SoCal last July, I fit the stereotype of the solo traveler. And I was content there. Though I had no aversion to relationships, I went to LA to relax and learn to enjoy my own company, not to meet someone.
But if you are single, some well-meaning married acquaintance at some point, has likely said something along these lines to you: “As soon as you’re not looking for it, that’s when love will show up right in front of you! When you least expect it!”
Am I right?
And as much as I have always enjoyed secretly rolling my eyes at such clichés, it turns out…they were right. At least in my case.
And after having had my share of forlorn nights on the couch, watching When Harry Met Sally with the dog, I finally came to a place in life where I honestly had no problem with my singleness. I discovered that my unattached state was an opportunity rather than purgatory, and I embraced my independence. I started packing my bags, and getting on the road whenever I could manage, and before long, it was my "attached" friends who were expressing envy to me. Who would have guessed it, but apparently a couple of kids, a spouse and a career don’t leave much room for travel in most people’s lives...
If you read my last post, you may recall the infamous Pub Crawl. As part of my newly-appreciated independence I had decided to step outside of my comfort zone and take some chances. Unbeknownst to me at the time, that impulsive decision to go on the Pub Crawl in Santa Monica with a few dozen strangers may yet turn out to be one of the most significant decisions I have ever made. Because on that pub crawl, while standing in line for the restroom, totally not expecting it… I met someone.
Now, being under the influence of 2 beers and a complimentary cotton-candy flavored shot of some kind, I was feeling very social and friendly. So when I first struck up a conversation with a guy in line for the bathrooms, I hadn’t yet notice his sweet smile. No. Of all things, I first noticed... a University of Georgia T-shirt.  As a southern girl in California, I felt an obligation under the rules of southern hospitality (as well as under the obligation of 2 beers and a cotton candy flavored shot!) to introduce myself as a fellow member of the South Eastern Conference…  (Go UK Wildcats!) But when he opened his mouth and responded, his accent was not the familiar southern drawl I anticipated. No… he was clearly much more “southern” than I ever would have guessed.
A photo from that first week in LA
He introduced himself as Ash from Queensland, Australia and explained that he’d been visiting some friends in Atlanta. And that was that. Some highly intoxicated girl (no doubt she'd had more than a few of those cotton candy shots) stumbled out of the ladies restroom leaving it unoccupied, and we parted ways. If he hadn’t found me later that night at one of the other pubs and insisted on getting my info, that would have been the end of the story... But he did!







The next morning he asked me on our first date to opening midnight showing of the final Harry Potter movie. (Which I ended up sleeping through most of because of some residual jet lag and having not yet adjusted to Pacific time, but that's a whole story on it's own...) Having no other plans and still living in the spirit of taking chances, I said yes! That spontaneity is one of the best parts of solo travel. Since there is rarely a set itinerary you can go with the flow. 

Out in Chermside, wearing the very shirt
that started it all!
After spending the week getting to know each other, we kept in touch through text messages, Facebook and Skype every day since and often two or three times a day. He came back to the US over the winter to visit me and we traveled through Texas, Georgia, Tennessee and Kentucky together and now, here I am on my very first trip outside of North America!

I arrived in Queensland yesterday morning along with my big brother after a 5 hour flight from Cincinnati to LA, a 6 hour layover, and another 15 hours from LA to Brisbane. 

I slept through a good portion of my first 24 hours here, but I should have quite a bit more interesting info to share now that I have pushed past the jet lag! I promise, I won't leave you hanging for 10 months this time!