Totems and Charms- The Blog Wrap-up

We have been back in Fort Bragg for over a month now, and I have been procrastinating on creating my final blog-post, undoubtedly wishing to wake up in Melbourne to continue our adventures ad infinitum. No such luck.

The re-entry after 14 months away has been rougher than anticipated, mostly in subtle, hard to describe ways. It is like awakening after a deep sleep and finding most things quite familiar, yet odd, with a haunting feeling you have been the victim of an overnight alien abduction and Martian colonoscopy. It looks the same, but really isn’t. Utensils are misplaced. Where is that crock pot anyway? Why is our Kemgas bill $500/month? There are lots of things to sort out. Also, it may be as difficult preparing to leave for a long trip, but it is a lot more fun to start an adventure than end it. As you attend to hundreds of minute details, you have the pleasure of excited anticipation. When you get home, sorting through the bills and calling the phone and cable company is just drudgery.

But enough of my petty, self-indulgent whining.
It was great to see our daughter Sofia and granddaughter Kimarra and family in Arizona and celebrate her 21^st birthday! Everyone there is doing great. And seeing my mother and sibs was long overdue. In Fort Bragg, we were warmly welcomed by our friends and Saturday, our cat. Working back at the hospital is strangely unstrange.

But this is not my regular life blog, but my sabbatical blog, and I wanted to end with a proper coda.

For Christmas, Fayne's sister Mary Bess and family gave her a Pandora charm bracelet with three starter charms. It then became part of our quest to collect tokens along the way that represented our travels. I thought it would be fitting to share them in the final blog, with a few comments. First, a few rare and pithy notes from the Fayne, then my amplification. (She plays the part of Teller (the quiet one) to my Penn (the unquiet one).

 Fayne:  Present…Xmas…Mary

 F: Suitcase …travel…Mary

  F: Murano bead…Mary…previous travel

 John: The first three "kick-started" the whole project, all very apt and a good way to begin.

 

 F: Hearts…Valentines Day…John

 

 F: Christchurch Earthquake…John

 

 F:  Kiwi…john

 

 F: Pisces…birthday…John

 J: February is a big month, what with Groundhog Day, Waitangi Day, Valentine's Day, and Fayne's birthday. She was not shy about what she wanted: more charms, some with specific NZ connections. Yes, ma'am! The cracked house was a special one made to commemorate and raise money for the earthquake and recovery. This was done after the first one, in September, 2010, but before the second deadly one at the end of February (foreshadowing?).

 

 F:  NZ fern…Kensington…blessing

 

 F:   Koru…Kensington…blessing 
J: More kiwiana, but with special significance. The last two months in Timaru, Fayne worked in the psychiatric facility, Kensington, only a few hundred feet from our house. Although she did not work long, she was much needed, worked hard, and was much appreciated. At a going away party, they surprised her with two charms symbolizing her time in New Zealand, the ubiquitous fern leaf and the spiral koru, of great symbolic significance in Maori culture. The gifts were all the more touching because they were all blessed with a Maori chant from a local elder.

 

 F: New Caledonia…coral

J: A reminder of the beautiful coral motus and lagoons surrounding the island.

 

 F: Crystal…Princess cruise

J: Representing the glitz of the the Sun Princess.

 F: Giant Clam…Great Barrier Reef

J: A great day snorkeling on a cruise excursion. 

 

 F: fish...Bali....pedicure

J: Well, those feet-nibbling little fishies were memorable.

 

  F: Kangaroo…wallaby…quokkas…Rottsnest Island

J:Cannot go to Oz and not pick up one of these.

 

  F:  Lion…Singapore

J:A gift to Fayne for a long, hot, frustrating day in Changi Airport.

 F: Naga…Cambodia

J:Serpents, serpents everywhere in the temples and statues.

 F:  Jade..Guilin, China

J: So many traditional Chinese items from which to choose, but how can you go to China and not buy some jade?. 

 F:  Buddha…Hong Kong…34 meters high and 250 tons…tallest seated outdoor bronze Buddha on the planet

J: The Buddha was one of the Asian icons we encountered most frequently. 

 F:Yin/Yang…present from John as a symbol of our entire trip (Hong Kong)

J: I thought this was very simple but elegant. So much of Chinese culture and philosophy is based on these ancient principles of balance between opposite natures.

 F: Adelaide Charm Shop...boomerang

J: We wanted an object to reflect our visit to Aboriginal Australia, and found this near the end of the trip.

 F: Tasmania, Salamanca Market: found my totem, a mouse, in an 80 c bin

J: A last minute find at the colorful Saturday market to fill a final spot on the chain. A bit of on inside joke. Fayne was born in The Year of the Rat, and little rodents seemed to follow us around, one keeping us awake all night while visiting Ayers Rock.

So after 15 months and this the 58th blog post, it comes to an end. It was a tremendous and exciting time, and I was so blessed to have the opportunity to do this and share it in words and pictures. I am deeply appreciative of my loyal blog readers and have been overwhelmed by the positive feedback I have received. Thank you so much. I hope most of you have the chance to have similar adventures in your future, and maybe you too will share them on-line.

A personal PS- I have learned that some of my most faithful followers live a very rich cyber-life despite serious physical challenges. One of those ardent Fort Bragg fans has passed on since my return. S. C., you will be missed.  jtw

Melbourne, Finally

We may have saved the best for last in visiting the capital of Victoria, but with only one day instead of three due to volcano-related delays, we may never know. Rising to the challenge, we were determined to make the best of our brief stay.

Flinders Street train station

We arrived early from Tasmania on the overnight ferry, and our hotel was ideally situated across from the historic Flinders Street Station, and very near Federation Square, described by Lonely Planet as “a riotous explosion of steel, glass, and abstract geometry”.

 

It also is home to the main Visitors Center, and we were very lucky to get a free orientation tour from a volunteer city Ambassador. Our guide was a lively, well-informed, enthusiastic, and fit pensioner, Clive.

Clive

We were led on a brisk 3-hour introduction to the city, beginning with the crucial Mighty Yarra River.

 

We covered early colonial history through the gold rush boom days and riches of the 1850’2 and 60’s. By the end of the century, Melbourne was sophisticated and the center of commerce on the continent. Lovely buildings went up, like this Venetian Gothic Rialto, originally offices and a warehouse next to the Wool Exchange.

 

In the 20^th Century, Chicago-style skyscrapers went up, like this one inspired by the Chicago Tribune Building.

Manchester Unity Building

Art Deco was also embraced, as in this building that housed the editorial offices of ”The Age” newspaper. I especially liked the mosaic mural.

 

South of the river is the Arts Precinct (below).

 

Most recently, the city has embraced street art, designating several colorful alleyways for this purpose. Clive posed in front of one above.The artist Banksy even had a few pieces. Last year one was accidentally painted over by city workers.

 

Melbourne has a good job preserving at least the facades of these beauties from an earlier time. We learned other important historical facts. Did you know Melbourne stonemasons in the 1856 were among the first to get the 8-hour work day, or that the brief Eureka Rebellion by gold miners against the crown in 1854 was suppressed but eventually led to significant improvement in conditions?

Like most major Australian cities, there is free transportation around the CBD. Melbourne has both a tram and a bus, following different routes, so after the whirlwind walking tour we rode around the city twice. Later I took more of a walk, getting a closer view of neo-gothic St.Patrick’s Catholic Cathedral.

 

There is a Chinatown and a small Greek quarter one street over. This city has the third largest Greek-speaking population in the world, and is a sister city to Thessaloniki where I still have relatives.

 

Several gardens are scattered around the CBD. Nearby Fitzroy Gardens has a miniature Tudor village.

It also has what is probably the oldest building in the country, the 1755 English cottage where Captain Cook’s parents lived and he may have also resided. It was brought from Yorkshire and reassembled here in 1934.

Cooks' Cottage

We had time for one last memorable meal. I chose Maha, a modern Mediterranean/Middle Eastern-influenced popular spot near the hotel. It was too pretentious by half, but the food was worth it, delicately and uniquely flavored and presented, beautiful to look at and to eat.

We saw and did a lot in a very short time, but it was time to pack up and get ready for the long flight home in the morning, the volcano gods willing.

Two Titantic Tasmanian Surprises

Everyone who has been to Tasmania agrees it is a delightful place. It is significantly different than the other Aussie states: more southern and rugged, with similarities to New Zealand especially the South Island. It was the second state colonized after New South Wales, and has a dark history of brutal penal colonies and near-extermination of native aborigines. Its reputation was so tainted that in 1856 they decided after 214 years to change the name from Van Diemen’s Land to Tasmania for PR purposes. Despite this, present-day Tassie is a beautiful place with friendly people.

It is winter here, and a strong Antarctic storm the day before we arrived brought snow and ice, so it was nippy. Hobart is the capital on a deep natural harbor with a brisk and clean atmosphere.

Sullivans Cove, Hobart

Rarely when traveling am I truly caught unaware. Things may be new, unusual, not as predicted, but not often is something completely unexpected. In Tasmania, this happened twice, one delightful, the second not so much. I’ll discuss #1 now: more on #2 later.
On arrival at our hotel, we were told there is a new museum upstream from Hobart, and that we HAD to visit. It is called the Museum of New and Old Art (MONA). It opened in January 2011 and is the pet project of eccentric, mysterious, and fabulously wealthy David Walsh There are several ways to get to the museum, but the most fun is a 30 minute cruise up the Derwent River, out of the harbor past the bridges

Cenotaph and Mt. Wellington, Hobart

 and one of the world’s largest zinc refineries.

The museum site also has a 5 star hotel, fancy restaurant, winery, and brewery, but admission is free. You are brought in boluses of 20-30 people and are issued an i-Touch but no other instructions or labels. This added to a sense of mystery and discovery, with a heavily controlled feeling. (It's Mr. Walsh's house: you play by his rules.) You can access a variety of information about the artworks you are near. The collection represents a uniquely personal vision of its benefactor. There are ultra-modern works, videos, installations, conceptual art, other things even harder to describe, mixed with some ancient objects.

Meso-American Pottery

Although he denies it, Mr. Walsh’s interests seem to run heavily to sex and death, presented with a wicked sense of humor. Appropriately, an i-Touch guide entry from the host quotes Woody Allen. The most startling project is called Cloaca Professional, a labor of love by Belgian Wim Delvoye, who has constructed a series of tubes and flasks filled with bacteria, fed twice a day, which mimics the function of the human gastrointestinal tract.

And if you are there at 2 PM, you can see the product of this machine expelled.

It is mechanical feces, but is it art?

The building itself is a wonder, on four or five levels, apparently dug into the sandstone. One station featured water programmed to spell out apparently random but charged words, like “killer”.

Julius Popp's bit.fall (2006-7)

It was very cool, but very hard to catch with my camera.

A giant human head had porthole and a kind of lightshow inside.

Gregory Barsamian's Artifact

On display also were lots of experimental films and a comically puffed-up Fat Car Porsche.

 

I can only hint at how “mind-blowing” the afternoon was, one of the most fascinating museums I have ever visited. It is free to visit, so I don’t know how sustainable it will be, but I would say if you are down in southern Australia, it is worth a trip to Tasmania just to visit this place.

There are more traditional tourist attractions, like the Saturday Salamanca Market, held amidst 19^th century warehouses.

The mood is festive, with loads of local produce and handicrafts, and the food alluring, like these tiny pancakes.

Cole's Bay

The Hazards

Great Oyster Bay

We were to spend four nights in Tasmania, so we rented a car to get out into the countryside. One of the most photographed beaches in the country is at Wineglass Bay in Freycinet National Park, which is a 2 ½ hour drive from Hobart. The drive up featured several seaside vistas points and views of the rocky hills called the Hazards.

You have to walk up to a saddle to see Wineglass Bay, and even though the weather wasn’t the best, it was worth it.

Wineglass Bay

On Sunday we drove to the Southeastern corner of the island, to Port Arthur, former home of a notoriously prison. Like the former penal colony in New Caledonia we visited on the Ile des Pins, the Tasman peninsula is cruelly beautiful. It is connected to the rest of the island by the very slender isthmus called Eaglehawk Neck.

The old prison grounds are mostly in ruins, but stately and quiet now.

 Admission includes a short cruise on the bay to see the first British Boys Prison, as well as the cemetery at the Isle of the Dead.

We learned on our visit of a much more recent bloody massacre. On a Sunday in 1996 an obviously deranged 28 yo Aussie from Hobart came load with plenty of guns and ammo, and in a very short time mowed down 35 innocents. His motives are unclear, but in part he seemed to have need inspired by an infamous Scottish Dunblane schoolyard slaughter six weeks before.

Memorial place and pool at a site of the massacre

During our guided tour, Big Tassie Surprise #2 was revealed. Our guide casually noted “if you are planning to fly to Melbourne, all flights have been cancelled due to the volcano in Chile”. This was the first clue we had that we might not be catching our 6:05 am flight the next day. I had heard of the volcano the previous week but had no idea there would be a problem. The skies appeared clear and blue. It was hard to believe, but true that all Qantas flights out of Tasmania would be cancelled for the next four days do to safety concerns from high-altitude volcanic ash. We would have to scramble to change plans in order to get to Melbourne in time for our Thursday June 16 flight back to the USA. The only travel alternative was to catch the ferry from Devonport on the opposite (i.e.: north) side of the island, and even that was booked up until Tuesday night. There was some symmetry in this volcanic inconvenience. At the beginning of our sabbatical our flight to French Polynesia was delayed by the April 2010 Icelandic volcano.

As they repeat endlessly throughout Australasia, “no worries”. We extended the use of the rental car and arranged drop-off in the north. The result was two days to explore the Midlands, Tasmania’s central fertile pastoral lands. 18^th century settlers cleared the forest and established farms and Georgian villages. They are cherished by the residents, and new wineries and B&Bs are sprouting up. Oatlands is proud of its restored 1937 Callington Mill, which grinds organic flour.

Ross is up the road a piece, known for the third oldest bridge in Australia, built in 1836 with convict labor and featuring fine stone carvings.

 

Several other well-preserved sandstone Georgian churches and mansions add to the local charm.

Ross also was the site of a colonial woman’s prison, Ross Female factory.

The road led to Tasmania’s second city, Launceston, which sits at the head of the Tamar Valley where two rivers meet. We walked up the icy South Esk River through Cataract Gorge, a rare white water river near the center of a city.

It was worth the drive up the Tamar River to visit Platypus House. This was our last chance to see real live platypuses (also acceptable plural platypodi) while in their homeland. We were delighted to finally get up close and personal with these montremes

as well as their cousins the echidnas. Edwina was particularly playful.

Edwina the Echidna

I even found this video of Edwina in action.
We got to Devonport in plenty of time to catch the Spirit of Tasmania ferry for the overnight sailing to Melbourne.

We would be disappointed to have only one day there instead of three, but circumstances gave us two additional days in fascinating Tasmania.