Chad Is Everywhere

South Africa.... it's time.

So when you live on the east coast and someone says "we should go east". Where do you go? To Byron Bay of course. Steve and I headed to Byron Bay just for the day, with couchsurfer in tow. Just because we had both never really been to Byron. Or well I had been there overnight briefly but had never seen the beach. And when at Byron you get a photo outside of the sign of "Australia's Most Eastern point". But there is controversy. This point when standing at the viewing area doesn't seem to be the most east position. There is a little bit of a point down the cliffs about 100 metres away which seems more easterly. I put it down to the marketing department didn't want to have people climbing down a steep walkway.

To be able to call oneself a Queenslander has its advantages. And they're not all obvious. Take for example the "My Fun" card. The purchase of this card is restricted to residents of Queensland. It gives us unlimited entry to Seaworld, Movieworld, and Wet'n'Wild for about 9 months. That is our compensation for having people from the south come over the border at will.

Rank the following items in order of their cost from most expensive to cheapest 1. A train ride from Sydney Airport to the City. About 15kms I think it is. 2. A 5km Cab ride from Brisbane City to Coorparoo where I live, and 3. A flight from Gold Coast Airport to Sydney on Jetstar. If you answered 2 then 1 and then 3 you'd be correct. A Cab ride home cost me $18 usually. ($20 bucks if you're talking graveyard hours). The flight to Sydney was $11 after paying the $2 or so credit card booking fee. And the train ride was $14.60. That's right for the Ekka Show Day local public holiday Steve and I were not in Brisbane. Cheap flights made for one hell of a great day trip away from Brisbane. I couldn't believe it when Steve told me he got us tickets. Glad he did book. We spent only about $60 each for transport for the whole day to get to and from Sydney. Sure 10 hours in Sydney doesn't seem like a lot of time. But it's enough time to see the big sites in the city centre...

In terms of seeing Australia I now have 1 left. One more capital city and I've seen the lot. Fortunately for Adelaide they were not last. Darwin will be last. Luckily for Adelaide they had more cheap flights with Tiger Airways to direct me there. Merely a weekend was allocated to seeing Adelaide. A trip with only a few goals. 1. See the Don Bradman Statue outside the Adelaide Oval 2. Go do a Winery Tour, and 3. Eat a Pie floater I managed 1 + 2. So I did fail to complete a goal. So perhaps a second trip will be required. Any excuse to see another winery valley will do really.

Beer and Churches. That's what history preserves I say. And therefore as a result I like to tour these places which have been preserved in this tradition. All in the expectation that I'll again get to hear from the tour guides how refined and revered the local brewery chief was to the local population. It is with great regret that I must admit I missed one. I didn't have time in Hobart to see the Cascade Brewery. Bad Chad, bad. It wasn't for the lack of trying. It was just that they don't run the tours on public holidays.

Tiger Airways has a lot to answer. Like how long do I have before they figure out that I'm just using them for cheap flights and don't buy drinks on board? Another weekend away for me. This time I paid $55 to get from Gold Coast to Melbourne. Return. Inclusive of fees and taxes. And then $77 to get from Melbourne to Hobart. Return. How's that work? Don't ask. Just accept and collect the boarding pass.

When is a trip not a trip for me? When it's not overseas. However by most standards it is still a trip. So with that in mind I thought I'd just post some recent trip photo highlights. First we have Melbourne. This was a classic boys trip away. Tony, Steve and I were off to the football. Our (Steve and I) first ever AFL game at the MCG. Brisbane was against Richmond. We won. That made our night. Can't say it was the case for the locals.

Bamberg had completed my quest to find good beer in Bavaria. However it did not mean the end of the Beer in Bavaria. I had one last stop before flying home. Munich. Now I've been to Munich during Oktoberfest before so I know what to expect of a beer hall. Beer. However this trip did leave me somewhat incomplete. The Oktoberfest experience was 1 night on a Contiki trip where we arrived in by bus after being depressed a the Dachau Concentration Camp, we had 15 minutes to the Glockenspiel, and then it was straight to Oktoberfest. Yes, I know most would argue that's all you need to achieve in Munich. But for me it didn't give a sense that I had searched for everything, experienced enough of what it means to be in Munich. So this time I had 2 nights. The first night was somewhat a repeat of the first experience. Get off the train, see the clock, and then go out for beer. However this time it was different. This time I was in the Hofbrauhaus not Oktoberfest. And I also made it in...

I saw this sign in Bamberg. And for a second thought I had found his utopia. So I past the sign only to find there were women and children everywhere. So much for that thought.

I visited Valentina for a night in Bermago. Just outside of Milan before venturing to Germany. Highlight, as promised by Valentina, was the best Pasta in Italy. A dish close to my heart. This was a Bermago Ravioli, sitting in clarified butter, with prosciutto. Yes thats right, bacon, pasta, and butter. You can't beat that. Really you can't.

Another thing Darren and I decided to try in Milan was a bit of modeling. After all Milan is full of the catwalks, and beautiful people. Darren when for classical style thanks to the artistic direction of his photographer. Whilst I went for classical, yet more contemporary "Garfield Doll Stuck on the Car Window".

Bamberg was a destination on my "places to visit list" thanks to a television show I watched when I was in Canada. The show was "The Thirsty Traveler". I could ascertain from the TV program that this guy "Kevin Brauch" had the best job in the world. Going around the world in search of alcohol, and then making a TV show around his drinking adventure. Kevin dedicated a whole show to Bavarian Beer. Therefore in honour of this deed I decided that I would dedicate 4 days of my life in this same quest. After taking a flight and then train out to Bamberg I was left in the able hands of my couchsurfing hosts, Wolfram, Steffi, and Vera. And what wonderful hosts they turned out to be. It was their dedication to the cause that has demonstrated that Bavarian Beer is good for you. I am unsure as to why the beer is good for me. But I suspect it is because either 1. it only has 3 ingredients (Water, Barley, and Hops) under laws made in the 1500s. Or 2. because the video...

I just had to do this. If I had of gotten a photo with Wally then you might of not been able to find me.

Another funny moment. I found a shop in one of the towns in Cinque Terre selling "World Dictator" Wines. My guess is they'd leave a horrible taste in the mouth. It was actually the village of Cornigula. Right up the top of a switchback stair climb of about 1km in which you rise 400 metres. No so funny was finding out after, that my ticket to the Cinque Terre Rail included the small mini bus that could have taken my up to the top where the village was.

Another funny sign appeared in Milan. We interpreted the sign as: Anyone found erotic dancing in the doorway will be injured badly.

After the Cinque Terre I had decided I needed to make a side trip to Florence. I had set aside 2 days before my departure as "free days" just in case I needed extra time in the Cinque Terre. In the end though I got nervous about not having accommodation booked. The thought that I was in the most catholic country of the world in the lead up to Easter weighed too heavily on me. So instead of booking more time in Nowhere Italy I decided to return to Florence. The hostel I stayed in was a revelation. It had an absolutely awesome view. Or maybe it was just the 3 euro bottle of wine special they had one night that I liked.... Nope, it was definitely the view. In general going back to Florence did go against one of my general traveling concepts. Not visiting the same place twice. But then the decision was made as in reality the first time I was on a Contiki trip in which not everything was achieved. After all I had never gotten to see the Statue of David. It made even more sense to ...

I was at the beach in Monterosso Al Mare in the Cinque Terre region when I realised I had visited in the wrong season. There were no stick figures with large breasts when I was there. And I was so looking forward to see what that would look like. After all the the stick figures I've ever drawn have not been anatomically correct. And then I thought. What if a male stick figure came to the beach. So I left. There's just some bits of a stick figure you just don't want etched into your memory.

In Milan everything seems to end at the Duomo. And if you think about it, it makes sense. Because one of the rich shopping streets with the like of Fendi, D&G, and others is one of these streets ending up next to the Duomo. I liken it to the vow of poverty. Ending at the church as you realise you've just spent $6500 euro on a leather handbag. Sorry ladies, I may say I love you, but thats the price of a small car. If that's unacceptable then so be it. In the days in Milan I did manage to buy some stuff. But for me. My proudest purchase was a winter jacket. I have since been informed by my Italian friend, and others it's a spring jacket. It's a matter of prospective really. If you live in the right city, it's a winter jacket.

My friend Valentina recently graduated from university. So she organised a night out on the town. Luckily I and my friend Darren (who flew out from London) were in town to experience the night. A three hour ride around town on a Tram. Drinking, and drinking.... No toilette. The end result. I've never seen so many guys run off tram around the corner.