Monday, February 24, 2014

Recap of down under...heaps of fun!

I'm sorry I failed miserably at updating my blog on Sundays while in Australia.  Free wifi was pretty spotty, and when successful the connection was pretty terrible, hence the reason it's free.  In my own defense, I actually did write a blog 2 Sundays ago, but it didn't upload (lame excuse).  As expected I absolutely adored Australia...  

It was a whirlwind 14 days.  Well, technically 17 days, but we skipped 3 so we are back at 14.  The Australian Heritage Hotel was our home while in Sydney and it was perfect.  Located in the historic Rocks district in Sydney, the quaint Bread and Breakfast is 100 years old this year (they are having huge party in September which the barbacks almost talked me into coming back for, almost…) and has been kept as original as can be.  I think the only thing that has changed over the years is the music selection in the pub downstairs :) 

Dusty and I walked all over the city of Sydney and ran into people (literally) having that awkward "excuse me dance" over and over.  It took us about a day to realize that WE are the jerks walking on the wrong side of sidewalks, stairs, roadways, etc…HELLO, they drive on the left side of the road here.  Thank goodness I had no plans of driving in the country...

Sydney is absolutely STUNNING.  It is so clean, so friendly, so accommodating, (so expensive), did I mention so gorgeous?  I honestly think that there is something beautiful to see from anywhere you stand in that city.  It's hard to single out what my favorite thing about Sydney is, so a quick synopsis will have to do.  The Sydney Opera House tour was amazing.  Our tour guide was fabulous, and inspired me to become more cultural...Can I get a volunteer to take me to a Opera/ballet/play anytime soon??  Taronga Zoo trumps any zoo I've ever been to.  I recommend it not only for the animals but for the breathtaking views of the Sydney Harbor.  Even though I didn't get to hold a Koala (it's outlawed in New South Wales) the behind the scenes tour is definitely worth your while.  Staying in the Rocks district is a MUST.  As mentioned above, the history is amazing.  The Rocks is literally the birthplace of Australia.  I could have entertained myself just walking around the Rocks/Circular Quay for 3 days with no problem at all.  Not to mention, the adorable pubs on every corner with, in my opinion, menus that are a step WAY up from your typical bar food.  The Bridge Climb is also worth every penny.  The views are breathtaking and the guides provide all kinds of fun facts/history of the bridge and Australia as a whole.  Our guide was very witty and found ways to constantly poke fun at Australians.  Fun fact:  Francis Greenway was an English architect turned currency forger (and as a result) turned convict that was sent to Australia with a few hundred other convicts to develop infrastructure to the untouched continent.  Turns out you need an architect to create said infrastructure, and Francis volunteered his talent and became a famous Australian architect behind several well known buildings in Sydney and throughout New South Wales.  His work became so well known that Australian put his face on the $10 note.  That's right, Australians put the face of a convicted currency forger on their currencysilly Aussies.

My attempt as a panoramic shot of my favorite theater in the Sydney Opera House!

My favorite view from the Taronga Zoo

Life goal = complete!

If I could have stolen him, I would have!

I loved how the Manly Wharf looked retro.

Perfect shot showing the Opera House theme :)

My favorite day of the trip - Sydney Harbor Bridge climb!

Landing in Cairns (pronounced cans) felt like a completely different continent than Sydney.  The plane touched down in the rain, and we walked out onto the runway and into a cloud - solid humidity.  The landscape here looks (and feels) like what I would picture Hawaii looking like - rainforest mixed with gorgeous water.  Cairns is a sleepy little town compared to the buzz of Sydney.  As much as I adored the city, the slower pace was a welcomed change - I'm a big fan of doing nothing :)  

Dusty and I traveled about an hour off the coast to Green Island to explore the Great Barrier Reef.  Green Island is owned by on the of the travel companies here in Cairns and it is just a little slice of heaven.  We took a snorkeling trip about 5 miles off the coast which started out wonderfully until I popped up to see that we were what felt like miles from the boat and it was starting to rain.  The undercurrent in the water is so strong it made snorkeling a LOT of work, but obviously it was worth it.  After a morning full of snorkeling followed by lunch, Dusty was petered out, so I decided I was going to walk around the whooooole island.  I started off jogging until I made the mistake of stepping on a rock that happened to be covered in algae.  Luckily, my fall cushioned by the sandy beach, so no scars from this spill.  Anyways, after about 11 minutes I saw what looked like the dock that we came onto the island from, and sure enough my long walk was over.  Turns out the island has a circumference of about a mile and a half… 



Dusty just being awesome.

Our first look at Green Island

My favorite photo from the hundreds I took on the island

Rain, rain go away...

Our second day in Cairns, we took a train through the rainforest.  The railway was completed in 1891, and it's one of those things you just can't imagine being constructed without modern technology - only dynamite and and pickaxes.  The rail is about 25 miles long.  It twists and turns across over 30 bridges, past several waterfalls, and ends up in a little town called Kuranda.  Kuranda is full of history of the aboriginal people.  I would equate the Australian Aboriginals to Native Americans.  As the English began to colonize Australia, the pushed the native people out of the way similar to American history with the Native Americans.  In fact grade school curriculum did not include the history of the Aboriginal people of Australia until the past 10 years or so.  It was viewed as something that the Australians just wanted to forget about, pretty interesting.  Anyways, there is a small wildlife park in Kuranda that Dusty and I decided to check out, and much to our delight - you could hold Koalas there!  We spent most of the day in the park before taking a Gondola down the hill stopping a few times to stroll through the rainforest.  
All aboard!

One of the many waterfalls along the ride.

Crossing over one of the mannnny bridges

Barron Falls in the rain

You can barely see Barron Falls behind us

Just being a dork, reading about engineering...

Let me tell you about my beeeest friend!

FINALLY!  So cuddly and cute 

My favorite tree 

Cairns did not let me down when it comes to beautiful beaches, snorkeling, rain forests, and afternoon rainstorms - but it has definitely catered itself to the massive amounts of tourists that frequent the town - mainly traveling from Asia.  I have never been to an English-speaking country where they have  signs/menus/brochures/etc translated to Chinese and Japanese - it's wild.  There is a monument on the boardwalk that describes the "sister cities" of Cairns, with the majority being Asian cities - which it was I deducted is the reason behind all the Asian tourists.  Aside from Asians, there are an abundance of bats - I mean HUGE bats not just Malongo sized fruits bats.  We were walking to dinner one night and there was a bunch of noise and I looked up to find thousands of bats.  I tried to take some pictures, but only had my phone so this was the best I could do…

PICTURE OF BATS

We left Cairns early early early Wednesday morning and headed to Brisbane.  Naturally, I hit the ground running, got us checked into our hotel, and started the walking tour I found in our Australia tour book immediately.  About half way through our walk, I could tell Dusty was over walking and wasn't seeing the same beauty that I was - trigger our first brother/sister fight.  Of course, Dust had no idea I was annoyed with him and kept on lolling along.  After I explained that I was frustrated that he wasn't soaking in every second of being in Australia, he apologized and we were fine.  He not only started helping me carry things, but also started thanking me for doing miscellaneous things like packing his back…what???  Brisbane is the second largest city in Australia (following Sydney), but I didn't feel like there was as much to do/see around town besides shopping.  Lucky for me (and my bank account) we didn't have too much extra room in our luggage for shopping, so Dusty and I went and saw the movie Frozen - which was adorable!  After the movie, I made Dusty walk back to the river with me - and ohhhh my goodness we were both glad we did!  The Brisbane city lights are enough reason to go to the city.  The night lights are absolutely gorgeous, and I have tons of proof…   

beautiful!


Since Dusty told me he was bored of walking and looking at things, I read up on things to do around Brisbane and stumbled upon Moreton Island.  It is about an hour and a half by ferry off the coast of Brisbane and advertises itself as a less popular Fraser Island.  I decided that we must go and booked us an all day trip over to the island.  Timing was seemingly perfect until I realized that the ferry arrived back at 5:15pm and our flight was scheduled to leave at 6:40…yikes.  No refunds, so we were going - Mom would have died.  

Anyway, it was 1000% worth it!  The island was total paradise, and the weather was perfect!  We decided to get snorkel gear and check out the shipwrecks that are just off the coast of the island.  There is an artificial reef that was created by sinking ships to create a cove for boats to anchor overnight.  To any environmentalists out there that are against artificial reefs, I dare you to go to Moreton Island and not be amazed by the ecosystem that those ships created.  The snorkeling was amazing - dare I say better than the Great Barrier Reef!  At one point I was surrounded by so many fish that I got slightly freaked out, which Dusty thought was just hilarious.  


Breathtakingly (is that a word?) beautiful!

Soaking up the sun!

We made it to our plane to Adelaide with plenty of time and my oh my was it a bumpy ride.  It's been crazy hot in the city, but lucky for us it decided to cool off to around 30C.  However, the reason that it cooled off so much was thanks to storms all along the Southern coast of Australia.  I've gotten to be a pretty good flyer these days, but my palms were pouring sweat as we were landing - and it wasn't due to the heat.  Clearly, we survived the bumpy ride and were in Adelaide for a total of 9 hours (most of which unconscious) before heading off on our Great Ocean Road Tour!      

I knew that I definitely wanted to drive the Great Ocean Road while we were in Australia, so when I was doing research/planning the trip, it was at the top of my list.  I had met a girl (actually from Australia) in one of my training classes for work who was going to be in the states for about a month.  She told me that she had signed up for a tour starting in Las Vegas and ending in San Francisco that was organized by a company called G Adventures.  She had been on a G adventures tour in Cambodia and really enjoyed it, so decided to try it again in the states.  I looked up the website and found that they had just started tours in Australia in 2013, one of them being the Great Ocean Road traveling East from Adelaide to Melbourne - peeeeerfect! 

We met the group early, early the morning after landing in Adelaide (seems to be a trend).  It consisted of six other girls and one CEO (Chief Experience Officer).  I think he (and Dusty) were relieved to have each other on the trip :)  We walked over to the bus, which would be our home for the next few days, and hit the road.  Dave started off the trip playing a song called Follow the Sun by Xavier Rudd.  Before we knew it, we were all tapping our feet, singing along, and any "awkward being on a bus with strangers" feelings were gone.  I guess that's why they call them CEO's :)  Turns out that Dave is a great DJ as well.  He gave us the history of country music in Australia, which all started with a man named Slim Dusty, how fitting!  Turns out Slim Dusty's songs are pretty true to America's classic country tunes, the ones Pa constantly has blaring at the house.  One of his most famous, G'day G'day, helped Dusty and I with the Aussie lingo... 

We stopped at Mt Lofty for breakfast just outside of Adelaide, which was a beautiful view.  Unfortunately, there had been quite a few bush fires (forrest fires) so the view could have been better, but it was still a nice little hike to start off the day.  We drove for 4 or 5 hours stopping off at different points to walk around and look at different things before arriving at Grampians National Park where we would be staying for the night.  Originally we were supposed to be camping, but lucky for us, the bush fires scared most folks off and we were upgraded to a relatively nice hotel!  We did 2 small hikes before the sunset, and went back to the camp so Dave could BBQ our dinner of hamburgers (complete with fried eggs, pineapple, and beet root) and kangaroo (which was delicious).  Its felt kind of wrong because as Dave was grilling our kangaroo, we were taking photos of their cousins that were hopping all over the cricket field next to our hotel.  We even caught a momma kangaroo with a joey in her pouch - so cute!



If you look closely, you can see a joey upside down in his momma's pouch!

He got himself turned around in this one :)

The next morning was yet another early morning with breakfast at 6 before we hit the trail to hike up to the Pinnacle.  I think Dave overestimated our physical group's ability because he was pretty much sprinting up the mountain with 7 girls and a scrawny boy lagging pretty far behind him at some points.  He claimed that he wants us to get up there quickly so we could have enough time to really take in the view.  I think he wanted to wear us all out so we would pass out as soon as we got on the bus so he could have a peaceful drive without any cackling behind him.  Needless to say, it was gorgeous.  We were in the bus on the road by 10AM headed for the Great Ocean Road!  We had a few stops before settling in Port Campbell for the night.  I LOVED this town.  It reminded me a lot of Cayucos, California.  Just an adorable little town.  We got there at 4, so we had some time to just relax and drink some wine on the beach before dinner.  We definitely enjoyed ourselves, and then Dave let us know that our wake up call would be 6 againnnn for the next day.  He said we just had to get to this one certain spot for the sunrise.  There were more than a few moans and groans from the groups of sauced girls, but oh-my-goodness the next morning's view of the sunrise was simply heavenly! 


Top of the Pinnacle


Our view - worth the early wake up call...

One of our first stop...London Bridge

We continued on stopping at Loch Ard Gorge, 12 Apostles, Apollo Bay, Kennet River (where we saw Koalas!), Melba Gully (inspiration place for Fern Gully), and Bells Beach (the birthplace of Australian surfing) before arriving in Melbourne.  We had a final dinner followed by drinks with our group, and it was over in a flash! All in all it was an awesome experience, and I will definitely be looking into other trips that G Adventures has to offer :)

Such a beautiful sunrise over the Great Ocean Road

One of my favorite spots near Loch Ard Gorge

12 Apostles

Melba Gully

Sleepy little guy


We made it!

After a late night in Melbourne, I realized that I still had no idea how I was going to get Dusty and I out to Phillip Island without renting a car.  So again, I made Dusty get up early with me to scour the streets to find a restaurant with free wifi (since naturally, our hostel did not have wifi).  At 7:56AM in the middle of our breakfast, I realized that there was a bus leaving at 8:50AM which was the ONLY way that we would be able to get down to the island in time to see the little penguins that evening.  We scarfed down our meal, ran (literally) back to the hostel, packed up (no shower), ran to the bus station, got out tickets, boarded and we were off.  We were in Cowes by 11:30 and checked into our adorable little hotel, which seemed to be the place for all retirees on the island to stay - awesome, love me some old people :)  


Cowes, Victoria

After lunch and a nap on the beach, we got ready to head to the penguin parade.  The penguin parade is part of the Phillip Island Nature Park where they host viewing of the little penguins (once called fairy penguins, which I prefer…).  Little penguins (LPs) grow to be about a foot tall, are a dark blue color, and are warm water birds native to the Southern coast of Australia and New Zealand.  Back in the good ol' days, you used to be able to just drive onto the beach and watch the little guys come in for the sea and waddle back to their burrows each night, but times have changed and they don't allow that anymore because the LPs were dropping in numbers.  There are about 32,000 that call the Southern Coast their home, and about 8,000 live in the viewing area.  We saw hundreds of the precious little things making their way from the water's edge to there homes - some of which were up to a mile away from the water.  It is currently malting season, where the penguins hunker down for about 3 weeks and lose their summer feathers to prepare for winter.  This means that some of the penguins had been out to sea for up to 6 weeks feeding to prepare for the short hibernation.  Some of the chunkers were twice their normal size trying to walk up the beach, which was hilarious to watch because they would basically lay on their bellies and try to paddle on the dry sand.  I was a little skeptical on whether or not we would really be able to see much on the tour, but it was awesome and again, we had a wonderful tour guide.  Unfortunately, the LPs do NOT mate for life only for one mating season, which has ruined the movie Happy Feet for me.  I can't even talk about it…

The next day, we started our journey back to Melbourne to catch our last domestic flight back to Sydney.  When we were in the airport trying to decide on what to eat, I realized that almost everywhere we went we were able to find a few things - one of which being an Irish pub.  They are perfect for all the obvious reason:  good people, relaxed environment, etc.  The reason they work for Dusty and I is because they always have a beef pot pie on the menu to fit his dietary needs, and good, cheap beer for my dietary needs.  This just solidifies the need for an Ireland trip this fall - make note Lisa and Brad :)

We spent our last day and a half in Bondi Beach.  In pretty much every book you read about the Sydney area, a trip to Bondi is a must, and I'll have to agree.  It captures the essence of Australia surf without traveling too far outside the city.  Staying in Bondi was the perfect way to end the trip.  We walked around the city, relaxed on the beach, walked the coastal cliff walk, ate great food, and before we knew it, our time in Australia was over :(


Watching the surfers do their thing...


View along the coastal cliff walk

In our travels throughout the country, I've been noting little phrases unique to the Aussies.  Here are a couple of the most common + my favorites…

Thanks heaps! - "Thanks so much!"  Hands down my favorite phrase that I have, by default, picked up.  I'm super excited to start using this one, particularly in my future work emails.  It really fits my superior professionalism perfectly…

No worries - "You're really annoying me, but I'm happy 99.7% of the time and I have this adorable accent - so really, whatever you're doing it's fine"

How ya goin? - The song G'day G'day helped us with this one.  Slightly confusing when you walk into a place and someone asks How ya goin?…ummmm I sorry, did you say where am I going? How I'm doing?  I'm confused.


Mate - aka - Dude, bro, brah.  From what I gathered this is a term that only guys say to their guy friends.  


G'day - In 2 weeks, I think we heard this twice.  Such a let down…


Brizzy - Brisbane.  What a precious nickname!  I think I would live in the city just to say that I live in Brizzy.


Vege - Dave explained to us that Aussie's are really lazy when it comes to speaking, and tend to shorten everything (i.e.: Brizzy).  Vege = vegetables.  We didn't see or hear the word vegetable at all, just vege.


I am slowly getting over a mean case of jet lag that has turned into the post-vacation "back to the real world" slump.  My dream vacation lived up to every expectation, and my travel partner taught me more in the 14 days we had together than he will ever know.  I sure do love that little brother of mine.  xoxo...  





Monday, February 3, 2014

D and A Head Down Under

I have been dreaming of going to Australia since I was 7 years old and I first watched the movie Grease.  To say that I adored Sandy (Olivia Newton-John) is an understatement.  As all you other Grease fanatics know- she is an Aussie native.  Obviously, at the wise age of 7, I was convinced that I would go to Australia and fall madly in love with my own "Danny."  Seeing the koalas and kangaroos would just be a bonus to my trip down under.  Needless to say, my life goals have changed slightly, but Australia remains my dream vacation, and I am going TODAY!  My younger brother, Dusty, and I are Westbound today to spend 14 glorious days down under.  We are flying from Houston to Los Angeles to Sydney and couldn't be more excited!  I'll continue my usual Sunday afternoon blogging to keep everyone updated on how many Koala bears I plan on bringing home :)

IAH-LAX-SYD!!!!!!

Our trip is following a wonderful weekend in Houston celebrating my gorgeous cousin's engagement.  Laurel and Jason have been dating for almost 4 years, and there couldn't be two more perfect families coming together.  Brian so graciously opened up his home to host another party, and I think I can speak for everyone when I say that it was a success!  I slacked quite a bit on my usual photo taking, but here are a few photos from the party.  Just a small preview for the main event...10-04-14!




My honey came in town!

The beautiful bride with her maids of honor :):)

My personal favorite from the night…Jason busting a move and showing off a picture of him and Laurel - priceless.

Next time I check in, you'll have to read my blog with an Aussie accent…xoxo

Sunday, January 26, 2014

drukkies en soenes

So I’ve realized that during every rotation in Malongo I get to a point where I’m 100% over Africa and ready to return to the greatest country in the world – AMERICA, obviously. There always tends to be some type of event that happens to me where I have a borderline (or actual) melt down, and a light bulb goes off that reminds me I’m not made for 3rd world countries. Following the event where I typically curse outwardly (or to myself if in public), I always have a humbling moment when I think the Lord above for all the blessings I’ve received, yadda yadda yadda.

This event occurred on Monday morning, of course. My alarm went off, I put on my cozy slippers, and stumbled to turn on the light. In case you haven’t noticed, there are very few photos of myself in Malongo. This is for a two reasons: 1. I hate taking pictures of myself and 2. My hair is ridiculous. Malongo’s weather is rainy with a side of 100% humidity. This means I look like Mufasa on a daily basis. I try to tame the mane in the 10 minutes between waking up and arriving at work, but there’s no helping what happens on this head. That said, you can only imagine what I look like in the morning, it’s terrifying. So Monday morning after turning on my light, I walked to the mirror to size up how much damage control I was going to have to do as a result of my slumber and I found a surprise waiting for me. There was an ant casually making its way through the maze on my head. And NO this was not your ordinary size ant, it was a Malongo ant, probably the queen of all ants in Africa – it had to be at least an inch and a half long. Commence spaz attack, followed by a 20 minute shower to ensure that my head had not become their humble home. I get the heeby jeebies just thinking about it, gross.

Every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday during lunch time there is a group of folks that all meet on the basketball court for a hour long circuits/cardio type work out. I try to go every MWF, but it NEVER gets easier. I literally sweat buckets and gasp for air every time I go – which I blame 100% on the humidity, not because I’m out of shape ;) There are a few different guys who rotate leading the group in exercises and they vary from being who are super encouraging to groaning in pain with the rest of us. This past Wednesday we has just finished working out and one of the guys stopped everyone from leaving, gave a little speech about how he appreciates everyone coming out each week, and handed out t-shirts for all of us. Even though it was one of those drilling guys that made them, I think they are adorable especially because they included a girl in the group of runners.


There is a big group of South Africans that live in the same accommodation block as I do that I have come to know and love over the past few months. They are constantly up to something – taking apart/rebuilding remote control cars, BBQing, making potjie (poy-key), planning pranks, drinking whiskey, etc – just a bunch of 12-year olds trapped in middle-aged men’s bodies. Monday night after work I pulled up to our building, and Andre was walking into building with what looked like the top of a box of paper. I walked over to him to say hello and he “tripped”, flipping the box over and hurling a snake at me – SERIOUSLY?? Needless to say, after I let out a screech, I let him have it. He had tied a plastic snake to the box with a piece of fishing line to use as a prank on the monkeys – so when they pick up the over turned box the snake moves and they scatter. I just happened to come home at the time that he was putting up his little prank and he decided to use it on me as well, it worked. He did make it up to me by grilling steaks that night.

Speaking of South Africans, they speak the most ridiculous sounding language – Afrikaans. It’s most similar to the Dutch dialects, but it really just sounds like they are hocking up a spit wad all the time. Anyways, I’ve been learning little phrases here and there and my favorite, by far, is “drukkies en soenes.” It’s pronounced “drunkies and swinkies” and it means hugs and kisses – xoxo!

I'm heading home Tuesday for an extended time off. I have just started the proces of applying for a new work visa, and our travel services folks are saying that it will probably be 4-6 months until I receive my new visa - meaning that I will be out of Angola until May-July timeframe. I have mixed feelings about being stuck out because I feel like I have finally adjusted to this new lifestyle and now it's all changing again. I will actually really miss my Malongo family for the 1 or 2 hitches that I am off. BUT on the bright side, I will get to actually live in Houston for a few months! Sleeping in my own bed, eating for joy of it and not to just stay alive, showering without shower shoes, and happy hour are just a few of the things I'm looking forward to, but the real bonus to all of this is that now I don't have to miss out on one very special day March 22 - the Johnson/Wilking wedding :)

Oh, and I'll miss these little guys too...


29 days down, 2 to go! xoxo...

Sunday, January 19, 2014

dominoes + motivation and India to Midland

It has been POURING rain since about 2AM. I mean cats and dogs, I've never heard rain so hard in my life - at one point I thought my roof was going to cave in. That said, it was very difficult to get out of bed this morning, and this blog is probably the only (sort of) productive thing that I will be able to accomplish today...

For anyone who knows me (and my family) you know that I(we) LOVE a good game of Mexican Train dominoes. The thing about dominoes is that it doesn’t really require TOO much brainpower, so you can be a winner even after you’ve had a few drinks – hence the reason why my fam loves it ;) The same groups of folks in camp that play Bourre also play dominoes. I’ve never played with them because I always thought that they were playing some version of dominoes that I had never heard of – turns out I was wrong. They play train dominoes with a set of double-nine, as opposed to the double 12 or 15 that I’m used to, and they also keep score.

Anyways, one of the first guys that I met when I started working here is a man named John Quebodeaux, aka Queb, one of the million Louisiana natives here. He has been working in Africa for the past 12 years and is finally getting out of here and heading to an assignment in Brazil. His last day was Thursday, so this past week has been a blur of going away parties for Queb – one of which was an intense domino tournament on Tuesday night. I’d like to say that I was the champion, but unfortunately I lost $7 – it’s very high stakes over here.

I think I’ve mentioned that there are 2 guys that I worked with in Bakersfield that are here in Malongo – Nick and Shay. We try and get together at least a few times while we are all here at the same time. It’s so nice because we’ve known each other for a while and can talk pretty openly about whatever we want. I went to dinner with Nick before he left this week, and I was talking to him about how I’ve been having a tough time motivating one of my team members and that it’s starting to wear me down because I’m failing miserably. For those of you that know Nick, you know that he is a wealth of knowledge – some of it is worthless, but knowledge none the less. Anyway, he told me to look up a speech by John Wooden about winning and succeeding (watch his speech HERE). Mr. Wooden is a precious old man who coached basketball at UCLA. In his speech, he talks about his life, career as an educator and coach, and things that he learned from his father that helped make his career a success. Three things that his father instilled in him were:
1. Never try to be better than someone else
2. Always learn from others
3. Never cease trying to be the best you can be
These three simple things have helped me reassess how to go about both managing people and myself. I’m guilty of becoming so frustrated, throwing in the towel, and taking the “it’s not my problem” attitude – but once you reach that point, you’re no longer trying to be the best you can be.

On a more personal note, Mr. Wooden explains his thoughts on reputation vs. character. My parents can speak to the fact that growing up I was always very aware of what people thought of me, and I would have given anything to be liked by everyone – moreover I just wanted everyone to be friends. In my eyes, my mom had little compassion during my high school years and did everything she could to emphasize the fact that is doesn’t matter what people think of me; what I think of myself is the only thing I should be concerned about. At the time I wondered if my mother had EVER experienced high school because clearly she had no idea what she was talking about. As I’ve grown older (and much wiser), there is hardly a day that goes by that I don’t think to myself “hmm, my mom was right” (NOTE: I rarely admit this to her). In Mr. Wooden’s words: Reputation is what you’re perceived to be and Character is what you really are. In life your reputation truly is out of your control, so focus your time and energy on building your character – damn it, she was right again.

butterfly for Momma!

In other news – my boy finally finished his crazy Indian adventure, and is safely back on American soil…thank goodness! Let me preface this by saying that when I went to visit him in December, 7 days before he was scheduled to leave for New Dehli, he had NOTHING planned. The good news is that he works with several folks from India, and we had them over for dinner to map out a route. The bad news is that when planning said route these people, who’s home country is India, were telling me that they were nervous for Chad – which by no means calmed my nerves. He also had not gotten any shots, malaria medication, or even made a packing list – however, by the time I left him he had done almost everything he needed to do :) Still, I’ve been pretty worried for the past 4 weeks, but now I can officially say that he and his friend Barrett traveled 3000 kilometers along the West coast of India and successfully completed the 2014 Rickshaw Run! He doesn’t know it, but I stole some of my favorite pictures from his Facebook page to share (not creepy at all)…

the route

pre-race trip to the Taj Mahal...super cute couple (disregard Chad's barely there "mustache")

rickshaw/home for 13 days

new-found besties!

I’ve been jamming out to Rodney Parker and 50 Peso Reward album Apology: Part 2 all week (which I highly recommend), and it’s really given me the itch to see some live Texas Country. I know that Rodney and his guys are a fan of West Texas, so I Googled upcoming tour dates and they just happen to be in beautiful Midland, Texas on a weekend in February that I don’t have anything planned. After spending 4 years in Lubbock I’m well aware that Midland isn’t your typical vacation destination, but 2 of my favorite people live there and I think that’s justification enough to jump on a plane for 1.5 hours and spend a weekend in God’s country – see you soon Kennedy’s!

boa noite!

22 days down, 9 to go! xoxo

Sunday, January 12, 2014

back in action

I mentioned in my ‘odds and ends’ blog that people are constantly coming and going, but there is a big group of folks that come and go at the same time. Since I came in early this hitch, I came in just before one of the big crew changes. It was nice because I got to spend time with folks that I don’t usually get to work/socialize with, but now we are in catch-up mode getting all the new folks that came in up to speed with what’s happening.

This is the first week since I’ve been back that we have our full workforce back in action. The nationals that work for our sub-contractor take holidays very seriously. We have basically had a skeleton crew here since the 21st of December. I don’t think there’s such a thing as ‘calling in sick’ it’s more just plain not showing up around here. The Christmas and New Year season is all about family, and work does not get in the way of this sacred time. It’s kind of refreshing that the local companies acknowledge that family truly does always come first – but also incredibly frustrating for us crazy Americans that want to see progress. The good news is that we finally finished up another major milestone in construction – our 2nd road crossing. This time, thankfully, I don’t have any embarrassing stories to share about sending pictures of myself out to all of Malongo :)


Acabaco (finished)!

Every Sunday our small team gets together for a safety meeting that is mostly centered around getting to know one another. Usually, one person shares a ‘diversity moment’ that can be anything from past experiences, to family photos, to what they ate for lunch yesterday – just anything to help us get closer as a team. Last Sunday, one of my construction managers shared his experience climbing Mt. Kilimanjaro and it was absolutely incredible. He shared pictures and talked us through the entire 7-day journey, which took about a year to plan. Sooooo who wants to tackle Mt. Kilimanjaro in 2015 – followed by a little R+R in Zanzibar?? (I’ve may have already started doing a little research….)

I was pretty bummed at the beginning of the week because I am missing my FAVORITE week of the year back home – MusicFest 2014 in Steamboat, Colorado. My first trip was in 2010, and I decided then that I would never miss a year. It’s just a really great week of good snow, good music and good people (good beer too, it’s sponsored by #SHINER) Anyways, some of my favorite people were in attendance and eased my pain by sending me pictures, videos, and insults (thanks Bru) – it’s almost like I was there…

I’m going to ask for some prayers from everyone this week. On December 4th our civil/structural engineer, Don, that supports my project from Houston had an accident at his home and suffered a traumatic head injury. Don underwent emergency surgery and was unconscious for a few days. He has since been moved from the hospital to a rehabilitation center, but is unable to move the right side of his body and has very limited speech. The good news is that he is able to recognize people who visit him. I’ve spent quite some time with Don since I joined the project in June. We spent a week together working in Italy last summer and he also visited Malongo for 2 weeks during my September hitch. Don is originally from Korea and served as an engineer in the military before coming to the states to complete his doctorate at The University of Texas at Austin or THE University (as my Pa likes to refer to it). To say that Don is a nice man is an understatement. He is one of those people that truly wants to know you, and when you talk he hangs on every word (this could be due to the language barrier – but still super endearing). He has a wife and two teenage girls in Houston that need our prayers for a full recovery!

15 days down, 16 to go! xoxo

Sunday, January 5, 2014

waaaaambulance

This week has been full of ups and downs – literally. I started off the week still feeling pretty terrible, but a bedtime of 7pm and naps during lunch have healed me! Monday was a very rainy day (perfect for napping), so as I was walking back to my room for lunch I slipped and fell on the concrete, bashed my knee, ripped my jeans, the whole 9 – not out of the ordinary for my-graceful-self. Since I have experience in treating my own wounds, I doctored myself, took my nap, and went back to work. I casually mentioned that I ate it to my construction manager when we were walking out of work that evening, and after a good laugh he told me that I had to go to the clinic, report my injury, and get first aid on my knee – you’re joking right?? Apparently, ANY and ALL injuries that occur during our work hours 6am – 6pm must be recorded/documented. It’s basically a CYA in the event that the wound gets infected and you die. So after arguing for a good 15 minutes and hearing horror stories of amputation from small flesh wounds, I gave in and became our first project first-aid case – not the most honorable statistic. Thanks Mom and Dad for my freakishly long limbs and big feet that I often have trouble controlling ;)

Speaking of being super coordinated, somehow I got talked into playing squash earlier this week. Squash is pretty popular on camp since we have so many people from the UK and South Africa. A few folks have asked me to play, but I just explained that I had zero desire to get in a box and have balls flying at my face – thinking that squash was essentially the same thing as racquetball. My boss cornered me, promised that squash is nothing like racquetball, and got the rest of the team to peer pressure me into playing – clearly everything is PC around here. Turns out I’m completely terrible (as expected) but it’s actually a lot of fun! It also turns out that people like playing with partners who really suck (confidence builder) so I'm in high demand. I’m even considering buying a racquet to bring back my next trip – maybe even playing during my time off!

Unfortunately, my New Year’s celebration was a bust. I still wasn’t feeling 100%, so I was in bed by 9:30pm. I did make a cheers to myself with pineapple juice at 7AM to ring in 2014 Texas time. Throughout the week, I heard stories from all of folks who stayed up to celebrate Malongo-style and I decided that regardless how I felt, a 9:30pm bedtime was completely unacceptable for my 26-year old self. My New Year’s Resolution: never again will I miss a midnight New Year’s celebration. On a serious note, I guess I should put my 2014 resolutions in writing:

1. Run at least 1 half-marathon
2. Visit at least 3 countries (Africa doesn’t count)

Every year for as long as I can remember, I have made totally unachievable resolutions (or at least that’s what I tell myself at year-end when I realize that I’ve failed miserably), so this year I went with modest goals – that also benefit me in some way, obviously…

8 days down, 23 to go! xoxo

So we had a little rain...road crossing turned fishing pond

Let me tell you about my beeeest friend

Sunday, December 29, 2013

the norm

I was welcomed back to Malongo by what feels like 99.9% humidity and 95F, which was a nice change from the cold, dry air back home. It’s safe to say that my 24-hour commute to work has officially become the norm. The past two trips I’ve been excited/anxious about getting on the plane with all my activities and getting cozy in my seat to prep for the 15-hour flight. This time I went to the airport in the equivalent of my PJs, boarded, sat down, put my neck pillow on, ate my dinner, pulled my eye mask down and went right to sleep – probably with my mouth open. Needless to say I was not excited about this trip. I had such a great time off that was jam packed with family and friends, and it just went by entirely too fast! On the up side, I did receive a warm welcome from all my co-workers that included a Saturday night dinner of fried alligator and alligator gumbo – clearly prepared by the coonasses in camp :) I had my doubts about alligator, but it was pretty tasty!

Arriving in camp on Saturday has it's perks, mainly that the next day (Sunday) is just a half day. It's especailly nice today because I'm feeling a bit under the weather, so I'm planning on taking 2 Benedryl and napping all afternoon! I promise I'll have more to share next week :)

2 days down, 29 to go! xoxo...