This weekend began with a bit of a mini freak out. You see, I was supposed to leave for Port Stephens on a train leaving from Central Station at 2:20, with the other seven people going up for the weekend. When I got home from my internship around 12:45, nobody was here. They had a test that lasted until 12:30, and I remember hearing somebody say they were coming back afterwords because they didn’t want to bring their luggage to class with them. So I figured that they would be around shortly. 1:15, 1:30, 1:45 come around and there is no sign of anybody yet. At this point, I am beginning to worry and think of all sorts of reasons that they might be delayed. Or had I misheard and we were taking a different train, or was nobody coming back to Georgia House?
Unfortunately, I knew very little of our actual travel plans besides we were taking a train, a bus, and ending up at a hostel in Port Stephens. This prohibited me from going to the station on hopping on the train myself. After all, what if I was the only person that had got on the train? I’d end up in Newcastle, but have no idea what bus I was supposed to take, nor where to take it! Perhaps there was a mix up with there class and we’ll be taking the 4:30 train instead, I thought. By the time 2:15 came around, it was obvious I wouldn’t be making the train. Of course, I am the only member of the group to not have a cell phone, and therefore completely hopeless to try and get a hold of.
I started looking online for how to get from Newcastle to Port Stephens, which bus, where the hostel was located and which train to hop on. Shortly after collecting this information, I headed out for the 5:15pm train leaving from Central, giving me about a 10 minute window to get off the train and catch the last bus from Newcastle to Port Stephens. So I bought my ticket at central and found my train, snuggled into a seat with all of my luggage, ready to embark on the 3 hour journey all by my lonesome.
The ride itself was very nice. It was quiet and not too crowded. I spent most of the time working on papers for the class associated with my internship (PELA) and ended up hammering out 2500 words (five 400-600 word papers) in about an hour. I enjoyed a nice sunset taking place behind the mountains as we were traveling over a lake, and soaked in the beauty of Australia, thinking about the weekend ahead. After getting to Newcastle, I found the last bus out of town and prepared for another hour worth of travel. Luckily, the bus driver knew my hostel by name and was able to drop me at a stop about a block away. After searching for 15-20 minutes, I finally found my friends, sitting in front of the television waiting for me.
One of the members of Team Bissel (our group name, apparently), Jackie Bissel, is interning at WakeUp!, a hostel in Sydney. Her boss is friends of the owners of the hostel at which we were staying. The owners were so kind and offered to drop us off at anywhere in the Port Stephens area that we wanted to go.
On Saturday, we headed up to Nelson Bay to go Kayaking. Our tour was at one, but we decided to head up to the beach a bit early and soak in some sun and take a quick dip before that. After taking a walk down the beach, one of the people that works at CAPA (Zara) met us at the beach, as she was in town for the weekend visiting her Grandma. We hung out with Zara and walked around the marina until our scheduled tour began. We had a wonderful time out on the water, paddling for about an hour and fifteen minutes into the bay. We stopped at a beach, had some biscuits (cookies) and some soda to refresh. There is where we spotted a dolphin a little ways off shore. The way back was a bit quicker and easier, with a slight current in our favor. We saw two more dolphins just behind our kayaks as we were turning into the marina. A successful kayaking trip, indeed.
We then headed to Zara’s grandmas house for an Aussie barbecue! We had chicken kebabs, prawns, and burgers, while drinking lost of wine and having an overall wonderful time.
Sunday we headed out to “the largest sand dunes in the southern hemisphere” at Marubri beach. There were caught a giant 4 wheeler bus that drove us up to the top of the dunes where we proceeded to go dune boarding for the next couple hours. It is a bit like snow boarding, only when you fall you get sand absolutely everywhere (though you don’t freeze). We caught some good wipeouts on video, and I’ll post that when I can. I’m still sore from my numerous face-plants and other falls. Sunday night we had another big feast, grilled chicken, bangers (sausages), and corn on the cob. We also all had about a bottle of wine. Then we met some Aussies who were also staying at the hostel and we started playing card games with them and drinking the night away. We found out that they were up there on holiday and are actually from around Sydney. So hopefully we’ll be able to meet up sometime in the city for drinks.
Coming up on the agenda, on Tuesday I have my midterm exam in International Business, along with some PELA assignments due. Thursday I have a 1000-word sociology paper due. However, after that I can start thinking about absolutely nothing but my Spring Break, which yes, is less than a week away! We (Team Bissel) leave on Saturday for Arlie Beach and Whitsundays, where we’ll be living aboard a world champion sail boat for 2 days and 2 nights, camping on the beaches of Whitsundays. After which we take a bus up to Cairns where I’ll be doing a 3 day / 2 night live-aboard dive trip out to the Great Barrier Reef, enjoying 11 spectacular dives ( and my first two night dives). A day of whitewater rafting, then its back to Sydney early Monday morning, where I’ll be supposedly 1/2 way done with my classes and internship. Yikes.