Month: April 2013

Of Course It’s Not Impossible

I certainly did not land and start kayaking as I had hoped.  Many of you know that I befriended an Aussie in Cairns who had started from Darwin and was heading to Sydney in a canoe.  I thought this sounded so cool so I ran home, made some tea, brought food and a tablet of paper and Mel proceeded to tell me how to do it.  My idea started as a great way to visit the Whitsundays again, but then circumnavigating Australia started coming out of my mouth and now it’s too late to turn back.   Mel and I kept in touch when I returned to the States to get my visa in order.  I delicately mentioned he had said I might be able to tag along with him for two weeks, just to get an idea of the routine.  “I don’t want to bug you or hold you up, but do you still think that would be okay?”   “Mate, that would be fantastic!” he exclaimed.  I was elated.  The plan was coming together.  We would meet in Sydney, purchase our kayaks, and set out.  The only problem was that two months prior to my departure for Australia every time I called Mel, it went directly to voice mail.  No, I’m sure he didn’t die, we would have heard about it.  I called Telstra (the phone carrier) and they couldn’t officially tell me anything since I wasn’t on the account, but it was implied that the phone hadn’t been recharged.  I am pretty sure he lost his phone with all his contacts.  Maybe it’s for the best.  It will probably be a lot more entertaining for you to read about my numerous mishaps!   I spent a short time in East Perth in a high rise apartment building.  THAT was a culture shock.  So many people, so close together.  Comparatively, I know it’s nothing compared to the high density in the States, it’s just that I have never lived in a city before.  It seemed relatively safe even after dark.  I was never at complete ease as once you’ve had a 44 Magnum pointed at your head (Oakland, California), you never forget.   I arrived in Australia just in time for the Rottnest Channel Swim, a 19.7 kilometer swim from Cottesloe Beach to Rottnest Island.  I immediately offered my kayaking services on Facebook and they were accepted by a swimmer flying in from Sydney.  My job was to guide Peter through the mobs of other swimmers, kayaks, and support boats to the finish line.  Thirty thousand people showed up for the event, the largest open water swim in the world!  MISSION ACCOMPLISHED and it was so much fun!   Teresa in the Kayak, Boats in the Channel Teresa Kayaking, Peter Swimming                                           Mission Accomplished–Gold Medal 

Stop Shark Finning

Stop Shark Finning This is a good site to generate ideas about educating the public regarding the decimation of the world shark population. Teresa

You Did What!?!

“Bloody hell, what has he done now?  I know he didn’t smash the car because I had it with me.  The house.  He must have done something to the house.  What on earth did he do to the house?  Brace yourself, here it comes…” Cherri thinks as Eamon meets her coming into the house. “Mom, don’t be mad…”Eamon says. “Oh dear, what has he done?” Cherri thinks. “I had an American spend the night,” Eamon explains. “Oh, thank God!  That’s it?  Nothing else, the house is alright?” exclaims Cherri. “There’s nothing wrong.  She’s sitting on the front porch.” Cherri comes out to the porch.  “Too bad she wasn’t a hot 35-year-old man,” she says and we all laugh. Cherri makes herself a cup of coffee and we chat for three hours.  Eamon slipped out after about 15 minutes and I really didn’t see him for the rest of my visit. “You know,” Cherri generously says, “Eamon is leaving on Friday for Bali. You could stay here until he gets back or until you find a place.  I have a friend whose cousin lives in Cottesloe.  Maybe you could rent a room from her.  Tuesday there is an outdoor foreign film festival at the University of Western Australia.  Would you like to come?” “Fantastic and yes!” I say and the hunt for another place is on. Cherri says I can use Eamon’s bike and I cruise down to the Swan River for my first swim.  I elected not to swim because I didn’t know if the jellyfish would sting (they do, I got a terrible sting on my face today in the ocean, but it’s not fatal; hence, I am writing to tell you about it) so I proceeded to take photos and video of the Black Swans.   Black Swan Video  http://www.youtube.com/channel/UCmUr_7XECBPT4U6fv4Eiv_Q?view_as=public Tuesday comes around and I meet ten of Cherri’s good friends and one of them happens to belong to a local yacht club.  He is intrigued by my adventure and gives me some great advice like getting permits to enter Aboriginal land.  A powerboat man himself, he refers me to a sailor, who happily invites me to join Twilight Sailing the next day.  This man is flabbergasted at my proposed kayak journey and I am quite touched when the next day I receive an extensive email complete with maps and statistics entitled: A quick look at the “impossibility” of your notion to circumnavigate Australia in a kayak.

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