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Be there or be square

‘Be there or be square’ was the headline of a housparty of a friend of mine a few months ago. Well, yes, my last post was quite a time ago. I don’t really liked writing for the past few weeks, what is probably because of your’re getting more and more involved in every day live of where you are: in work-life of my university, private-life with friends, and my life, I’m still kind of on my own. Well, that wont change, I know that there will come the time when it’s time to go.

More and more people are leaving now. Especially the exchange students, who were here for one semester for about 3 months, are leaving for holidays an Australia vacation now. I met some really nice guys, and we probably will catch up in Sydney for New Years Eve. The firework should be great there 🙂 And if I’m staying in Sydney at this time, I’ll still have a good time. I really love speaking English all day long, it’s getting better and better. Especially when I talk to Germans it’s great to speak a language, where nobody of us is professional. Some of them are trying to speak German, but I don’t really care about German. I love English, and it’s one of the reasons why I’m here, to learn some English. So why speak German? I’m not like those Asian guys grouping together and talking their language all the time. That’s kind of boring. Not just for us, must be boring for them too. As soon as I’m kind of interested in Australians, I have to talk their language, otherwise I’ll fail. And nobodys’s perfect, especially not oversees students 🙂

Today we celebrated Kim’s farewell, she’s going to leave for Germany on Tuesday, We’re going to catch up somewhere in Europe probably. Would be quite cool. Some of the guys I met are going to be in Europe for the next semester. So there’s a good chance to meet some of them. Especially the Austrian guys from around Upper Austria. But Germany and Greece is not that far away either. It’s just exciting seeing all those people doing the same thing as so many other people, who already took this step.

By the way, this weekend was about halftime for my internship here. A bit of a summary for the last few weeks:

  • We got some search engine log data from a VERY famous computer company.
  • For the last few weeks, we’re trying to analyze this data
  • To get the data, we proposed a speacial thing to do with the data
  • Now we’re kind of running out of time: Just about next week to go, then we have to deliver results
  • We, this is are two Lab members, Gavin, Tim, and me.
  • So, tomorrow and over the weekend our nice little two Java programs are going to analyze the data
  • And at the beginning of next week we hopefully got a nice breakthrough 🙂

I’m helping here and there, trying to make things easier for the guys. I feel like an intern, and would never say to be something else. I read papers, but don’t do any serious research, I think about how to solve problems and suggest my ideas, but never really have all the responability to get results. So just how it’s meant to be, it’s great!

This week I got a parcel from Teneriffe. My parents went for vacation, and sent me a book and lollys from there. They also sent some nuts, but Australian Post decided to take out those nuts because of Quarantine reasons. I could send those nuts back to Austria, but it’s about 45 bucks to do this. Well, it’s about half a kilo of nuts, maybe I should do it…

So people, I hope you liked reading another post from Down Under. If you have any ideas, how to make this nice life a bit nicer, let me know. My grandmo is gonna send me some cookies for Christmas, hope those Post guys don’t eat them. And I also expect some Austrian guys on their around the world journey around Christmas, maybe we’re going to a nice island close to Adelaide before. The best thing for them: They probably can stay in my house in a room which is going to be empty for a few weeks. They just stay for a few days, so it should be no problem.

What I just thought of: There are a lot of blogs like this out there, especially about KWM internships around the world (see the link bar to the right). Most of people started to write, when their internship started. But it seems like the longer they do their internship, the less they write. Why’s that? I’d love to read a lot more about your daily life and work. What you’re doing in Vienna, what you’re thinking in Munich. What are you exploring in Stuttgart? And what about Berlin? What’s up in Wisconsin? Some people seem to write quite constantly and provide some insight to their lifes: I know whats up in Canada, and I know what’s going on in Stockholm. But there’s so much more outside. So, guys, please start writing again. I love reading your impressions from home and around the world 😉

Just another little thingy here: FH Hagenberg started again. That means, I have to do some stuff beside my internship over the Internet. That was quite tough in the first days for me. It just sucked. Reading all those posts and then trying to formulate my own opinion to a topic where everything has been said already. But now I’m getting more and more used to it.

To conclude with a questions: When there’s a person outside you are feeling very close to, how do you know what your relationship to this person is or could be? I thought about asking, which I might do. But sometimes words are just boring… 😉

Morning Hour Has Gold In It’s Mouth

Maybe I should stop translating German phrases into English… Today I got up at 6 am, and that’s very early compared to what I’m used to on weekends. (Not going out yesterday paid off obviously.) So I had the exciting idea to grab my picture cam and go for a run. There’s also another pic, which is more related to my last post.

Partytime With A Burned End

A great thing about living in Adelaide: There are parties almost everytime. At least on weekends. If one would like to get out on weekends, there’s not doubt that somewhere in your area something’s going on. In Adelaide City, Saturday’s the right day to stay awake till early in the morning. You can find a lot of pubs and clubs. But keep in mind to always carry your ID, in my case that’s the passport. Otherwise you could run into trouble trying to get in certain clubs. On my first Saturday night in town, of course I didn’t think of my ID and went to the city, which is a 30 minutes drive with the bus. Btw, public transport drivers in Australia are generally very helpful, as most of Australians are. If you ask for how to get somewhere, they always do as much as they can to guide you. And on that Saturday, I didn’t even had to pay for my bus ride, which is normally about 2 $ for one direction (the main reason was, that I wanted to pay with a 20 $ note and the driver had no change).

So I got on that bus, happy to ride for free, and after half an hour I arrived at a club called ‘Duke of York’. At half past eight, hardly any people were there, so I just made my way to the entrance, where a blonde girl waited for me. “May I see your ID please?” she asked me. “No, you can’t” I thought, I haven’t had it with me. “aahhm… well… here’s my International Student ID. How’s about that?” I asked, trying to look nice and handsome. But the blonde girl was very strict and answered: “I’m sorry, you can’t get in. I’m the manager. You can’t get in without an ID.” Damn it. I knew that it’s usual to carry your ID when going out in Australia, I did it in Sydney before. So I was kind of pissed off. After a few minutes, Gavin which whom I was supposed to meet, arrived and I told him my story, which pissed him off too. Moreover, he started complaining about my sport shoes. (Yes, maybe they look kind of crappy. But so many people weared sport shoes in Sydney, so I thought, well, why not me on a Saturday night?).

As there’s only one bus route I actually know to get from and to the city, I had to wait about 20 minutes for my bus home. Of course I wanted to go out that night, even if I wasted two hours to go home again to get my passport. That was my opinion when I waited for the bus. In fact, back at home, somehow I felt tired and my motivation for going out was gone. So I sent Gavin a message to chancel the meeting, he had some other friends to meet anyway. I felt hungry, put up a nice pot of rice and switched my notebook on. A few minutes later, my mobile indicated a message arrival, in which Gavin stated that they were betting either if I came back to the city or not. Two beers for me were the odds if I came. And I thought: ‘Well, he’s right, it’s my first night out in Adelaide, the club looked nice, I should really go out. And there are those beers!’ So I grabed my stuff, put on stylish leather shoes and a jacket and hurried up to catch the bus.

Beside the fact that I didn’t have to pay for the second bus ride to the city again (AdelaideMetro ftw!), after the first station I recognized it: No passport again! Damn! I was on the last bus to the city, so getting out, walking back, picking up the ID and catching another bus was no option at all. So I did the only possible thing that made sense: Trying to get in another time without passport. But instead with new shoes and jacket.

And guess what: It was as easy as it is for 14 year old teenagers in Austria to get into ‘Nachtschicht’ on weekends. I showed her (that time, it was another girl) my International Student ID again, and everybody was fine. The dance floor inside burned already, music was great and Gavin was really surprised to see me. After the first beers (the local Coopers is really worth a try!) and a nice chat with his friends we all made it to move our bodies to the hottest rythms on earth. We had a great time and enjoyed ourselfs til early in the morning.

At about 4 we (Charlotte, Rose, Gavin, me) decided to leave ‘Duke of Yorks’ to get out for some fresh air. Gavin hunted the whole night for Rose, but Rose played some games girls sometimes like to play. Those kind of games, where several guys are involved at the same time. Those games, were it seems like there’re loosers and winners (stupid, I don’t like those games). And it seemed like he lost (to him, IMHO the other homeboy didn’t had a chance at all!). Anyway, Charlotte (I think that was her name) was still after Gavin. So why not give it a try? They did, and we finally all crashed Rose’s place. She provided us with yummy pasta, and after another two hours we felt kind of tired and went to bed.

Unfortunately, Gavin had to get up at 8 again. Because I had no idea were I was (we went with the cab in the morning) I joined him. His brother picked him up, and after a short visit at his house I was dropped off at a bus station, where I expected a certain bus. Which didn’t show up. After one and a half hour I decided to try another bus, which first took me back to the city where I could take my default bus route home.

Four hours after getting up, I finally got off at my home station 33 (right next to McDonalds) and suddenly (surprisingly) felt very hungry. At that moment, I was thunderstruck! You know that feeling, when you forgot something very important, like an exam the next day and you didn’t learn anything yet? Increasing heartbeat rate and Adrenalin rush! When I was at home the night before, I actually didn’t intentioned to go back to the city. And I felt hungry. And I put a pot with rice on the gas stoven. And I didn’t turn the gas stove off when I left the house! So what could have happened? Either the whole house already burned down and there’s nothing more to rescue or some of my housemates smelled the burned rice and turned the cooker off. In both cases, it wouldn’t have had made anything better if I stressed myself and therefore went to McDonalds for two double-cheeseburger and a coffee.

Back at home, the house was still there. No smoke coming out of the door or windows. Inside it smelled a little bit. And the pot was… well, I bought a new one. Happy that nothing serious happend, I decided to stay at home and chilled with some old-school computer games after a nice Skype session with a great girl.

Finally Adelaide

Current local time: 09:45 am, sunny, 8 ° C. It’s Winter, and it can get pretty cold here, compared to other parts of Australia like Darwin, where todays high forecast is 32 ° C. Darwin is close to the Equator. Here in Adelaide min. today was 3 ° C. Woke up frozen last two nights. Somebody in here always turns the thermostat down to 13 ° C, which is imho way too low. I’d like to have it comfortable, with around 18 ° C I’m fine. In fact, I only got one thin blanket. Before my arrival, my landlord wrote that he’d provide pillow and blanket. Therefore I expected a “usual” blanket, like we’re used to in Europe, filled with feathers or similar. But I was wrong. So I’ll keep on asking my housemates not to turn down the thermostat to 13 ° C. Because it sucks to wake up and be cold.

Somehow I expected my housemates to be more “partyish”, but in fact they’re all quite quiet. I’m fine with that, nevertheless some kind of “Weekend-Welcome-Celebration” would had been neat. As far as I could figure it out, there’re three Australians (Jamie, Denzel, Daniel), one Malaysian (forgot the name), one Taiwanese (Jason) and me. I just recognized, that I’ve already met all of them. Well, they’re all enrolled in courses at the UniSA (University of South Australia). First I met Denzel, who’s doing some kind of mobile networking stuff. Then Daniel showed up for a few seconds. After that short introduction, I entered my 16 m² room with everything a student need: comfy chair, desk, cabinet, book rack, commode and bed. Call me gay, but personally I like the pink carpet floor. It’s nice to walk on.

So after exploring my room, my landlord Lionel showed up, to do some formal paper work and show me around. First impression was: nice guy. We’re about to do some kind of house meeting once in a while. Next is supposed to be on Friday. Lionel wants to know everything when it comes to things that are broken, so if anything breaks, he’d like to know that directly. Daniel’s cooling system broke sometime ago, but somehow Lionel hasn’t repaired it yet. Daniel feels like Lionel expects him to admit that it was his (Daniel’s) fault. So maybe it’s better not to break anything, even if it’s not my fault…

Next I met Jamie and the Malaysian guy. Jamie does his Bachelor in Education and works on Saturdays at a camping store. The other guy is doing a Bachelor in Civil Aviation. He’s going to tell pilots where to fly and land. He’s looking for part time work, just arrived six weeks ago from Singapore, where he worked for two and half a year as a school assistant, planning students plans and stuff. Last one I met was Jason. He did nighshift from Friday to Saturday, beside that I don’t know anything about him yet.

In short, to me it seems like we’re going to come along. After meeting everybody I went to that foodstore around the corner, about 10 minutes walk, and bought some stuff for meal: meat, sausage, cheese, rice, bread and stuff. There’s also a video store, a bakery, a camping store, an ATM (bankomat) and some other stores, a kindergarden and a community centre. The area I live is called Montague Farm, where all streets are named after Australians who died in the Vietnam war. It’s a pretty nice neighbourhood, and as Kathi already mentioned, the area looks like an American suburb. In fact it is a suburb in the North of Adelaide, about 20 minutes by bus to Adelaide City. The day trip ticket is 4 $ for students when purchased on the bus.

Yesterday, after brekky I walked around Montague Farm and finally got on the bus to Adelaide City at Mawson Lakes. Tried to find a nice pre-paid mobile deal and some additional blankets. Finally got back home with a tasty 7$-200g-Haigh’s chocolate bar, some drugstore articles, food and a pack of Tooheys beer. Spent the evening watching TV, talking to some housmates and watching Helge Schneiders Praxis Dr. Hasenbein, a funny weird German movie.

"My" house

"My" house

Montague Farm - Nice area around

Montague Farm - Nice area around

Black swans near the Adelaide Festival Centre

Black swans near the Adelaide Festival Centre

Sunset pictured next to the Adelaide Festival Centre

Sunset pictured next to the Adelaide Festival Centre

Last days in Sydney

Visited the Sydney Fish Market on Wednesday early in the morning. Got up at 6, which was even too late to watch the fish auction, which takes place every morning. Right after the auction, the fish is sold in the surrounding areas.

Store around Sydney Fish Market

Store around Sydney Fish Market

“If our fish would be fresher, it would sill swim” some signs around that area teach me. Overall, the market wasn’t that interesting. I couldn’t find any motivation to eat fish at 07:30 in the morning, so I left for Coogee Beach to make my walk up to the famous Bondi Beach.

On that five hours walk, I came along a couple of beaches: Coogee Beach, Gordons Beach, Clovelly Beach, Nelson Beach, Tamarama and Mackenzies Beach and finally Bondi (“Bondhaih”) Beach. In fact, they all looked quite similar. On Coogee beach were a lot of mothers with their children, Nelson had some quite big waves and in Bondi surfers crowded the sea.

Coogee Beach

Coogee Beach

Amazing cliffs all the way

Amazing cliffs all the way

Quite high

Don't look down, don't look down...

Look back

Look back

Surfers in the sea at Bondi

Surfers in the sea at Bondi

At Bondi I met with Daisy. We were room mates during my stay at the Chilli Blue hostel. Daisy is currently on a RTW (round the world) trip, and looking for a job in Sydney, but it’s hard to find anything without working/student visa. We spent a couple of nice hours in Bondi and enjoyed each other (that sounds nasty, in fact it wasn’t). In the evening we went out, which wasn’t that fun as Friday before, nevertheless we had some beers and a good time.

Then on Thursday, I didn’t made it to the Harbour Bridge for a climb. Instead I visited the National Maritime Museum, which I got a voucher for. That takes me to another point: If you’re planning to stay in Sydney for a few days, buy a Monorail day trip first. If you do so, you’ll get a nice ride with the Monorailand beside that, some nice vouchers, for example 20 % for the museum mentioned, 15 % for the Sydney Tower and some others.

National Maritime Museum, HMAS Vampire

National Maritime Museum, "HMAS Vampire" and a submarine

Me shooting the Sydney skyline

Me shooting the Sydney skyline

"HMAS Vampire" radar

"HMAS Vampire" radar

Submarine torpedo loading room

Submarine torpedo loading room

Submarine machine room

Submarine machine room

Where I'd like to marry on sometime

Where I'd like to marry on sometime

Rest of the day I spent on Pitt Street again, watching people and listening to some musicians. Bought an album from Santos, a Melbourne based guitarist, fusing Flamenco, Latin and Jazz. Sounds like the Gypsy Kings. On my way home, the Chinese Massage Mafia (please don’t be offended, I’m just kidding) caught me. They’re just everywhere, both Asians and those tiny massage places. An Asian woman suddenly appeared and invited me:”come on, sit down, one minute for free…” Of course I did. “”Ooh you are tired, you are soo tired… what about neck massage, only 15 $”. Yeah, why not? It’s my last day. After that awsome massage I bought an extra back massage, both for 20 $ and half an hour, a pretty good deal.

The next day, Friday, I got up at 07:30 in the morning, went for breakfast at 08:00, bought my daily coffee-to-go next to the hostel at 09:00 and was picked up by the airport shuttle at 09:15. Two and half an hour later, the flight to Adelaide departured. Arrived at 2 pm local time, an hour later than expected. Bought another coffee, hopped on a taxi and finally arrived at 7 Paterson Road, Pooraka, South Australia 5095. So if anybody would like to send anything: that’s my new address for the next six months, hurray!