Thursday, 28 June 2012

Holy Cow!

Today I met someone I've been hoping to meet (and thank) for the past four years. Sarah Macdonald, author of Holy Cow! An Indian Adventure.

My life would never be the same after reading this book, as a sophomore in college back in 2009. I had never thought seriously about traveling abroad before, I just wanted to hang out with friends and enjoy living in America. Four months after finishing Holy Cow, I was on a plane to India.

There are still some lines in that book I can still recall, such as how she describes a bus like "kamikaze cans squeezing out a chunky sauce of arms and legs" and when she visited back in Sydney she took "big gulps of fresh air." As a wide-eyed 19-year-old, this land and culture was absolutely and perfectly fascinating. My love affair with the Indian subcontinent started when I nannied one summer for an Indian family in Holliston and was intrigued by exotic scents in their household, the small ceremony the dad would do every morning before leaving, the colorful fabrics and saris around the house. I also read Jhumpa Lahiri's two books, The Namesake and Interpreter of Maladies, one a novel and the latter a collection of stories, each richly layered with Indian culture. But Holy Cow sealed the deal and affirmed that I would just ahve to see this place for myself. I did, and it changed the course of my life. I spent three weeks volunteering outside of Delhi, I was constantly bombarded with the smells, sights and sounds of India. It was pretty full-on, and could not be farther from life in the quiet suburbs of Boston. (Here's my blog I kept during my travels in India).

I had the pleasure of telling all this to Sarah when she came to BU this week to give a guest lecture  on travel writing to our journalism students. I was made aware that she would lecture back in August and I've been waiting literally all year for this introduction. During her lecture, she spoke about her recent trip to Viet Nam and writing a travel piece about her experience there. A few tips she gave the class was to read short stories/fiction from the country which you are visiting, it deepens the experience. She talked a lot about the writing of Holy Cow (which I loved, the inside story!) She began writing the book from two different perspectives: the first after her 10-day silent meditation session in Dharamsala, and the second from the world's largest spiritual festival, the Kumbh Mela. She wanted to explore how rapidly India was changing. She also went into detail about being in Pakistan when September 11th happened, the clash of civilizations.

It was great to hear her talk about moments I remembered in the book, like when she gave India the finger the first time she went, vowing she would never be back. She signed my book and took this:



Me and Sarah Macdonald, author of Holy Cow!




Sunday, 10 June 2012

Sydney Film Festival




From the award-winning film Beasts of the Southern Wild
The cold, heavy rain last week signaled not only the start of winter here in the southern hemisphere, but also the 59th Sydney Film Festival. I was fortunate enough to get a last-minute ticket through work to attend opening night at the regal State Theatre, and the premier of Not Suitable for Children. It was fabulous.
On the red carpet!
I accompanied the 4 film students who are studying here in Sydney in time for the festival, we got all dressed up to the nines and fled through the rain to the magnificent State Theatre in downtown Sydney. At the entrance was the red carpet (which despite our protests, we were not allowed to walk through…) with all the directors, producers and actors in the festival posing for photographs. I distinctly remember one actor who was hiiiiilarious to watch as he posed for the camera-- he would turn to the camera, and squint his eyes, purse his lips. Sound familiar? Yes, I too am sure he got his inspiration from the movie Zoolander. It was exciting to witness the glamour of the red (albeit small) carpet.


This guy
Once we piled into the plush velvet red seats with our exorbitantly priced popcorn, we heard speeches from the Chairman of the SFF, Director of the festival Nashen Moodley, the Lord Mayor of Sydney Clover Moore, and the director of the opening film, Peter Templeman. The film was fantastic--about a playboy living in the Inner West of Sydney who finds out he has testicular cancer, and has less than a month to procreate. The results are hilarious. Starring Ryan Kwanten (best known for his thick Louisiana accent on True Blood, even though he's Aussie) and the beautiful Sarah Snook.


At the State Theatre

After the film, I ran into half the cast in the Butterfly Lounge, a fancy-schmancy bathroom in the State Theatre. Sarah Snook was standing behind me! So I casually asked if I could take a photo next to her…
The after-party was at the swanky Bungalow 8 in Darling Harbour, with an open bar! Instead of mingling with famous Aussie celebrities and what-not, I chose the more fun route…which involved doing Totoro impressions and talking about other Miyazaki films with my friend Eddie.


Actress Sarah Snook and Ryan Corr





Tuesday, 5 June 2012

Under the Sails


Sydney Vivid Festival
This week kicks off the Vivid Festival, a festival that celebrates light, music and ideas, and one of the best winter festival in the southern hemisphere. The whole city is aglow with light installations, projections, like little dancing fairies across the city skyline. One of the main attractions of course is the "Lighting of the Sails" on the Sydney Opera House. A chosen artist every year is given the task of projecting different images and illusions on the sails of the Opera House.
Lighting the Sails of the Opera House

Vivid Live celebrates music and invites some big-name artists such as Florence + the Machine and Karen O from the Yeah Yeah Yeahs to perform at the Opera House in time for the festival. Drew organized for a few of us from BU to go and see Sufjan Stevens perform at the Opera House- my first time seeing a show there. It was a phenomenal show, and fit in perfectly with the festival's theme. It focused on the solar system, which each song dedicated to a particular planet. Sufjan was adorable and gave us a little 3rd grade astronomy lesson for each planet. I actually learned some cool facts, such as the largest mountain in our solar system in on Mars, and is three times the size of Everest! Crazy!

Sufjan Stevens live at the Sydney Opera House
In the center of the stage was a giant orb, which they illuminated and illustrated with light. It was very trippy--we agreed that we felt like we were all on drugs. The music they produced was highly experimental and overall an awesome show. I've finally seen a show at the Opera House! Although I would recommend seeing a show rather than a concert...












Mount Arapiles

Oli on Kachooong!
Our first climb at Arapiles was called Arachnus, a grade 9 climb that goes straight up the Watchtower Face on the eastern part of Mt Arapiles. What is this place you ask? I asked myself that same question continuously, this mysterious, perfect rock that rises up out of flat farmland in Western Victoria.

Juggy juggy juggy!
Geologists have several theories about the origins of Arapiles-- my favourite is "The Asteroid Theory," basically that a giant asteroid fell from space and hit the sandstone that was underwater millions of years ago. Over time, and will the help of seawater, this fusion of rock has formed the sandstone/quartz that you find at Arapiles...there are other theories. But it's hard to find rock this good quality anywhere in the world. Arapiles is one of those mythical places that travelers will go, planning to stay only 2 weeks, and a year later they're still there. I can easily see why-- there's over 3,000 recorded climbs at Arapiles, and still counting. The history of climbing, starting in the early 1960s, is also fascinating. I found it very fitting that the last climb I did there with Nath was the second climb recorded at Arapiles (Siren, grade 10).

Nathan leading Agamemnon, a fun but scary chimney
I had had only one day of practicing to climb trad with Nath at Mt. Piddington in the Blueys, but this was the place to learn. Some of the most classic climbs at Arapiles aren't especially difficult, which means everyone (including me) gets to enjoy them. This is not at all the case in the Blue Mountains, where most of the classics are graded super hard, 23+.

Placing gear: how to protect yourself while climbing trad. I placed that bomber wire!!
A few of the climbs we did: Piccolo on the Organ Pipes (a section that actually looks like organ pipe), Agamemnon Chimney, Muldoon with 3 stars. The day we climbed Muldoon, we were climbing next to one of Australia's greatest climbing legends, Louise Shepherd, who made a name for herself back in the 70s and 80s. She lives in the local town of Natimuk, and climbs everyday, and she's over 60!

One night, it was unusually warm and we decided to go night-climbing. We strapped on our head torches and set out from camp to the Organ Pipes to climb a 2-pitch grade 11 in the moonlight. The stars were unreal, but under the full moon it was so bright you barely needed a head torch. The climb was great, but unfortunately we got super lost at the top to get down (few anchors in Araps, so you can't always rappel back down). In the darkness, we couldn't find the track to lead us down the back, so we spent 2+ hrs bushbashing our way through the woods, trying to spot cairns and lead us to the next one. At one point, we were so lost, we were in a small canyon that was clearly another dead end. But we finally found a trail down the back, and by 2am we at last made it back.

We were teaching Nath some French, while Oli learned/improved his English. He's improved a lot, at forming phrases, asking questions, and especially cursing in English. When the 3 of us climbed, Nath would say all the protocol in French, like "DĂ©part!" or yell the colour of the rope he was climbing on, "Jaune, c'est moi!" It was a good way to practice his French.
Me leading the first pitch at Tiptoe Ridge

I did a few leads, one practice one on a small little crag separate from the Mount, an easy but steep grade 5, just in time to lead Tip Top Ridge the following day, in 4 pitches. The boys practically solo-ed the entire thing since it took me so long to place gear and build an anchor at each belay spot. But still, it was good practice to learn to build anchors, and how to belay on two different ropes through your ATC.

Belaying the boys from the anchor
The wildlife is all so incredible! There are kangaroos everywhere, cute little rock wallabies, and wallabies. I even saw an echidna 50m below when Oli and I were climbing The Bard (it was a momentary and much-needed distraction from the terrifying traverse I was on). The birds are insane-- you hear them all, especially in teh morning. Kookaburras even sound like monkeys-- plus lorikeets, parrots, cockatoos, wedge-tailed eagles (known as wedgies), kestrels, magpies, and other little fat birds.

The not-so-fun side of the wildlife here were the mice. No matter where we stashed our food, they would find it. First we tried in Nath's tent, then the car trunk, then discovered that the mice had gotten into the car and were eating through all the bread. We thought we had devised the perfect plan to store it in a Tupperware--until someone left the top too close to the stove and melted it. Back to square one. Finally we did like in the Smoky Mts (with da bears) and strung up a bag on a rope on a tree (possums, anyone?)

An echidna, we spotted this cute cuddly little thing one day
One afternoon Oli and I climbed The Bard, a classic at Arapiles, 5 pitches at grade 12 ("Grade 12 my ass! So much harder.") with two truly terrifying traverses. In retrospect, the traverses weren't really that bad, it was the mindset that it was a grade 12 and would be easy. In fact, for the first traverse there are no hand holds, so you just have to rely on your feet to get you across....except there are no footholds either. When I started the traverse, I started full-out panicking, something I haven't done in a while--- the kind of panic attack where you just want to cry like a 5 year old, stomp your feet and say "I want to go down!" (It was at this moment by the way that I saw the echidna below, and almost forgot about my predicament!) But the last two pitches of The Bard were gorgeous, Oli did a fine job leading them. Nath sat this one out, but asked me to translate "Have Fun!" into French so he could spell it out on the ground while we climbed 100m above. We played a joke on Oli and this is what we wrote instead:

French lesson #34: "Oli-- va chier"
On Monday of our second week, we did a half day at the Pharos, a big block of stone fully detached from the Mount, and some of the most gorgeous rock in all of Arapiles. "Lamplighter" was a grade 14, known as "a 25 for the price of a 14". Gorgeous arĂȘtes, lots of funky climbing and traversing across the back of the Pharos. There were a few hard moves but luckily Oli was right behind me, showing me how to shift my weight and reposition to optimize the hold.

Kaiser Resignation (or we call Kaiser Regeneration) was a blast, straight up through the heart of Tiger Wall in 5 pitches. The boys took turns leading the pitches, and I led the 12 at the top which was great because I felt like I was actually contributing. To get back down off the cliff from Tiger Wall, you have to pass through Ali Baba's cave, a cool cave at the top of the Mount, that leads you through to the other side where you can abseil down. It's like a castle!

One night Nath took the time to teach me how to do a few rescue maneuvers, such as how to use a prussic (a simple cord that you wrap around your rope to pull someone up). I built a practice anchor, then built a super simple pulley system to hoist up Nath (playing my dummy, who's supposedly knocked unconscious); as well as Nath showed me how to prussic up the rope on my own, if I were ever stuck--useful stuff if you or your partner is ever stuck in a crevasse.


Discussing anchors on Eskimo Nell
At night around the campfire, the boys would exchange and teach other different knots, while I would practice mine in the corner (and fail miserably... )

On our second to last day, Oli climbed "Kachoong!", an epic and picturesque roof, grade 21. He didn't go the right way out of the roof, missed the piton and took a hard 10m fall against the rock. We thought he might have fractured his heel bone; Nath whittled him a crutch.

My last climb was with Nath on Siren, a gorgeous grade 9, like an easier Watchtower Crack with nice moves. The last pitch was epic, good gear the whole way except for the last crack which was a bit run off. But the thrill of leading it was priceless. It all clicked!
Oli, me and Nath with Mt Arapiles behind us















Sunday, 3 June 2012

Roadtrip to Arapiles

The BU Sydney "spring" semester (technically it's fall here in Australia) ended as abruptly as it began back in January. All of sudden, it was the end of the program, students were flying home, and I was gearing up for a two-week adventure down to Mt Arapiles, a mythical climbing spot in Western Victoria.

My first kangaroo spotting!
Oli was here visiting for his second trip down under, he couldn't get enough of Sydney (and the Blue Mts) the first trip in March, so he was back just in time for my holiday time. We left town on a train, up to Katoomba to meet my friend Nathan and begin our 14-hr journey to Araps. We drove out of the Blueys towards Lithgow, then Bathurst, then to the middle of nowhere for a long time-- we finally hit the bustling metropolis (just kidding) of Wagga Wagga sometime around 11pm.

Climbing outside Wagga Wagga at Rock Hill
Wagga Wagga is the largest inland city in Australia...which isn't saying much at all. We camped 40 minutes outside of Wagga, near "The Rock," (also aptly named Rock Hill, because that's exactly what it is). We made this slight detour to climb for a day at Rock Hill, similar climbing to Araps because of the quality of the rock, plus it's on trad. We made camp under a little shelter, woke up early to spot two kangaroos not too far away in the woods. One of them even had a little joey poking out of its pouch. It was the first time I (and Oli) had seen a kangaroo in the wild-- and it was everything I had hoped for. They are awesome creatures! And only found on this continent, which is rad. Friday we spent most of the day climbing, two routes that were under 16, both on trad. The second climb was up a magnificient crack, then out from under a roof to the top. I was slightly terrified, but Nath was right behind me on a second rope so it was all good.

Bomber anchor
[For those of you reading this and not sure what trad is, it stands for "traditional climbing" or placing your own protection. Instead of fixed bolts like in sport climbing, trad revolves around natural protection, or not leaving anything permamnent in the rock. It's a totally different headspace and mentality than sport. Gear includes wires (also called nuts), and cams (also called "friends"). Depending on the rock and your options for placing gear, you can choose between wires, cams or slings.]

I'm the master of the slings
We hit the road around 2pm to continue to drive south, I had been driving for only 20min when I got pulled over in Nowhere Ville, and slapped with $200 speeding fine. Here's the thing: they have these huge stretches of road with 100km/hr speed limits (about 60mph), but these little towns are scattered every 10km, where the speed limit abruptly changes to 50k/hr. Before you know it, you're no longer cruising but going very fast in a small town. Anyway, I had to learn my lesson the hard way. Kept me in line for the rest of the trip! I didn't go a single kilometer over the speed limit. Albury NSW, right on the border of NSW and VIC was our next pitstop for groceries, petrol and lunch, before we began the long haul to Arapiles. We drove all through the night, past these little country towns in rural Victoria with nothing more than a pub and a sorry little petrol station. It was awesome though to see this side of Australia--small town Australia. The past 10 months I've been living here I've stuck to the main cities on the East Coast; this was a real transformation and a true insight into the heart of this country.

After hitting Horsham, it was after midnight by the time we pulled into the campsite at Arapiles, the Gums, not the Pines since that's where the majority of the hippie climbers (and schoolkids) camp. Oli and I quickly pitched our tent, took turns blowing up the stupid air mattress (why didn't we spend an extra $10 on a stupid pump!?).

And the next day commence 12 days of amazing climbing....