Thursday, January 2, 2020

Happy New Year!

Happy new year, everyone! It's been quite a while since I posted on this blog and since I decided to spend the bulk of 2020 away from home I figured I'd revive it.  Similarly to when I've traveled in the past, I'm not promising anyone that I'll keep up with posting, but I'll try... at least for a little while. :) If you find yourself looking at some old posts, please give me a lot of grace while you do so.  I often posted from my phone and/ or while I was tired so typos and sentences that don't quite make sense are more common than is comfortable for me. I'm also entirely too lazy to go back and try to fix any of it.

This year new year's eve was an interesting one for me in that I didn't really have one.  I departed Buffalo, NY on December 30 and arrived in Brisbane, Australia on January 1.  At what point in my travels it was December 31 and for how long I really don't know.  I asked a flight attendant if she knew when we'd actually hit midnight and she didn't know, but told me she'd find out. I promptly fell asleep after asking her about it and never revisited the topic except for during landing when she told me she'd stop at the bottle shop on the way home so that she could have a champagne breakfast. I felt like if we met under different circumstances we'd be friends.

All in all my travel to Australia went smoothly, but traveling across the world really kicks your ass no matter how well it plays out. Honestly, worse than the long flight across the Pacific were the domestic flights.  It took me about 11 hours to get to LAX from Buffalo via Atlanta. Ooooof. I was quite lucky to have a nice couple with an 11-month old baby sit next to me.  Henry nursed through take off and then passed out in a milk coma for the majority of the flight.
My layover in Atlanta was mostly summed up by me inhaling Shake Shack too fast and then feeling nauseous for about two hours. Why won't we have one of those in Rochester?? It's so delicious!  The real excitement of being in Atlanta was me realizing that one of my favorite tennis players, Madison Keys, was on the same fight path as me to Brisbane. I discovered this by looking at her Instagram story, which made me feel a little bit like a stalker. I'll admit I got a little giddy realizing that this professional athlete that I've followed for years was going to be in the same space I was.  It felt serendipitous and like some kind of surreal stamp of approval for my trip by the universe, seeing as my main motivation for coming to Australia was to go to the Australian Open.  I tried to avoid being a total spazz and respect her space, but a friend of a friend who knows her encouraged me to say hi and ask her for a picture if I saw her.  I didn't think that I would because I assumed that she was hanging out in the first class lounge, but after coming back from the bathroom and moving my seat I turned at the exact right moment and saw her walking by.  I cringe because I know I sounded like the exact person I didn't want to be,"Hi Madison, I'm sorry to bother you but I just wanted to let you know I'm a big fan..." Vomit. Of course she was super nice and took a picture with me. I'm clearly cheesing in this picture. I'm going to have to work on that.

When I arrived at LAX and was staring down a 14-hour flight I took advantage of the opportunity to upgrade to an exit row seat. When the cabin doors closed my seat mate and I were lucky enough to have an empty middle seat between us. We were also practically ecstatic when the pilot informed us that our documented flight time of 14 hours and 10 minutes was downgraded to 12 hours and 45 minutes. Don't ask me how that happened. They didn't even say they were making that time up in the air. It was as if we had the wrong estimated flight time from the beginning.

I can't complain about the long flight because I actually slept through most of it, which really surprised me. It seems that the extra leg room really made a difference - well, that, a new travel pillow, and a sleeping pill. (Side note: I cannot recommend the Trtl Travel Pillow enough, particularly for a girl like me who has a long neck and for whom traditional travel pillows do nothing.  You can check out a review of it here. I agree with the reviewer's comments about the downsides being packability and the pillow cumbersome when trying to wear headphones, but something he didn't say was how amazingly soft the fleece is.  It helped keep me warm on the cold, cold plane ride.) The last time I had a major flight like that was when I flew to Hong Kong and I remember being awake much more than this time. I legitimately think I slept for about 8 or 9 hours out of the trip and mainly in two chunks of about 3 to 4 hours at a time.  Sleeping this well really helped me be more rested for a full first day as well as keeping me from being super irritable.

After I landed I had another few hours of a layover and then was off to Prosperpine, which took about 1.5 hours. I slept through most of that flight, but managed to wake up for the snack. Weird that I would do that, huh? LOL Two notes about Virgin Australia: 1) The service was excellent. 2) The food was not. The two meals on the flight over the Pacific were gross. They aligned well with the stereotype of airline food being disgusting.  When I flew to Air China a few years ago their food was quite yummy so I probably had unrealistic expectations.  Something that was pretty cool was that on the long flight Virgin Australia had a little compartment in the bulkhead where they left water, juice, muesli bars, and fruit so that if you woke up during the flight and needed a little sustenance you could just go up and grab it. I'd never seen that before. On my flight from Brisbane to Prosperpine they offered a snack of a muesli bar or chickpea salt and vinegar bites.  I took the salt and vinegar bites.  They were really interesting in that I didn't love them, but I can imagine slowly becoming addicted to them. They definitely grew on me the more I ate.  I don't know if this was a move motivated by improving healthy decision-making, but I was also offered water, coffee, tea, or juice on this flight. I desperately wanted a Coke, but it was $4! So I passed and had water instead. I was pretty proud of myself because throughout the entire trip I did a really good job of mainly drinking water.  I only had ginger ale on one flight because my stomach was feeling unsettled.

As always seems to happen, my plan was to write about my entire first day in Australia, but it's 7:42 PM and I'm finding it difficult to keep my eyes open.  Spoiler alert: I did a great job staying up yesterday and didn't go to sleep at all until about 8:30 PM. I slept through the night like a rock and woke up a 5:30 AM ready to go. Of course, I told myself to F off and made myself go back to sleep for a few hours. My stimulant for my narcolepsy helps me adjust to the time change much better than if I had to deal with the jet lag 100% naturally, but it still seems to be creeping up on me. Days 1 and 2 will have to wait until next time. G'night!

Saturday, February 18, 2017

Argentinian Glacier

I've been back in the USA for just slightly over a month and feel like I still haven't actually caught my breath. As is always in the beginning of a new semester this one started fast right out of the gate. The Spring semester typically feels faster than the Fall, but in some regard I still can't believe we're only two weeks away from Spring Break. I've spent these past four weeks prepping my classes, planning senior theses with students, traveling to NYC for a long weekend of networking our sport management club, and starting to plan our end of the year banquet (yeah, already).

I've been meaning to post more pictures from my trip and cover some of the parts of the trip that I didn't get to do while abroad, but when I have a couple hours to relax all I want to do is sleep or zone out. So don't be surprised if every once in a while I end up posting random pictures from the South American Adventure in an odd order. It likely will have no logic behind it, except to say that it will likely be what I feel like I can handle in the moment.

When I first returned to the States and anxiously downloaded the photos from my camera something really weird happened.  I was stoked to see that some of the photos are just breathtaking and came out better than I ever imagined my little Cyber Shot could take.  But amongst some of the stunning photos are splotches - dark spots in the same exact location over and over. Now, I know that sounds like it was probably just a smudge of dirt or a raindrop on the lens, but what's weird about this is that the spots aren't in every photo. It occurs at seemingly random intervals - picture 3, picture 7, picture 8, picture 10, etc.  At first I thought a series of the pictures within the total set had the marks, but then I recognized the tainted photos weren't sequential.  The only way I can make any sense of that is maybe there was something on the lens that caught the sunlight at only certain times. I really don't know. In the previous paragraph I said that the content of my future posts will likely be related to what I feel like I can handle in the moment.  That's because I have to edit some of the photos to try to minimize those smudges.

Here are some more of the photos from the Argentina Glacier National Park.









 






 






















 






Saturday, January 14, 2017

Coming to America... Today!

Today Melissa and I begin the long journey home. I will spend about 30 hours on planes and in airports as I leave Punta Arenas and bid my final farewell to Chile in Santiago. Then, I'll get the privilege of experiencing Peruvian immigration and customs as I take a pit stop in Lima. I'll enter the good old US of A via Miami, where I'll get the pleasure of visiting with immigration and customs again. From Miami it'll be smooth flying to Philly, where I will proceed to spit on any Flyers gear I see, and then off to Rochester after a relatively quick layover. Easy-peasy, right?

I would appreciate any prayers for a safe, easy, and comfortable flight. 

If I can manage, I'll write some more posts along the way because there's still so much more to say about our South American Adventure! 

Thursday, January 12, 2017

Pictures from Day 4 on the W



 

 

 




I'm not fooling anyone. I want to go home.

Day 4 on the W: From Camp Frances to Camp Torres

 Today was a disaster for me, a straight up disaster. I slept awful again, despite setting up camp in a fairly serene setting. Camp Frances was a series of wooden platforms nestled into the woods across the side of the mountain. It was really quite quaint. The trees were tall and straight and seemed to bear most of the brunt from the wind. I initially said that the wind sounded like a train running through, but I later amended my statement because it's more accurate to liken the sound of the wind to water rushing out of a dam. I wish I could have captured the sound. I cell phone recording didn't come close to doing it justice. If I closed my eyes I could picture the wind as swirling and gathering in the distance before it rushed out up above our tent. If I wasn't so miserable it would have been magical.

Because of the wind I was freezing most of the night. I really struggled with my sleeping bag. Before the trip I bought a Big Agnes 20 degree plus sleeping bag. I should have been golden. I found myself oscillating between being chilly and being sweaty, which I don't think helped me get warm in the long run. I tried sleeping in just a shirt and gave it the good old college try for about 30 to 45 minutes, but was FREEZING and had to eventually put more clothing on. Ultimately, when I could stay directly on my sleeping pad sleeping on my back I did alright, but if I flipped to my side and slept in a spoon position a bit of my body would hang off the side of the pad. Because our tent was positioned on a wooden platform every time the wind would gust we'd get air pushing through the floor of our tent and then through the part of my sleeping bag that was hanging off the sleeping pad. All in all I think the temperature rating of my sleeping bag was fine, but it wasn't wind proof. The noise of the wind and the cold made for an awful night for me with practically no sleep at all. 

Fatigue would have been one thing, but after getting just a little sleep in the early morning I woke up sick. I had a sore through and could feel congestion settling into my nose and my chest. I was not happy to be feeing this way, but at the same time thankful that I didn't start feeling poorly until day four.  Despite all my hopes of avoiding her, Aunt Flo came to visit right before we started the trail. If you don't know what I'm talking about, just consider yourself lucky and keep on reading. What sucks is that I had very low energy, felt like someone was sitting on my chest all day, and had been feeling particularly positive. Oh, I completely forgot to mention that while we have been blessed with pretty amazing weather, even with the wind, today it started to rain. We oscillated between a fine mist and downright right all day and never managed to catch a truly sunny moment. This did very little to help me feel better.

I set my intention at the start of the day to be focused on the positive aspects of my day and it was quite the challenge. I like to think that it's mind over matter and that I can make any day a positive day, but it just did not happen for me at all today. 

Today was our longest hike - about 5.5 hours total. It doesn't sound like all that much, but when you consider it included elevation changed on the side of a mountain in the wind and the rain while carrying an extra 40 pounds or so... yeah, it's a bit of a longer hike. I was miserable through 95% of it. The trail map showed the changes in elevation and showed a big inclined within our first hour of hiking, but then was supposed to be a gradual decrease in elevation with some oscillating elevation changes. I maintain the map lied. It felt like a near constant uphill climb to me. Every bit of my body screamed at me for those 5.5 hours. My head pounded and my chest hurt. My positivity mantra changed to a chant of survival. My internal dialogue was a constant stream of reminders that it was impossible to give up, that the only way off the mountain was to walk there myself. The wind was the strongest we had experienced yet - 45 mph! There were gusts that literally pushed me from my stance. I joked that I managed not to fall off the mountain, but if it was going to happen it would have happened today. I wish I could have gotten a picture to show the line of hikers digging it and bracing ourselves against the wind on the side of the mountain. It's something that as I think about now is a bit more scary to me than it was in the moment. 

We finally arrived at Camp Torres and I felt absolutely miserable. I was barely dragging my feet and trying to dig as deep as possible for motivation to continue to our specific campsite and help set up our tent. As soon as we did I forced myself to change out of my sweaty clothes and to down some water. I then crashed and slept for a little more than an hour. When I woke I felt some of my energy restored, but unfortunately I felt like the cold set into my head and chest even more. 

While I slept Melissa hung out in the Refugio and mulled over our plans for tomorrow with a hot chocolate.  I was relieved when she suggested that we catch the last bus "home" to Puerto Natales instead of hiking our fifth day as originally planned. The weather report called for more rain and obstructed views, which meant it was pretty pointless to hang around and for me to push through another cold night and another day of hard hiking in the rain. So, we packed up as fast as we could and caught the last bus. Our time on the W has come to an end.