How many Fulbrighters does it take to give directions?
To those of you who have had the pleasure of eating Mike's cookies--HAHAHA! He's baking some right now!!!! I get all the cookies! Tonight he's trying a twist of adding "desicated coconut" to the batter. (Australian unsweetened shredded coconut.) We weren't sure if the recipe could be improved upon, but the answer is yes, yes it can. WOW, those are some good cookies :o)
Yesterday we had a lovely adventure, a kind of which we have not had in quite some time. We were invited to an informal Fulbright gathering, so say goodbye to some old Fulbrighters and welcome in the new ones. Mike felt he should go, and I was invited, too, so we thought we'd have a pleasant trip out to Balmoral. We're also looking at a few apartments in that area, so thought we'd kill two birds with one stone.
Janet Flint, the crazy lady who picked us up at the airport with a TINY car, was hosting this shindig, and had sent directions. So, following said directions, we took the train north to the Chatswood station. We were then to catch the 257 bus to Balmoral Beach. We headed to the west side of the station, where all the bus stops are. We found the 256 and the 258 buses, but not 257. I asked a guy at the ticket stand, and he had no idea. We sat down in a typical posture of Australian resignation when suddenly I remember that the west side was NOT the only side with bus stops. We trotted off to the east side, only to see the backside of bus 257 departing. It was half an hour to the next bus.
We sat down and waited, and in half an hour, 257 came back. The ride began, and we began to notice that we were driven in a circle--down south and then back north almost to where we had started from before heading out east. We could've left from a complete different train station and cut 45 minutes off our trip! We finally entered into the town of Balmoral, and Mike, who was carefully watching the maps, said we should get off. We had a very pleasant 10 minute walk down through some beautiful residential areas with a gorgeous view of the open ocean. However, when we got to the bottom of the hill, we found that our end goal of our walk...was the same as the end goal of bus #257. !!! At least we knew where the bus stop to go home was......
Mike had been told that the party was at 1/66 Lower Almora. Unfortunately, there was no such place. I had a fit of the giggles, but the beach was right there, and why should I care if I never met some stuffy Fulbrighters? We took a walk out onto one peninsula where Mike saw a Fulbrighter he recognized. The guy waved at him, or so we thought--turns out he was waving at his baby daughter and didn't even recognize Mike. We had a few awkward moments with this guy--he did NOT get to be a Fulbrighter based on his social skills! Turns out the party was at 1/6 Lower Almora. Har. Convinced by this man's lack of social skills we decided the rest of the party would probably be a bust, and since he said it was almost over by now due to our circuitous bus ride, scrapped the whole thing. We had a lovely bowl of seafood chowder looking over the ocean.
After our soup, we decided to catch the 257 back, except to get off at the closer train station and save ourselves that 45 minutes. There was a bus driver who was on his break, but we knew he had to be Mr. 257. We were right; he flipped his sign to say "257 to Chatswood" and we eagerly stood by his door, waiting to climb back into some warmth. (Ocean breezes are a bit nippy at this time of year!) He saw us, pointed behind him, and DROVE OFF. He then went forward about 200 meters, turned left, went to a bus stop down a side street, picked up one passenger, and came back and made us board his bus ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE STREET. I will never understand Australia.
Ah well. Tonight we had purple mashed potatoes. ! From purple sweet potatoes! I tried to get a picture of them, but they just looked foul on camera, when in person they're a lovely violet, not that far from the color of blueberries. I'm not sure where or why they grow, but Mike found them at the market last week. We'll probably have them again soon, if only for the amusement factor!
Tomorrow is Mike's bday and we're going out with some friends for Indian food. And then--Wednesday--TASMANIA! We'll take fresh camera batteries this time (unlike last) and will post some pictures of the true beauty of that island. It's not to be missed!
~Ruth Ann




