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The Weekend

November 29th, 2009 WonderingJew No comments

This has been my second weekend here, although not having a job makes it not a whole lot different to any other day. Having said that, it’s been a really cool weekend and I’ve done some fun and interesting stuff. On Friday, I went with Amanda down to the Markets by Moonlight at The Rocks, where we met up with a couple of her friends. You can see some pictures I took there by clicking on the pic at the top of this post.  I must admit, it was still daylight when we were there, but pretty cool nonetheless. There was lots of ethnic food on sale, being cooked fresh in front of you, as well as stalls selling mostly ‘ethnic’ gifts, including one Irish stall selling, as well as ‘Celtic’ goods, various Guinness branded items. I was a little confused by the two people in this picture, who were walking their way through the crowds; the woman was dressed as a Flamenco dancer (albeit on stilts), while the man followed her around playing distinctly French sounding music on an accordion. Either the pair of them were somewhat culturally confused, or I’m just a philistine, ignorant of the famous French Flamenco.

Outside The Rocks Centre in the middle of the markets, a stage was set up where throughout the course of the Markets various performers will, um, perform. While we were there a guy named Eli Wolfe was playing (there are some pictures of him in the album), and while nobody else seemed particularly impressed by him, I thought he was really good. So having wondered through the market, we then walked through another little indoor arcade, where for some reason we discussed huntsman spiders, and my two Australian cousins’ complete inability to deal with one that was in our bathroom, while I happily casually trapped the thing under a plastic tub and dropped it off outside. Perhaps I’m blessed with the benefit of ignorance, or perhaps my profound hatred of insects truly does overcome any innate fear I’m supposed to instinctively have of spiders.

Anyway, back to the market. After that we wandered back to the central area with the stage to grab some food. After giving serious consideration to all the available options, Alice and David (Amanda’s friends) decided to go look for paella, while Amanda and I decided to try some Ethiopian food. If I’m being perfectly honest, my first reaction was that Ethiopian cuisine would involve sitting at a table and waiting for the UN to bring you a food package. I’m pleased to say I was proven spectacularly wrong. With a choice of rice or sourdough flatbread, the vegetarian option consisted of two kinds of lentils, salsa and mixed vegetables, wrapped into a tasty package. Amanda made the sensible choice and declined the additional chilli sauce, which I allowed them to generously heap on top of mine. The meal was delicious, but I could definitely feel flames coming from my mouth afterwards. This pretty much concluded the trip to the markets, as Amanda was heading on to a party after. So following the food we headed for home.

I managed to kill a few hours on Saturday by going shopping with Jeremy (uncle). This involved a trip to the supermarket, as you would expect, but also into a shop called Dan Murphy’s, a chain of what can only be described as alcohol supermarkets that seems to be popular here in Australia, and I can understand why. Aside from the rather impressive selection on offer (I feel I have understated that), the staff there are all cheerful, and extremely knowledgeable about what they’re selling. Rather than what you’d expect in the UK (”if we’ve got any, they’ll be…”), they are actually eager to help you, and all seem to be either wine or beer experts, or are very well trained. Something is definitely keeping them enthusiastic about what they’re doing, I wonder what it could be?

Saturday evening was also interesting. Went out to a Japanese restaurant called Sushi Samurai in Neutral Bay. Went by recommendations and ordered a vegetable tempura and noodles dish, and was advised, despite the ‘vegetarian’ assurances of the menu about this dish, to specify ‘no shrimp’ when ordering. This turned out to be a somewhat more complex task than you might expect; the Japanese waitress responded with “What’s shrimp?”. We thought it would be easier to just say no fish. So when the food was eventually brought out, there were crab sticks in it. Technically not fish, but still, not something I was prepared to eat. I took it back and explained that I’d specifically asked for no fish. They were apologetic and took it away from me. About a minute later, they brought it back with the crab sticks removed. This seemed to infuriate Amanda, who took it back over to them and demanded that they make me a fresh one. This approach seemed to work very well; they did in fact make me a fresh one, although the length of time taken for them to bring it out leads me to hope that they weren’t all taking turns to add ’special sauce’.

After the food we went to a pub called The Oaks, where we had a couple of drinks and played a couple of games of pool. I, as usual, sucked, but managed to get a couple of cheeky shots in and salvage some dignity. Didn’t stay too late, and headed back home in time for midnight.

That brings us to sunday. Not much interesting happened today; went to the Warringah mall, where I wandered around with Jeremy while Ariella went off and, I presume, shopped. Tomorrow brings another day of fresh job hunting. Plan is to slip into my suit and walk straight into the offices of some recruitment companies, and demand flat out that they give me some work. Failing that I may just politely introduce myself and explain my circumstances, and hope that there’s somebody there who’s got enough time to talk to me. Haven’t decided yet, but hopefully my next post will have some job related news!

Matt x

Another Day's Activities

November 19th, 2009 WonderingJew 3 comments

The jet lag’s now pretty much gone, I managed to stay awake until after 10pm last night but couldn’t hold it together much more after that. Woke up today feeling refreshed and ready for new challenges, so snagged a lift into the city with my uncle. FYI, the following bit is a little boring, but will be useful on the off chance that anyone reading this ever decides to follow in my footsteps.

Wasn’t supposed to be a sightseeing day, the plan was to get a bank account sorted and get my Medicare card. Moderate success with these; Medicare needed to see my Visa, which being electronic and tied in to my passport number, I thought wouldn’t need to be produced as a physical document. I just assumed that they’d have access to the appropriate records.
This turned out not to be the case, they in fact needed to see the email I received from immigration, which I naturally didn’t have with me. Worked out ok though, I had my laptop, and was able to utilize the services of a copy shop to call up the email and print it out. So got the Medicare sorted, even though I’m hoping I’ll never need it.
The bank account turned out to be a different scenario. Having done some research on the Internet, I discovered that banking here is substantially more complicated, and potentially expensive, than banking in the UK. Either that or I’m just unaccustomed to the style in which they disguise the blatantly criminal exploitation of their customers; I’ve gotten used to the subtleties of the way the UK banking system does it. Nonetheless, I managed to narrow down the options to Sydney Credit Union, not least of all because the MD is one of my uncle’s clients and they’re on very good terms, but mostly because it was the simplest to understand. So went in with pretty much all the identification and official documentation I could scrape together, only to be told that I couldn’t open a bank account unless I had proof of my Australian address!
This actually isn’t as bad of a Catch-22 scenario as it might at first seem. First of all, you don’t need to be an Australian resident or citizen in order to open a bank account here. So if you’re sensible, and organized (and I’m neither), you can open the account online long before you even leave. Secondly, I’ve already applied for my Tax File Number online, and I should have the Medicare card coming. Either of these can be used. The problem for me now is that I don’t have an Australian bank account, so not only can I not get a job until I do, but more importantly, I‘ve only got a (rapidly diminishing) limited supply of cash, so I’m going to have to fork out a fortune in commission/international penalties from my bank in the UK any time I pay for something or draw money out. Meh. It’s all a learning experience.

So, having got that boring stuff out the way, I grabbed some lunch and then decided to start exploring the city. Wondered around the Central Business District a bit, which is a lot like any other super-charged capital city centre, it’s got the same buzz and liveliness that you get anywhere that’s densely populated with busy people, except the atmosphere is somehow at the same time relaxed; at least, compared to somewhere like London or Tel Aviv. So, checked out the Apple Store (of all places!), which is bigger and more awesome than any in the UK. Also checked out the Queen Victoria Building, which I saw 13 years ago, and has only changed in as much as all the stores there now seem to be the big international retailers, albeit the more upmarket ones, as opposed to the sole traders I seem to (possibly incorrectly) remember dominating the place before. It’s still a breathtakingly spectacular building, and while the style is present throughout, as you move between the floors there’s a distinctly different feel and atmosphere, reflecting both the types of retailers and their target demographic. The difference is subtle, but when you notice it, you can’t help admiring it’s ingenious design.

Following that, I decided to head north along George Street, towards The Rocks for a bit of a wander round. After about twenty minutes, I realized I’d actually been heading south. By this time I didn’t have much time left, and figured I really wanted a full day in each of the areas of the city that I wanted to explore anyway. So I stuck with where I was, and wondered round Chinatown for a bit. This is, disappointingly and at the same time impressively, a rather average place. It lacks the distinctive feel of its London counterpart, and just seems like any other part of the city, only with the people and businesses being predominantly oriental. On the other hand, it’s a genuine hub of the Chinese and Asian communities, as opposed to a simple tourist attraction, with nothing more than souvenir shops for local people looking for something to occupy their day.
Following a quick meander around there, I decided to head back towards the CBD, as I’m getting a lift back from my aunt and didn’t want to keep here waiting. With still an hour and a half to spare, I managed to track down the place where I’m meeting her, only to discover that opposite this very corner is a comic book store. Being that I’m on the other side of the world, and didn’t travel several thousand miles just to look around a comics shop just like I could back home, I did what any self-respecting nerd would do. I walked in and had a look around. This place was like a journey through time! It seemed almost like a newsagent that hadn’t quite found itself, and had ended up appealing to comics and sci-fi nerds and therefore stocking generation-spanning collections of comics, pulps and posters. Having looked around and found nothing particularly of interest (it was all interesting in terms of it’s context, but not a great deal that I’d actually buy or read), I headed for the door. This is the point at which the shopkeeper decided to insult me.
“Can I help you?”
“No thanks mate, just looking.”
“Fair enough. Some days it’s hard to tell the lookers from the hunters.”
Fantastic! It literally was like stepping back 10 or 15 years into a comic shop in the UK, complete with disorganized and incoherent collection of Nerdorama and societally aggrieved comic-book-guy! You’ll have to excuse me while I wipe away a nostalgic tear…
Anyway, having finished in there, I walked back out into the sweltering heat. I checked the time, saw that I still had close to an hour left, and considering the heat, the heavy bag on my back, and the limited time left, I decided not to continue wandering round essentially the same streets, which would be about as far as I could get in the time I had left. I did what any self-respecting Englishman would do; I crossed over the road and went into the pub. I ordered a beer, which came served in a measure referred to by the barmaid as a ‘schooner’, which is about 2/3 of a pint, sat down at a table, got out my laptop, and began writing this blog post. And that brings us up to now…
More to follow folks, thanks for reading! :D
Matt x