tandem scree skating

We spent a week backcountry camping in Arthur's Pass National Park and loved almost every minute of it. The part I didn't love came on the hike we did over Avalanche Peak, which included a 1km section of scree descent. If you've never dealt with scree before, it may not sound so bad, but an enormous field of rocks, from nickel-sized to large boulders, with no vegetation keeping them in place, is not fun. Trust me.

I have this absurd, irrational fear of falling. Not of heights, which I have no problem with, just falling. Actually, the fear is of landing and being in unbelievable pain, but "fear of falling" sounds better. Usually the fear isn't a barrier to what we do, even while hiking, but Arthur's Pass is pretty remote, the mountains are rather high, and there's a lot of hiking over the tree line, which means more rocks and less vegetation. And then there was the scree. So poor David, who'd never really had to deal with me in a panicked, irrational state, had to hold my hand the entire way down the scree field.

In the end, it was sort of fun, because once I realized that we weren't going to tumble to our deaths, moving down the scree was a lot like skating. Skating through rocks, it's true, but still skating. So I may let David renege on the promise I made him give at the top of the field that we would never deal with scree again. But probably not anytime soon.

sam's club

We spent a lovely, relaxing week-out-of-time at Mt Hutt, where we watched a lot of movies, I made lots of cookies, and we enjoyed being indoors while it rained. In addition to A Day at the Races, The Lake House and Shaft, we also watched the Lord of the Rings set. And it occured to us that Sam doesn't get enough credit. Sure, Frodo actually carried the ring, but if Sam hadn't been there with him, he would have absconded, been eaten by a spider, fallen to his death and starved. David thinks Sam should have just pushed Frodo into the bubbling lava when he wouldn't give up the ring, but maybe that's too extreme? At any rate, he's just so cute.

no more dubbing!

In my ever so humble opinion, the title of this post should be conveyed in the tone and manner of Faye Dunaway as Joan Crawford in Mommie Dearest, when she expressed her displeasure with some wire hangers. Loud and threatening. With just a tinge of hysteria and and a whiff of madness.
Dubbing is for me currently what colorization was during the 1980s-1990s. It's terrible, needless and ruins the film. (Though this does not mean that I have given up my hatred for colorization. Constant vigilance!) Allow me to explain my burgeoning distaste for dubbing.
I have a number of channels included in my cable package. In fact, I'm sure a number of parental units (certainly mine) would sigh heavily and shake their heads over the number of channels included, but add throwing their hands up in the air in despair over the cost of what I pay for said cable package. There are a number of channels I even forget about. One of these is AZN: The Network for Asian America. It does a combination of Korean, Chinese and Indian programming (possibly Japanese as well, though I'm less sure about this).
Back when all my channels were bright and shiny, I made a point of checking in sporadically to see what Hindi movies they were showing on AZN. And then, over a weekend, I discovered they were showing a marathon of a South Korean mini-series/soap opera, Dae Jang Geum (Jewel in the Palace is its common English title). I stumbled upon it during the middle of its 51 episodes, and despite the fact that it was in Korean, with Chinese (presumably) subtitles, I was sufficiently drawn into the story--and trying to figure out what the characters were saying. Dae Jang Geum is the story of the first female royal physician in 16th century Korea. I really enjoyed the episodes I was able to watch, but since I had come into the middle of it, and for some reason missed the end, have always wanted to watch it in its entirety. Since none of my four libraries--yes, 4! own it-- and neither does Netflix and I'm not so enamored of it that I want to buy it, I occasionally check back to see if it's showing on AZN. So far no luck. However, during my most recent search I saw that they had shown a Korean film, Gamunui yeonggwang (Marrying the Mafia). The synopsis sounded silly and cute and since AZN wasn't showing it again, and Netflix had it, I decided to rent it.
Bad decision. It came and I became intensely irritated within 2 minutes of watching it and ultimately had to stop watching it. Because of the dubbing--though I suspect there were other areas of the production that I would have found lacking. All the dialogue had been dubbed into English. It's just wrong! And more to the point completely unnecessary. I understand that there are those who feel that subtitles are even more disruptive in a film, in that having to read the words on the screen detracts being able to watch the action on the screen. However, when the words coming out of a character's mouth do not match the movement of that character's mouth, I find that even more disruptive. Plus the translation is never perfect, and while this holds true for subtitles, at least you have the knowledge that the words the screenwriter wrote are actually in the film. For a while I toyed with the idea that perhaps it was done it a rather convoluted homage to the films of Bruce Lee, when the dubbing was horribly (and hilariously) mismatched with the character's mouth action. But frankly, it was too well done in Marrying the Mafia.
Now, you may want to take smug satisfaction in the knowledge that the US film industry does not dub foreign films. Try holding onto that satisfaction when I point out that instead they have gotten into the habit of remaking the entire film. A lot of them are Asian horror films, and most seem to star Sarah Michelle Gellar, though the one currently out in theaters is The Eye, starring Jessica Alba and is a remake of a Chinese film, Gin Gwai. Frankly, the whole situation is completely unsatisfactory. Come, rail against it with me!
Though, save some energy for the fight against panning and scanning of films broadcast on network and basic cable television. Once more into the fray!

reinventing the wheel

Helena, a lovely, talented friend of ours, asked a couple of weeks ago if we were tired of "reinventing the wheel" every place we go. And I thought it might be a good thing to write about because, wow, yes I am.

Traveling is fun, a lot of the time, especially when we like the new place to begin with, but I'm tired of hefting my pack to get on and off public transport, and I'm tired of setting up and taking down the tent every few days, and I'm tired of always feeling just a little bit (or a lot) disoriented, as though the whole world is in on an inside joke, except the two of us. Not that I'm not still enjoying the trip, because I am, and I'm really excited to be in New Zealand. But I'm really tired. I feel as though any reserves of calm, or strength, or patience, or whatever else it is that helps me deal with awkward, annoying or aggravating situations, which, let's face it, happen frequently when traveling, have been completely depleted. Which is part of the reason I'm so looking forward to the next week, starting Saturday, when we're in the timeshare. We seriously plan on doing next to nothing (not quite nothing, since there are some "chores" we have to attend to, like repairing the poor rainfly of the tent which we've managed to rip unbelievably), and I can't wait.

At this point my only regret is that it isn't a two week break, instead of just one. I need a really long nap.

don't you just love kiwis

The only problem with relying on public libraries for internet access is that they serve so many people, time limits are enforced when using the computers. Which is a not very clever way of saying that despite our having lots more to say about Australia and meeting a very lovely set of relatives, we're off to New Zealand this morning. We're due to spend two nights in Auckland (on the north island) before flying to Christchurch (on the south island), where we'll spend another two nights before we wallow in the thrill of not having to pack up our tent every morning because the set of parents who didn't give us the generous gift of a new camera, instead gave us the generous gift of a week in timeshare. And you better believe we're not going to do a damn thing the whole time. Except bake and read and watch TV. Ah, the decadence.

picture pages

At last many more pictures from Australia have been uploaded--including a few more added to the end of the "Oz" directory. I know this may seem like too many photos to drop on you at one time, but come on, you weren't really that interested in what you were doing at work anyway, were you? Have lots of fun!

GSWW
Griffith's Island
Gariwerd
Oz

aussie glossie

Australians have a wonderfully different way with some words and phrases. Here are few we've heard used/read:

Aussie - an Australian

barbie - bbq (okay, you may already be familiar with this term, but it takes on a new charm when said by a straight-faced Aussie)

brekkie - breakfast

Bridgie - Cape Bridgewater (along the coast, west of Portland)

bush camping - backcountry camping

bush walking - multi-day hiking

cbd - downtown (central business district)

dinkum - true

doona - blanket

echidna - skittish spiked-football looking ant-eater

g'day - hello

glossie - glossary (okay, i made this one up)

how ya going? - hi

icy pop - popsicle

lollie - lolly pop (and hard candy in general)

milkbar - food stall (?--we're actually still not sure about this one)

Oz - Australia

scroggin - gorp

spider - ice cream float

ta - thanks

thickie - milkshake

toastie - grilled sandwich

tucker - food

walking - hiking

wombat - an animal described as "a log with legs"

yank tank - a large American car

fly fu

Just in case you thought I was exaggerating about how bad the flies are in Australia, I want to draw your attention to the following photo:

And, yes, those are all flies waiting to bother Leah.

Now, just imagine two flies that coordinate their attacks. One flies on to the left side of your upper lip and then joyfully hops onto one of your teeth. The other fly lands on your right eyelash and then happily bounces between your eyelid and the inside of your sunglasses. And these types of antics can continue for hours.

You may not be surprised then that I have developed a new coping strategy that Leah has dubbed fly fu. As you might imagine, it involves quick movements. I usually lash out towards the flies with hopeful chops into the air. Rarely, slight contact is made with one of the flies, in which case I leave my arm outstretched, body tense, eyes quivering with rage and a serious look on my face. After a few seconds, my pose is fixed except for my eyes, which are following a new target, which starts me in motion again. This can go on for some time until I tire or my elbows begin to hurt from the repetitive motion.

I've experienced many obnoxious pests around the world, like mosquitoes and leeches, but Australian flies are by far the worst. Don't say you haven't be warned.