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Field Trips and Rugby

This is way over due but geoblog/ possibly the internet provider here has not wanted to let me upload pictures lately. It just sits there forever and doesn’t process my request for some reason. I’ve been able to put a few pictures on but that’s all. But anyway…

I’d have to say last week was rather tame minus a few hick-ups and fun activities.

The first fun event to take place involved a field-trip in my Management class to a dairy farm to check out their water usage and to see how they are using the river that cuts through it to generate their own power. On this little excursion to the end of the 10 kilometer long farm we traversed some less than safe and rather narrow unpaved roads of sand and dirt in a bus. Up and down several hills with no guard rails with a river on one side and a gully on the other. But the fun didn’t happen until we come down one hill onto a patch of road of pure sand. Though the bus had managed to make it way that far the sand provided unstable enough ground for its left side to slip down into a sizable ditch and completely beach the bus.

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Of course I happened to be sitting on the left side next to a friend of mine, who was closest to the window, and proceeded to jump into my lap when the bus started to go down. With everyone screaming and the emergency alarm going off the professor simply told us to get off the bus via the main door and we would continue the field trip…

Needless to say I was completely shocked that the trip continued because I know in the States that would have been the end of it for sure. Instead we left the driver with the bus and continued on for four hours around the farm before one van showed up taking only 15 guys, who all rudely rushed forward without a caring that they were the only ones who got to leave, before taking off. It was another hour until another bus showed up to take the rest of us and a backhoe belonging to the farm owner came to pull out the first bus.

But before we left I did get a glimpse at the bus flipped on its side completely in the ditch. The sand had given way under the pressure of the bus so the bus had kept going. The professor was not too keen on us getting shots of the bus in that condition though.

 

This past Saturday I got a chance to go to a Canterbury Crusaders game. The stadium was irreparably damaged in last year’s earthquake so the team had nowhere to play until this temporary stadium was made. (There are currently plans being made to build a bigger permanent stadium in another location) It was really interesting to get to see a live game and the differences in how kiwi’s act at sporting events compared to Americans.

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The Crusaders played against the Cheetahs from South Africa. I could safely say that I did not see a single person in clothes representing the South African team. There was just a field of red and black and the whole stadium was sold out. Before the game started a Calvary of knights on horses (The Crusaders) came galloping across the field, waving their swords about and pumping up the crowd. Free team flags had been handed out at the gate so it was a challenge to get a good shot of the riders without catching a corner of a flag, everyone was really excited.

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The big differences between American sporting events and New Zealand ones game about when the other team made a try (goal). At Penn State football game, for example, if the other team scored everyone would have booed and shouted how awful the other team was. But here when the other team scores everyone claps. Like saying “good job on getting closer to beating us,” but really it’s just amazing sportsmanship. The same thing also happened when the referee would make a call against The Crusaders. At a Penn State game everyone would have booed and shouted obscenities but here everyone claps.

In the end The Crusaders won (28 to 21) and fireworks/ celebratory torches were shot off and everyone was quite happy and filed out in an orderly fashion. There was no rush, no fights and no yelling. When people bump into one another they say “sorry” and give way. The atmosphere just seemed so calm and relaxed.

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Location: Christchurch, New Zealand

Barcelona

Ciao Tutti,

A week or so ago, my ISC (Italian Student Companion), Silvio, had about ten of his friends over for dinner.  I am happy to report that I was actually able to carry a conversation with them and understand the general ideas of what they were talking to each other about.  We even played the Italian version of the game, Mafia.  This was quite a challenge, but a great and fun experience!

Changing topics completely, last weekend I went to Barcelona.  I arrived late on a Thursday night and took a train from the airport into the city center.  By the time I got into the city center, the metro had stopped running (after midnight) so I had to take a taxi to my hostel.  My hostel had a 91% review on HostelWorld.com, but I was immensely disappointed.  I did not realize that the hostel only had a common bathroom in the hallway of every floor.  I am so used to staying in hostels that have a bathroom in each room that this took a bit of getting used to.

On Friday, I took a free walking tour to see the architecture of one of Barcelona’s most famous architects – Gaudi.  His buildings made me feel like I was in Whoville and a world of Dr. Seuss, but they were really cool from the outside.  It cost upwards of 18 euros to go in, so I decided that the views from the outside were good enough for me.  We also saw a church that he designed over around 85 years ago that is still being built.  It is a very complex church and they say it will not be done for at least another 25-30 years!  That one complex building!

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One of the houses Gaudi desgined

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Another one of the houses Gaudi desgined

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One of the three facades of Gaudi’s church – the Sagrada Famiglia.  Only two are finished.  This is the Nativity Facade.

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The Passion Facade.  The Glory Facade just started construction.

After my walking tour, I took a hop on-hop off bus tour to see all of Barcelona.  Barcelona is such a spread out city that the bus company had two different lines.  It took me 6 hours to complete both lines, but I was happy I did it.

On Saturday, it poured the whole day.  By this point, I had become a pro on navigating Barcelona’s metro and decided to go to the Picasso Museum.  The Picasso Museum was a homage to Picasso’s older, lesser known works.  All I knew about Picasso before this was that he painted “Scream,” but was very intrigued by his life story.  He moved around a lot and changed his artistic style about once or twice a year. 

After the Picasso Museum, I decided to go to a restaurant to have typical Catalonian food – tapas.  They are basically a bunch of small samples, so you order two or three and try a bit of everything.  I had ham & cheese croquets and something very similar to sesame chicken.  It was really, really good.

Then, even though it was raining, I embarked on my voyage to find Barceloneta Beach.  By this point my map was useless because it was raining so hard, so I decided to follow the signs to the beach – big mistake.  I wound up 3 kilometers out of my way and had to backtrack to see it.  I was happy when I finally got there, though.  It looked like a scene out of 2012, the waves were about four feet high (pretty high for the Mediterranean Sea and I saw the cliché surfboarder walking away from the sea.  It was a beautiful beach, though. 

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The Beach

After this, I decided to walk and catch a metro back to my hostel.  After an hour rest, I went to the only bar in Barcelona that was showing the Penn State v. Michigan State game for the Big Ten Semifinals.  I think I managed to find the only empty bar in Barcelona, but a combination of a Penn State win and some nostalgic food like quesadillas and chicken tenders was enough to make my day.

 

Sunday was an absolutely gorgeous day.  I loved it!  I woke up early in the morning to walk the “La Rambla”, a very famous tourist promenade where artists and cafes line the streets.  I decided to grab a seat and order “Churros and Chocolate” and people watch.  They were so good.

 


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La Rambla

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Chocolate & Churros

After that, I took another walking tour of Barcelona.  This one was a tour of Barcelona’s historical center.  It was beautiful and reminded me a lot of Rome.  I gained some insight into the history of Barcelona that was absolutely fascinating like the fact that Barcelona used to be occupied by the Romans when it was a walled city (hence why it reminded me of historical Rome).  Also, I learned that the people of Barcelona actually consider themselves to be Catalonian, not Spanish.  They speak Catalonian and Spanish and are constantly protesting the Spanish government for their independence.  I also got to see where the King of Catalonia greeted Christopher Columbus after discovering the New World.  The final piece of trivia I learned was that Barcelona could have built the Eifel Tower instead of Paris, but the government thought it was too weird looking and built an arch instead – big mistake!

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The steps that Christopher Columbus was welcomed back on

After the walking tour, I took the metro to Park Gϋell – another one of Gaudi’s projects.  It was declared a World Heritage Site a few years ago, so I figured a trip to Barcelona would not be complete without seeing it.  Getting there was a difficult task.  After taking the metro, it was a kilometer walk to a series of eight escalators to take you to the top of a mountain.  At the top of this mountain, you had to walk down hill about a half of a kilometer to get to the park.  By this point, I was exhausted.  It was so worth it, though.  I saw the longest bench I have ever seen and a bunch of other cool looking houses, sculptures, and architecture! 

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View from the Park

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I think Dr. Seuss used to live here…..

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An overhang at the park.

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The other park entrance.

On my way back to the hostel to grab my bag, I found a Dunkin Coffee (they don’t call them Dunkin Donuts over there) and splurged on the biggest ice coffee I have ever had.  In Italy, I can only get an espresso – they really do not have American coffee.  It was probably the best cup of coffee I’ve ever had (probably because I haven’t had one in so long).  I topped it off with a ham & cheese panini and a chocolate frosted donut with sprinkles – the icing on the cake.

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After grabbing my bag at my hostel, I went to the airport and came back to Rome.  In my next blog post (very soon, probably later today), I’ll bring you up to date with everything I did this week and weekend, post a few pictures from the past month, and post the bucket list I made of things I need to do while I’m in Rome.

Ciao,

Mike


Location: Barcelona, Spain

Bus-Ride Dreams

Riding the bus through the mountains of Peru today, I saw the Pacific Ocean�s splendor underneath a beautiful setting sun. I couldn�t help but stare. This is a wonderful country to gawk at, and I�m glad I had the chance to pass through the endless sand dunes and sheer cliffs on the country�s shore.


When nighttime falls, the absolute darkness outside the windows still impresses me. No streetlights, no headlights, no signs of civilization. It�s the sense of the land being unspoiled by human development that I like, existing independently and unconsciously of us as if we didn�t even matter.

And when the fairytail-like twinkling of a new city finally comes into view, faraway, it fills me with a sense of anticipation for the experiences that�ll unfold there — the characters I�ll meet, the stories I�ll hear, the things I�ll learn.

This feeling of going to new places is akin to how I feel waking up before the sun rises, the realization that a whole life of unexpected moments exists ahead of me waiting to be discovered.

Being on the move, it�s easy to feel alive. Everything I see is so fresh. The downside is that those same places and people are so fleeting, and I barely have the chance to percieve them before they�re gone.

Currently in the town of Huacachina, another acquaintance on the road for me to glimpse for a short time, and only from the window.


Location: Huacachina, Peru