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About the pictures (follow-up)

I am still looking for alternative ways to upload pictures, as my netbook’s screen size does bot work well with the GeoBlog website.

Meanwhile, you can view the pictures I’ve uploaded on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.4656732667746.2165898.1576244502&type=3. If you are not (yet) my Facebook friend, you can also view them on my Tumblr page at www.krazzykitty.tumblr.com or my Instagram (my username is kasumihrkw).

I apologize for the inconvenience. I hope I can find a computer lab from where I can post pictures from this trip.


Location: London, UK

Greetings from Te Whare Wanaka o Aoraki

Ladies and Gents I have survived the 25 hour flight. A little worse for wear but I’m pretty sure I’ll be alright. Nevertheless, let it be known that I’m not at all looking forward to heading back to the U.S and having to do that all over again.

Starting at Dullas International airport I was set up with problems right away when one of my bags was grossly over the weight limit of 50lbs (which by the way is way too low an allowed weight considering how far I had to go in the end.) So some shuffling around of clothes had to take place while my brother and I had to intermittedly run back to the parked car that was not allowed to be parked where it was to avoid getting a ticket. After that was solved and I was all checked in he was not allowed to go past a designation point and I was forced to say my goodbyes and begin my journey on my own.

The 5 hours to San Francisco was relatively uneventful and I was treated to an awful Justin Timberlake movie to which I can’t recall the name and read a bit. The immediate problem in this leg of the journey being that my carry on was too large to fit in the overhead compartment, most likely because more things had to be put into it so I wouldn’t be charged $200 for an overweight bag.

Once in San Francisco I had about 4 hours to kill until my next flight and had planned on storing my bags and walking around in the fresh air until I was told that it would cost me $60 for both bags to be stored so I decided to enjoy the free wifi instead and sat around for a while surfing the net before it was announced that any ticket given not my Air New Zealand was no longer valid and it was required that I got another. This ended up being a good thing though because I ran into another girl who had been on my last flight from Washington D.C and we started to talk only to find out that we as well as about 5 others in line were all studying in New Zealand though in different places. A majority were doing a program called Australearn and were going to be in the Hamilton area. But I did chance upon a boy by the name of Brandon that was coming here so we spent a good amount of time talking and walking around the Auckland airport trying to find our gate. I really didn’t expect to meet so many people who were coming to study here.

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The 13hour flight was not as painful as I thought it would be but it also wasn’t great either. It was nearly impossible to sleep comfortably and I often felt the need to walk around to stretch out my legs. But each seat did have its own television stocked with recent movies, games and music.  I ended up watching “Warrior,” “Drive,” and “(500) Days of Summer. But most of the flight was dedicated to trying to sleep. I must also mention that the flight attendants were really nice.

In country, after the short flight from Auckland to Christchurch (I did take some shots of the beautiful landscape while in the air but they are on my itouch and can’t be sent without wifi so that will come later) , I was picked up with some others by a shuttle and brought to campus  (ON THE WRONG SIDE OF THE ROAD) and have spent the last several hours sleeping, getting unpacked, meeting my mates in my pod (there is only one guy on the floor so far but there should be another soon along with 3 girls not including me) and walking around campus.

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(Recreation center/ dining hall, Library and Rugby Pitch)

Only complaints so far are that the internet in the dorms is VERY limited. We only get 5 gigs for every 2 months! The RA warned against Skyping in the dorms because it drains the gigs really fast so I will end up doing that on “hot sports” near the Library and Dining area.

(Small side note: since the last earthquake the dining area had to be moved into a gym off the recreation center. Besides that there isn’t too much damage to campus.)

Hope you enjoyed the long update. Much love to my friends and family back home <3

Until we meet again stay beautiful.


Location: Christchurch, New Zealand

願い

Every culture has it’s own approach and formula when it comes to encouraging the universe to yield in favor of our wild wishes. Back at home, if 11:11 caught my eye, I’d take that as my cue to hope for the best. Then there is the whole falling star business, but that is a little more rare. As expected, as a country filled with ritualistic phrases and manners, Japan is no different. Let us embark on this touristy pilgrimage for the sake of wish making.
From Nagoya we went to Nagahama port on Lake Biwa. This is one of the biggest lakes in Japan and it really looked like an ocean, I could just barely see the other side. We took a ferry to a small island named Chikubu. I fell asleep on the way since it took about 30 minutes. 

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When we got there we got two clay plates for our names and wish and were told we needed to throw them threw the gate up the way. Fresh from my nap and wanting to write in Japanese, I kept it simple: I want to become fluent in Japanese. 
The stairs were steep, there was snow on the ground and it was rather cold. We walked up the way up on accident because we weren’t paying attention. Our lack of focus allowed us to see the whole setup before we went to the shrine. We got to see this peculiar statue, so I regret nothing. Always leave time to get lost abroad, you never know what you’ll find. 
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When we finally got to the cliff behind the shrine, we realized the difficulty level was worthy of 

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wish granting status. Using our names as practice throws, we quickly realized this was purely chance and let go of all hope for the sake of fun. Though one of us was able to successfully get it through, I missed and tossed my disc into the lake. Something tells me my wish will come true, regardless. 
It was an interesting little pilgramage and seeing the traditional spots never gets old to me. Especially when we take such untraditional photos. How much more space do I have in my “unforgettable” slot?
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Location: Nagahama, Shiga-ken, Japan

Photos

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A Ethnic Minority restaurant in Kunming
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A park in Kunming
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A small stand selling touristy souveniers in the aforementioned park in Kunming.  About 10 RMB each, 1.50 USD
Sorry for the slow loading.  Internet in these parts is slow as mollases.  Gotta do it in chunks

Location: Kunming, China

Little Bit of Brighton

So as of now, I have four good trips scheduled for the coming months: London for a weekend, Dublin, Stockholm, and Barcelona.  Am I pumped up for all of them?  You’re damn right I am.  In the spirit of this, I’ll just use this blog to show a few pictures of Brighton and what I’ll be leaving behind.Brighton 005.JPGBrighton 013.JPGBrighton 003.JPGBrighton 001.JPG


Location: Brighton

Chasing the Sun to Beijing

On my flight I would look out the window every so often and every time I would be blasted by the sunlight bouncing beautifully around the clouds and sky.  But the kicker here is this: for the entire umpteen hour flight, it was always sunny outside.  Kinda cool, its like I was chasing the sun to beijing.  All that extra daylight caught up with me though, felt really tired after the flight.  Watched several movies, ate bad airplane food.  Standard fare.

Day one: If a picture is worth a thousand words, here’s several thousand words (plus a few more for caption purposes)

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Welcome to Beijing Foreing Studies University!
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Courtyard near the dorms where old people practice taichi in the mornings.
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My first authentic Chinese meal: BAOZI!!!  Cost: 4.5 Yuan, approx 0.68 USD for a dozen delicious steamed pork dumplings.  Mouth watering just thinking about it.
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Apparently, Trix are for Chinese Kids too!  Cost: 14 Yuan, approx 2.12 USD 
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First Chinese restaurant experience.  It was… interesting haha.  Well, even the local Chinese student said that there’s better food out there so I feel justified. They have Coke and Sprite here!
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My first Chinese Pizza experience, courtesy of PBD Pisa.  Apparently one of the better pizza places in the Beijing Haidian area. Taste just like home.  For some reason they tape their boxes shut for delivery, UPS style.  Had to rip the boxes open haha.  Sarah giving her thumb of approval.  
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My first Chinese supermarket purchase experience.  Universal extension cord (must have, due to different power outlet), toothpaste, men’s facial wash, loofa.  Cost: 47.5 Yuan, approx 7.20 USD
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Intersection near the University where I almost died… twice.  Drivers here do not respect personal space.  
More to come!  Keep posted!  

Location: Beijing Foreign Studies University, Beijing, China

Buenos Aires Graffiti and more Brazilian worldview

NOTE: I´m changing most if not all names of the people I meet from this point forward unless I´m given explicit consent to give out their identities. I´ll note any changes in the text, too.

Buenos Aires is a beautiful city.

avenida_julio.jpgWent to Palermo today on a guided tour as part of orientation. I took some photos of graffiti.

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Horacio, who I mentioned in a past entry, said that in Río de Janeiro (which Brazilians just call Río for short) he once went with his ex-wife to a samba contest in one the city’s favellas. After the contest was over, they and all the other attendees were escorted by drug dealers – riding motorcycles and wearing brass knuckles on either side of them – out of the favella. This is to make sure that none of the tourists get robbed or attacked.

palermo1.jpgSome of the city’s safest areas are those controlled by drug traffickers, he said. They don’t want violence, because if tourists and such are dying, that means less profit. The power in Río is divided among the government, the businesses and the drug traffickers. All Brazilians I’ve met so far have also said that you must at some point in your life visit Brazil because it’s an amazing country. They’ve all told me that Brazilians are open-minded, welcoming people, that their population is a potpourri of different races and cultures.

graffiti1.jpgIt was also with Brazilians, listening to reggae music in an Irish pub the other night, that I found two people who love The Stranger by Albert Camus just as much as I do. I never learned the girl’s name, but the guy’s name was Antonio, I believe. Like I said, I’d never before met anyone as passionate about it, and we got all fiery and jittery recalling it. It’s crazy – that book was written in French, I read it in English, they read it in Portuguese, and it profoundly affected all of us.

graffiti2.jpgI also talked with a girl, Daniella I believe, about international politics and comparative literature. The takeaway from that conversation was that, these days, everything has become international politics. Art, business, you name it, our world is so global that international politics covers a bit of everything.

graffiti3.jpgWe talked about how China is the complete opposite of the United States in terms of economics. Let’s say that people are investing in some country in Africa. Businesses will generally invest what their profits allow according to the market, which ends up being a limited amount of money. China, on the other hand, doesn’t work according to the rules of market. So it starts investing with the backing of the entire state for perhaps long-sighted goals in the best interests of the country rather than the mighty dollar.

graffiti4.jpgFeel free to elaborate on that, correct it or whatever – I’m just regurgitating information as food for thought.

Today I kept speaking Spanish with Fiorella, and I’m starting to feel really comfortable with the language.

graffiti5.jpgOne thing, is that everything feels so improvised in Buenos Aires. All Fiorella has with her are two bags of clothes. The rest of her things are locked behind closed doors in some apartment building that she’s half moved into. So she and her friend Julia are bouncing around from one friend’s apartment to the next while they figure things out. Julia, who was supposed to meet us at Plaza 11, ended up eating at a restaurant out of nowhere and never came to meet us.

graffiti6.jpgAnd I love that, the fact that every moment here is a surprise.

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Location: Avenida de Paraguay, Buenos Aires, Argentina

The Beauty of the City

I know I posted earlier today, but I have too many pictures right now that need to be shown immediately. As I walked around this past weekend, I was clicking my camera basically non-stop because everything I have seen so far was too beautful NOT to take a picture of it. So, I think I’m just going to keep the words on this entry short and let the pictures do the talking:

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Location: Piazza Navona, Rome, Italy