Travel is all about discovery and personal growth.

It's about trying new things you didn't even know possible. And I think I'm really sucking the marrow from the bones of this amazing trip...branching out...taking risks, doing things I never thought possible. As a spa client, particularly.

Today I had a vat of Garra Rufa (miniature carp, really) nibble off my dead skin cells. My feet are so clean you could eat off them, though I'm reminded that the custom is for the soles of your feet to face downward in Thailand.

To think, only a few days ago, I was having kittens over the leaches we all got swimming under a waterfall. Maybe tomorrow I'll flush out some nice fly larva to clean up the puss filled scabs from my bed bug attacks. (Note the attractive Thai massage bruises on my right arm. Not sure what animal helper to enlist there.)

The desert is patient

The desert is patient
   yet knows what to do 
       when it rains.
The seed under soil
   knows to grow through to light.
Birds know where to fly
   to the place they've never been.
May I know what to do
   now that I have found you.

Thai Cooking School and Royal Palace of Thailand

Grumpy-tired-thirsty-sweating-like-a-beast-girl.

"The Grand Palace complex was established in 1782 and it houses the royal residence and throne halls..." snore..... It's conspicuous, sparkly, and hot. At least they sell Thai Iced Tea in the gift shop. That's: 1 part rich tea, 5 parts sweetened condensed milk, pour over ice. (I'm estimating 2000 calories each...I had three yesterday). Here's me on one of those tours where a tour guide leads you around, drops a lot of dates and names of kings and says, "Okay?" after every fact to see if you're following him. I was too beat up from the 12 hour train ride last night to feign interest by nodding appreciatively. Safe to say I'm templed out.


What's a monarchy without royal guards in full regalia + 105 degree heat.


This is a organic cooking school cat. He is the happiest cat I've met so far. He undoubtedly eats all organic...(note to self...maybe there's a connection here?).

I made yellow curry (from scratch, not with curry powder), coconut milk soup, chicken with basil, pad thai and mango with sticky rice. I so cannot wait to get home and start using my wicked new Thai cooking skills on Tom and our friends. We have a great market down the street from our flat for ingredients. Tom's mom would say, "You couldn't pay to be that close to such a great market", to which we both reflect on Melbourne rent and think, "Uh, yeah we can.". We just renewed our lease through next July, by the way.

It was a huge thrill to have everything exactly how I like it when I cooked it myself - extra garlicky but not too spicy. I even learned how to say "extra garlic please" in Thai. It's been funny to see what I've got so far when I've tried this in English at Thai restaurants. Sometimes a whole different (second) dish that has garlic, often no garlic at all, when I do get some it's usually raw...and here they have us sleeping three to a room. Not a good way to make or keep friends whilst traveling in a group.

When my brother did this kind of trip several years ago, he had to have a laminated card made up with "Please do not feed me peanuts. I am allergic and I will die." typed out in several different languages. He is still with us, thankfully.

Cooking school is a lot like watching home improvement shows on TV. No food "dust". Veritable 'shooting fish in a barrel'. The staff does all the prep work and clean up. You just fling your spatula around your smoking wok, thinking what a culinary genius you are.

We went to the market to talk about ingredients before class. These are lotus flowers.

I love sauce. We had a long talk about MSG (food crack cocaine, basically). Apparently it's in EVERYTHING here. Like even if you order your meals with non MSG, it's still in soup, curry, and sauce bases. This just might explain why I've been devouring every food item with such voracity. MSG was outlawed in Australia some time ago. And that may explain why I haven't liked a lot of the food we've had since we immigrated?

I'm starting to find my stride with a few of the older people (old being round about 30-35) in the group and and feeling more comfortable with everybody. There is one couple here together (about 10 years young than us) who are a bitter reminder of how much I miss Tom. Nothing seems entirely real when he's not here to experience it.

There is a story about someone saying to the the Thai king that she will be the water to his forest. Kind of like marriage, yes?

Kitty is an Apprentice Mahout

Yesterday we arrived in Chiang Mai (Mid Thailand). It's a big city with a Thai massage place on every corner (don't ask, okay fine, I go every day). I'm covered in bruises from all the hard core massages, but they have a nice blue hue to them, what with all the body scrubs and moisturizing treatments. I've done the math and it costs us money not to. Also, I've colleted a series of strange sunburns. Like just 4" rings around my ankles from the all day speedboat ride up the river from Lao to Thailand yesterday.

There is a lot to do outside of town: rafting, rock climbing, ATV rentals, cooking classes, etc. I'm taking a cooking class tomorrow and had planned to jump off a waterfall today but (thank god) woke up with a cold from the air conditioners in the hotels. I'm calling them hotels for my own morale's sake. They are just a click or two above caves with electricity. I woke up (meh, got up, didn't actually sleep much) to see the bin of my used kleenex's teaming with ants. My own little bedside ant farm. Neato.

Anyway, my first instinct was, activity wise, to do the thing that Tom would like the least (riding in on a caravan of four wheelers into a Hmong village where they make you lunch). Though offensive, I could probably find something nearly as annoying in Australia - they have fossil fuels AND Aborignal people, so I went with Mahout training.

A Mahout is the trainer, companion and caretaker of the Asian elephant. Asian elephants are smaller and smarter than African elephants. They aren't like horses, who can sense you are terrified. Mine was a 10 year old male, kind of the golden retriever of the pachyderms. It had no desire to manipulate all my neurosis...it's all about the banana and sugar cane treat with these guys.

My Swiss friend, MarieLouise and I were the only two to sign up for the program. We learned how to mount them from five different stations. The first three were easy enough (elephant lies down, we scramble aboard). The last ones though were the "do not try this at home" sorts. So of course we insisted on learning those. Sorry to report I didn't capture being catapulted by SuBong's (that was my guy) rear left leg onto his butt or thrown up onto his neck by his trunk. There were a lot of professional Mahouts involved in spotting (shoving) me for those two maneuvers. Probably best kept as memories of accomplishment than visual documents.

First they give you a Mahout uniform. Built for comfort, not for flattery. Clearly.

This little guy was high up in the forest where we had pad thai and chicken rice made in banana leaves. YUM. He is four days old. Mom was a bit protective.

We took them deep into the forest where there was a mud pit that they loved bathing in. My elephant would happily rub itself against MarieLouise's while the Mahouts flung buckets of warm mud at them. Kind of like marriage really.

Watch me put my arm in this elephant's mouth.

BFF's.

It was a long, tiring, dirty day. I skipped dinner and went straight to the closest spa.

One night in Bangkok and a couple in Laos

Would you believe, I actually did make it to the sunrise ritual where the monks recieve food offerings this morning. Can't say that I was particularly spiritually moved by it all though. Lao children average 3 years of school, so a boy's best shot at an education is being turned over to the care (and feeding, to be pragmatic) of a monestary.


Much like we experienced in India, any hired drive seems to involve many stops at specific venues that sell food and/or souveners. Gives you a chance to take photos.

Sunset from my room in Vangleng.

There is a seriousness about the Loatians. They seem to enjoy being parents though - lots of playing with kids.

Getting impossible to find a temple you can light up at these days. Go figure.

Chillaxed.

Kids love to sign "peace" and get their photo taken. Note the koala shirt. I don't know what this sign means...."You look American, do you have any guns?" perhaps.

I loves me the welders.

Oh, and this. This still confuses me. On a number of levels.

Overall, the trip is very much what I expected, both in terms of the positives and negatives. Of course I’m deeply moved by the people of Thailand and Laos. The food is unbelievably good, though I’ve eaten quite a few bugs. Just today I’ve fished a few dozen ants out of my tea and soup. The cockroaches, bedbugs, lizards and leeches are actually more manageable than I would have thought. Would have thought I would just come completely unglued with each one, but still holding it together….building character. The landscapes, temples, architecture and climate are all fabulous.

More than anything, I’m loving the logistics of traveling with one of these low-budget tours. We get to see a lot of different areas, have a guide who bears the brunt of all the major decisions and solves all the big problems, and I had to do almost no prior planning. I hadn’t expected however, that 10 out of the 12 people in my group would have already been travelling together as a group through Vietnam for last few months and have made quite a close family to break into. The average age is also about 25, so staying out late, tickle fights and drama abound.

Do you ever wonder what you would do differently if you got to go back to high school?

Wat? Women have to kneel to give alms?

So I'm not packed. I'm packing mentally. What I'm really doing is watching a lot of Youtube videos on the places I'm going and thinking about what to bring. Or not bring, since I can only take 10 kilograms. I've eaten snacks that weigh more than 10 kilograms, I'm certain. And so much for thinking of Asia as an adventurous fat camp... everything I watch refers to all the amazing food everywhere I'm going.

In Laos, I'll go to Luang Prabang, which is known for all of its temples, called wats. One of the rich cultural experiences there involves getting up before sunrise to take food donations to the monks. They eat only one meal a day, primarily the rice they receive in alms during this dawn ceremony.

I'm thinking "sounds fun" and remember that I need to pack a tea-length skirt. Nothing above the knee for wat visiting. I'm down with the whole women's travel skirt situation - fine. They're cool and comfy and look better than shorts anyway. Because I lost weight and don't work out enough, I have the thighs of a flying squirrel. Overshare.

But then I hear that, if I want to participate in the alms offering, as a woman, I'll need to kneel. Men are welcome to stand and greet the monks at eye level.

Now we all know that I'm lazy enough that if I do manage to drag-ass out to the ceremony before dawn, I'm certainly going to be in a relaxed / reclined / at-minimum seated position. It's not like watching Aussie Footy...it's monks walking by. It's chill.

If I'd had a job in the last year and actually made the money to buy the rice to offer to the monks, I would be riddled with riotous indignation over this patriarchy. Misogyny.

Though I am constantly humbled by how fortunate I am in so many ways. Kneeling is certainly a physical manifestation of gratitude. Gak. What to do.

I should probably just start packing.

Robots with lasers

Here's my first attempt to email a picture from my phone camera. Success!

This is a sign on the door of the lab next to my building at work. It reads "Robots & lasers operate in this laboratory". I could see something like "Danger: lasers. Caution: Robots." But "Warning: Robots and lasers"? Is it the combination that's the problem? Tom

Taking Asia By Storm

A riddle, of sorts:

What's kind of on the biggish side, tends to leave a path of destruction in its wake and smashes into Thailand this weekend?

a) Tropical Storm Ketsan

b) Me (Kitty)

c) All of the above

Yup.

The storm has already killed 300 people in Vietnam, Cambodia and The Philippines. 2.3 million people have had their homes flooded.

Here's my route above, on the left. On the right, the red areas are countries with Ketsan related deaths in the past few days, and the pink ones are just countries declared to be in a "state of calamity".

Our idea was that I have a great adventure and take a month or so off to go backpacking across southern Asia before I get really serious about starting a new career. Be careful what you wish for huh? I get uncomfortable and can't sleep if the pillows are arranged wrong on the bed, I'm allergic to spicy food and I'm afraid of bugs. What WERE we thinking?!

Last week:

Tom: "Did you buy trip insurance yet?"

Me: "No. I'm finding it unreasonable that I'm expected to read 29 pages of policy details. Who reads 29 pages of travel policy fine print?"

Tom: "People who need to file travel claims."

Regardless that some of the streets in Bangkok will be under 2 feet of mud, I'm going anyway. Maybe I can Sean Penn around in a boat and help. We talked about my going on a more altruistic "voluntour" and agreed that it would be better for all concerned if there were few-to-no expectations around my involvement in either roofing or digging. The price was right, so I signed up for this ultra-low-budget-college-kids-stay-in-youth-hostels-sleep-on-trains trip.

This whole natural disaster thing could really bite into handbag shopping.

Stay tuned.

Now Discover Your Strengths

You know, the old Robert Heinlein "don't teach a pig to sing" saying? (Don't do it...It wastes your time and annoys the pig.)

There's a book called "Now Discover Your Strengths" that I've used in management training before. Instead of focusing on your shortcomings, it has you take an online test that identifies what kinds of things you're naturally good at, then encourages you to work in a position that taps into those themes. Pretty smart stuff actually.

Tom's signature themes are: Analysis, Competition, Achievement, Context (learns from the past), and Ideation. Tom is a BANNER employee. His themes align perfectly with his job. He breathes his work. He's brilliant, rarely makes mistakes, incredibly productive and he always delivers more than you ask for. ALWAYS. He's the star show pony of young scientists. I'm biased, yes, but I've never heard anyone say anything but praise about Tom's work.

I'm adaptable, a good communicator, skilled at activating others to do things, competitive and very individualistic. I'm like the love child of a Jane Austen protagonist and Nicolas Cage's character, "Sailor" in Wild at Heart. Why I'm in charge of the family taxes, you got me. What I should really be is like Tom's agent. Well child actors have them...why not hydrologists?

For reasons that will soon be revealed, we've been watching a lot of Asian films lately. Battle Royal is about a class full of 9th graders who are captured by the Japanese government, put on a deserted island and instructed to fight each other till the death. Only the last one standing will be set free. Maybe it's crass....but doesn't it make you wonder what the signature themes of the winner were? Or is just someone with my themes who would wonder?

As for the book, after you take the online test (45 minutes or so), it will spit out a pamphlet for you on the "care and handling" of someone with your themes. It's a useful tool for understanding each other better, both at work and at home. And on fight-till-the-death islands, technically.

When Abbie took herself out to eat at Pok Pok

This is Abbie. She now lives with a fabulous retired couple and two other golden retrievers in Oregon. Giving her up when we immigrated was excruciating. We would have been happy (meh...okay fine) to pay the $6000.00+ in fees to bring her, but at her age, putting her in quarantine for several months and making her take a 20 hour flight, then making her live in a rented apartment didn't seem fair.

Sometimes we picture her talking to her new family. "What?! I get walked EVERY day?! You don't just put me in the car and drive me around like my old mom?"

One time I thought Tom fed her breakfast and he thought I did. Oopsie doodles. She was adorable, simple, loyal and we could never ask for a sweeter girl.

She loves to:

• wear a jester collar
• jump in mud
• roll in bird poo
• cuddle (never in that order)
• give high fives
• eat pot roast
• escape the house and take herself to Pok Pok, the open air Thai restaurant a block from our old house

That last one was a nightmare. We were doing yard work and accidentally left the garage door open. Abbie was like "Do de do...oh look. An open door. I love the great outdoors! What's that smell? Roasting meats? The sound of chattering people who will no doubt find me irresistible to pet and tickle?! Let's do this thing. Ima bounce, baby.".

All Tom and I knew was that she was just GONE. I was hysterical. We got on our bikes, split up going different directions and started riding around the neighborhood calling for her. Tears and snot are streaming down my face. I just knew she was going to be mowed down by a speeding car.

Tom's cell phone rings and it's Pok Pok, the Thai restaurant down the street. One of those places that's so good they have a line on Tuesdays at 5 pm. They had outdoor seating in the summer...you could sit and bask in the smoky bbq chicken essence all afternoon. His phone number was on her tag. They tell him she's in their courtyard, happily mingling with their customers. Well of course that's where she'd go. If we weren't doing yard work, we might have gone there too.

As he approaches, he sees that she's already attained outdoor restaurant superhero status. All the diners have learned her name (from her tag) and there's a flurry of competition to get her to come to each table and get petted. "Abbie!"... "Here Abbie!"... "HI ABBIE!" ... "AbbieAbbieAbbieAbbie"... Her tail (that we used to have styled to make her look like either a donkey or a lion) is on full tilt wag action.

I don't know if anyone has ever been through this, where your pet (or worse, child?) has wandered off, but what a roller coaster of emotions when you find them. Tom does this great reenactment of how he felt when he finally got her back, where he raises his fist and (angry voice) says, "Why you...you....I could just..... (happy voice) HUG YOU."

And that, Tom says, that is the exact feeling of what it's like to be married to me.

Hmmm.

Butcherbirds

Keeping in the theme of wild animals in the office, I got this email from the site coordinator for where I work:

"Notice to all staff, near the ramp at the west end that provides access to Bld. 31 a butcher bird has set up residence and is swooping any one brave enough to enter the area. When entering the area keep your eyes open, it makes a lot of noise and can be a bit threatening in it's actions so please be careful."

Tom

More dust

Here's another image of the dust storm earlier this week...



Also there's a nasa story with images

A "dust watch" group reported "75,000 tonnes of dust per hour off the NSW coast north of Sydney September 32rd. Dust is from drought-affected areas in Western NSW and the eastern Lake Eyre Basin."

Sheik Sheik Djibouti - (Almost) Wins

Our pub quiz team is regularly humbled, or depending how seriously a team member takes it, humiliated. Technically, our name is Sheik Sheik Djibouti (that's a small country in Africa, by the way, and I don't mention it to be patronizing, truly). I think it evolved since we took on the name, however, and I've noticed "Shake Shake Da Bootie" scrawled on our answer sheets. That works too.

About every other Wednesday, we compete at a downtown tavern against rival teams, such as Trivia Newton John and The Redundancy Department of Redundancy. Until last night, we nearly always placed in the lower third of about ten teams. Often we're tied for last. We've been known to be last. Hate being last. One time we were last and they gave us a prize anyway, "dinner for six". It was a bag of potato chips. I was actually thrilled and Tom enjoyed eating them.

Tom and I maintain that we aren't into sports and we can't be expected to know Australian history / popular culture / politics / geography. This does little to justify why we don't know that the black box on airplanes is actually orange or the five largest cities in the United States by population. My areas of expertise are dogs, Elton John song lyrics, mental illness, truck manufacturing and shoe designers. There are surprisingly few questions in these areas so I generally wait for another person to suggest an answer to the hard ones and then weigh in on whether I think they're right or not. I have a not-too-shabby 50/50 hit ratio with this technique. If nothing else, I help dilute any unintentional team blame when we we're just dead wrong. I contribute. I do.

Anyway, last night we recruited a new team member, an Australian, who knows sports (or "sport" as they call it here). (Yet when you add or subtract, it's "maths". Go figure.) Franco's contribution, paired with our already keenly sharp group, held us in the lead for most of the first five rounds and ultimately tied for third, after a somewhat rocky final round with a music theme. Damn (music trivia savant) Tom's job for sending him to a conference in Canberra. This could have been our night! I had all but spent the first place pub gift certificate in my mind .... mmmm ... lots and lots of fries with fancy sauce. That's when I mix mayo with ketchup. I think it kind of grosses the rest of the team out. At least I don't sort through the communal fries, picking each one up, examining it, then compartmentalizing them by crispness. You'd think we were raised by wolves.

It all came down to Peta (one of our brilliant babes) making a fearless attempt to chug a jug (drink a huge beer) faster than a bloke from the other tied-for-third place team. Chug, and then turn the glass upside down on her head to be exact. It was an impressive effort, and though we eventually landed at fourth, a banner night for the Booties. Peta's hair should be bouncin' and behavin', what with the moisturizing sudsy treatment she got. I learned that a llama is in the camel family, that both Abba and their song "SOS" are palindromes, and that the Hindenburg was en route from the US to Germany when it exploded. Oh the humanity.

It felt good to almost win. Love winning. Go Booties!!!

Red skies

Yesterday I was in Canberra at a meeting and outside the sky was a dark amber color all day. Apparently we're having the biggest dust storm in 70 years, and its since blown over to Sydney, causing all their flights to be cancelled. Just google Sydney dust storm and you'll find heaps, it's the lead story right now. Everyone at the meeting was hacking, I've just about lost my voice.

Kilogram heavy.

We've been doing a lot of cooking lately. This weekend we used the the carrot pulp that we strained away from the carrot soup and made veggie fritters and carrot cakes. Nothing like adding some sugar and frying to make a healthy thing tasty. We picked up a last minute ingredient, oats, on the way home from meeting some friends downtown for dinner on Friday.

Me, sitting on the tram, not much else to talk about: "Oh, it's a kilogram. If feels heavy."

Tom: (Lisa Simpson-type voice that is apparently me when I say something dense) "'Kilo heavy!' That's going on the blog."

Well it's true. We are still pretty vague on metric and other conversions...and they warned us this was coming all the way back in 3rd grade, that we'd need to learn metric. But we just aren't thinking that way yet. Still.

And as for money, well we just used to think of the Australian dollar as funny money. No point in trying to transpose everything...if you need something, you buy it, there's not much you can do about the price, and it was hard to do in our heads anyway. As it stands now, 1 Australian dollar is worth $.87 in US currency. That's darn near the same. Let's not get into that silly old Australian dollar which we could have bought for $.63 on the day we decided to move here last October. It's going to bounce back. But for now, we more just think of everything as "kind of expensive".

Anyway, for the record...

1 mile = 1.6 kilometers - speed limits for "built up" areas (in town) is 50 kph, or about 30 mph. I am certain we could walk that fast. And I am beyond certain that it's easy to get a ticket here.

1 pound = .45 kilograms - we prefer to be weighed in kilos, the number means little to us and sounds comparatively low.

1 gallon = 3.76 liters - gas is currently $1.19/liter, so that's about $4.50 a gallon, yikes.

It still gives us shuddering chills to think we considered doing all this in Spanish.

Bees

A while back we had a problem with a possum living in our office. Minutes ago, the public announcement system broadcast a message that a swarm of bees has been spotted in the stairwell of building 33 and that employees are advised to avoid the stairwell of building 33 "until further notice". Almost on cue, moments later, a bee flew in my window and buzzed around my desk. Eventually we shooed it back out the window, but I think we're likely going to stay inside for a while the swarm blows over. Tom

Baby picture

My mom found this old picture of me from when I was six months or younger I'm guessing. Seems that even back then my hairline was receding.

Anniversary Weekend of Fun

Tom and I met on September 11, 2006. To keep things simple (and perhaps generate some more positive associations for poor "9/11"), we got married on September 11, 2007, though, like many of our friends, we aren't too hung up on the whole married label. I think it actually kind of makes us throw up a little in the back of our throats, our blatant failure to subvert the dominant paradigm. It did make immigrating easier. And I like knowing that my wishes will be carried out exactly should someone need to decide when to pull my plug. No heroics; anything worse than a hangnail, I'm not to be made to suffer.

Technically, we were married in Colorado, a rogue land where bride and groom can legally act as their own officiants. All you got to do is sign a form and mail it in. Nice. It was a busy time in our lives; corners were cut. Only Tom and I know if we were actually in Colorado when said form was signed and what day we signed it. According to our shared Google calendar, he was at a science convention in Hawaii and I was 5000 miles away, working (mmmnnn, er, sailing?) in Florida. That calendar must have gotten goofed up when we moved here and reset the time and date functions in our computers or something.

Point being: we celebrated our 3 year anniversary on Friday. And I do celebrate having met him, absolutely. Celebrating the date we got "married" seems a little, I don't know, random, you know like bins or public schools.

The weekend's festivities:

• Rented a car. Tom did most of the driving this weekend. He also made me an anniversary mix music CD that I've been listening to while I drive around, still getting lost. I like this one, "Lua", by Bright Eyes. It's about heroin junkies apparently. (?!)
• Went to Costco. Madhouse. I bought a metric ton of onions and pallet of kiwi fruits. Lately I've been grilling vegetables and then juicing them to make soups, like carrot/ginger or cauliflower/leek. The soups turn out so well that I keep threatening to "quit my job and just make soup all day". Tom just looks at me stoically when I say that; he laughs on the inside.
• Had fab dinner here:

• Went to a German Board Games Convention. It's rare for us to not feel like the very geekiest people in the room so this was a treat. We've been really getting into strategy board games lately. This was a group of about 50 other uber dorks and a few of our close friends, who got together for a weekend-long gaming marathon. Tom somehow got paired up with an irksome little 10 year old kid for a few hours too long, learning Race for The Galaxy, and Arkham Horror. I discovered all kinds of new passions, like a quick and easy dice game called Risk Express, TransEuropa and Honeybears. My friend Roger, the "Honey Bear King", said he'd never in all his life seen someone score quite so badly as I did. Yikes.

• Played in a lawn bowls tournament. I'd never played lawn bowls before (or even heard of it). They paired us up alphabetically and my partner, Neil from Adelaide, was a compassionate coach. Would you believe Neil and I made the finals and were only one bowl short of winning the championship? Take that Honey Bears King! It's actually a fun sport for the summer and we hear there is a cool club in our neighborhood that we may look into joining this summer. Getting Tom to wear all white, though, I don't now.
• Ordered a new sorbet/gelato/ice cream maker. Makes me want to quit my job and just make sorbet/gelato/ice cream all day. We swore we wouldn't let kitchen appliances take over our lives again yet still they creep on in.
• Watched a kids' documentary about a walrus and a polar bear. I liked that the movie talks about how the artic ice is melting and how hard that is on the animals, then, at the end, they recommend ways you can help: wash your clothes in cold water, take shorter showers, eat fresh food instead of frozen. I hope it works. Anthropomorphizing cute baby animals is a genius angle.
• Bought job interview clothes. My goal look is to be indistinguishable from Lucy Liu (you know, 1/2 Taiwanese, 5'2", 100 pounds). Tom was really sweet when I told him the fiscal damage. Never let it be said that I let thrift or the impossible stand in my way.

What I mostly did was think about where we've been and where we're going, what's working and not...kind of a velocity + position assessment.

What were you doing three years ago, today? Did you think everything would be what it is, now?

20 cent pieces

It's fairly rare to find commemorative 20 cent coins in Australia, so imagine my delight when I came across this number:



Right, Queen Elizabeth II on everything as usual, no surprises there.



And then on the flip side there's a kiwi bird and a silver fern.

Hey, wait a minute... those are endemic to New Zealand! Sure enough, it's a NZ 20 cent piece (worth 16 australia cents). They look the same, are the same weight (11.3 grams), diameter (28.5 mm) etc.- way to differentiate yourself island nation number 2!

Indeed, the 5, 10 and 20 cent coins of New Zealand were practically identical to Australia until 2006 when New Zealand redesigned, in particular making them smaller. Aus still has the biggest coin, the 50 cent piece, in the world: a stack of 30 of them would weigh a pound (note to self in case I'm ever in a prison riot). Yet for all that effort, NZ still kept the queen on every coin.