10 Reasons I Hate Living in Australia

Preface: I don’t hate Australia

Before you leap down my throat and accuse me of being un-Australian (the worst of all insults that can be hurled at an Aussie native), I want to preface this by saying one thing:

I could think of 10,000 reasons why I love living in Australia.

I could wax lyrical about the many beautiful cities I’ve visited (or have yet to visit), the natural beauty that exists in abundance, the fantastic foods, the wonderful people, the epic sporting confrontations, the quirks, the traditions, the holidays, the weather, and the thousand little things that slip my mind most of the time and then leap back into my mind on some random autumn morning here in China.

My family are undoubtedly the thing I love most about Australia.
My family are undoubtedly the thing I love most about Australia.

For those curious, this morning it’s remembering what it felt like to sprawl out on my bed in Glen Innes after a shower on a warm spring day.

The curtains stir with a breeze carrying the sweet smell of pollen whipped up from the gardens lower on the hill and in the distance the incongruous sounds of cars and cattle reach my ear.

I love my sleepy mountain hometown in that conflicted way that most travelers do.

So Why Do You Hate Living in Australia?

I don’t travel because I hate Australia or Australian life. Get that idea out of your head right now.

But I’d be lying if I said a big part of the reason I travel isn’t my reluctance to live full time in Australia. It’s a question I get asked a lot too.

“Why do you travel so much? You’re from Australia! I’d kill to live there!”

So, here we go…

10. No street food

Let’s start small with something relatively innocuous.

I love street food.

To me, there is no better window into the culinary culture of a country than the cheap eats that locals cook and eat on crowded side streets.

From the foul bondeggi (boiled silkworm larvae) in South Korea to the orgasmic lamb skewers in China’s Xinjiang province; sampling street food is a favorite way to embrace local culture and one of the first opportunities I afford myself to step away from tacky Western franchises and into the world I’ve placed myself in.

Delicious Korean street food.
Delicious Korean street food.

There’s no doubting that Australia has some fantastic traditional foods that are further complimented by the countless multicultural influences that have emerged over the past 40-50 years, but sit down restaurants and expensive eateries abound.

Visitors wanting to sample Aussie food will almost always have to wade through the innumerable classy European, Asian, fusion, or fast food restaurants that abound.

Imagine being able to get a sneaky 'pav' on the go!
Imagine being able to get a sneaky ‘pav’ on the go!

Australian food handling laws are designed to protect, of course, but they do a great disservice to visitors and locals alike.

I’d love for there to be a day where kangaroo skewers, late night kebabs, cheap and nasty noodle bowls, and sausage sandwiches could be picked up night and day across the country.

9. Distant culture

The stereotype of the rugged, bronzed Aussie man without a brash exterior who hasn’t shed a tear in his life might not be accurate, but it does have some basis in truth. Australian culture is, to my mind, one of the more emotionally distant I’ve encountered.

While I’ve been blessed with a number of close friends I feel comfortable telling most anything, ours is not a culture of physical affection or emotional openness.

Just chilling with some of my nearest and dearest.
Just chilling with some of my nearest and dearest.

This has lead to the same issues with mental illness that abound all over the world, and especially so for men. We’re not encouraged to ask for help or talk about our feelings, and this has lead to a number of tragedies in which people who could have been helped take the drastic step of suicide when they could have been saved.

This ‘closed off’ attitude extends to socialising, in my experience, and I’ve had infinitely more luck forging friendships and romantic relationships abroad than I ever did in Oz.

You can read more about my own struggle with depression in Travel with the Black Dog.

#8 – Our politics

This one is a rather recent and nasty development. I’m not a hugely political person, but when I’m forced to shake my head at the state of affairs in my home country on a nearly daily basis, it’s cause for concern.

He actually said 'suppository of wisdom'...
He actually said ‘suppository of wisdom’…

Between the complete and wanton disregard for our natural wonders, the persistent human rights violations in our offshore detention centres, our continued and dogged resistance to gay marriage, the argument that ‘people have the right to be bigots’, the cutting of funding to the not for profit ABC, and recent calls to do away with concepts like Medicare and affordable university – it’s like my country is determined to make a return to the glory days of the 50s.

Where once I could proudly say I come from Australia, I find myself increasingly having to defend the country from those who rightfully point out our human rights abuses, homophobic political stance, and seeming desire to move backwards rather than forwards.

I’m beginning to understand how Americans feel.

#7 – Our God awful internet

It’s become a running joke with visitors and nationals alike, but Australian internet is beyond a joke.

Slow speeds, patchy availability, ludicrous costing, inhibitive ‘download limits’, and the government’s recent invasive decision to institute data retention have made Australia something of a developing country when it comes to the internet.

Pretty depressing when you consider we invented WiFi.

The government’s attempts to remedy Australia’s lagging internet development (pun intended) have proven to be a comedy of errors, with both major parties making a dog’s breakfast of things.

Frankly, Australian internet is an embarrassment.

#6 – No career options (for me)

This one is obviously very specific to me. I’ve got lots of good friends at home who have found very successful and enjoyable careers for themselves.

For a guy who hates the drudgery of 9-5, Monday to Friday existence; Australia isn’t exactly paradise for me. ESL teaching attracted me at first because it had different hours (my first job was 1.30pm until 9pm) that suited a night owl and habitual drunkard such as myself.

Looking terribly professional in my gig for Telstra in 2010.
Looking terribly professional in my gig for Telstra in 2010.

Much like other western countries, Australia embraces the idea of the regular work week, the mortgage, the 2.5 kids, and someday retiring to play golf and take vacations by caravan. That lifestyle certainly isn’t without appeal, but it’s not one I’m in any hurry to sink into.

It’s not that I can’t find a job in Australia – I’ve had plenty. It’s that I can’t find the kind of work that would creatively fulfill me without crushing my soul.

#5 – Dating in Australia

This one drives my family crazy. My dating record reads like somebody trying to play some weird kind of continental bingo. Of all the people I’ve dated in any meaningful way, only two have come from Australia. I didn’t sleep with either of them, but did finally break my Aussie ‘duck’ back in 2012 right before I moved to China.

That’s right – I slept with a bunch of other nationalities before I even ‘sampled the local talent’. I hope you’ll excuse that rather crude euphemism.

Why? I’ve just never ‘clicked’ with Australian girls. I’m not going to open myself up for hate mail by explaining why, but suffice to say I’ve had precious little luck meeting Australian girls who I felt any real chemistry with. On the other hand, I’ve got a ridiculous streak of having romantic success with American girls, much to my family’s chagrin.

Of course, it could just be that my ‘success’ abroad has a lot to do with the fact the people I’m meeting here are of a similar mindset to me. They’re travelers and free spirits too, so it stands to reason we’d get along better than those at home who have chosen that life of working and saving and eventually settling down.

So, maybe I shouldn’t blame this one on Australia…

#4 – Lack of patriotism

Aussies are bloody proud people, especially when it comes to sport. When you compare that to the level of fanatacism you see from the British or Americans, though; it pales in comparison.

I’ve never seen an Australian moved to tears by Advance Australia Fair (not that I can blame them, it’s a fucking dreary anthem). You don’t see a great many Australian flags flying in front yards, and you won’t catch a great many of us caring enough about politics to love or hate our leader of state.

Flying the Aussie flag with pride is a rare sight.
Flying the Aussie flag with pride is a rare sight.

NB: Except recently. Tony Abbott hate seems to be a popular pastime.

It’s certainly not that Australians aren’t proud of being Australian, it’s just that we’re a little more low key in our pride. There’s nothing wrong with it, but you’ve got to admire the almost blind faith you see displayed by Americans in particular when it comes to being proud of their country.

The saddest part? Those who do display patriotism tend to be doing it for the wrong reasons. They aren’t saying “I am proud of Australia”, they’re saying “I don’t want anything to ever change”.

Basically, they’re racist and ignorant. They wave the flag around and wear it like a superman cape while becrying a need to kick out ‘immigrants’ without being aware of the irony that their ancestors immigrated here. They sport Southern Cross tattoos while shouting abuse at foreigners. It’s disgusting.

NB: It’s ironic that most of the people commenting about how it’s ‘impossible to be patriotic in Australia’ are blaming it on immigrants. Kind of proves the above point, guys.

#3 – Hard (and expensive) to get around

Australia is a big country. Duh.

It’s also a sparsely populated one, with around 80% of the population (and hence, the cities) on the coast. This means that it’s not exactly easy to get around.

The US and China are similar in size (both slightly larger) but the more even scattering of sizable cities means that there are international airports, high speed rail stations, and bus depots at far more regular intervals than you’ll find in Australia. As a result, getting from A to B is usually fairly affordable.

Want to fly somewhere in regional Australia? Grab your ankles...
Want to fly somewhere in regional Australia? Grab your ankles…

Their large populations also facilitate a more competitive market for airlines and transport companies, which has a beneficial effect for consumers.

Australia, conversely, is a bloody steep ask to get around. To travel from my home town to Sydney – an eight hour train or bus ride – will run me between $60 and $80.

Don’t live in a place serviced by a rail or bus setup? You’d better drive, because there’s likely to be no other way to get from Point A to Point B.

Air travel is similarly overpriced, with regional airports typically only serviced by a single carrier who isn’t above gouging passengers upwards of $150 for an hour long flight between Sydney and a small town.

#2 – High Cost of Living

In a lot of ways, Australians are very lucky. We live in a safe country with excellent services and a high quality of living. The price we pay for this, obviously, is that Australia is also a damned expensive country.

The cost of living is somewhat more affordable the farther you get from the service and entertainment rich coast, but even out ‘in the sticks’ you’re paying $6-$8 for an import beer, $15-30 for a dinner, and $60-$100 a month for internet that doesn’t even approach US or mainland Asian speeds or download limits. Yes, we have download limits in Australia.

When I was living and working in Sydney, I worked a 40 hour week like most other Aussies do. The majority of my money went to transport costs (roughly $9 a day for the bus), food for the week, rent, bills, and other incidentals. By the time all of this had come out, I could usually afford a single night out per pay cycle – and that would be stretching my budget.

It got to be that I felt like I was paying for the privilege of being able to work 40 hours a week. That was a primary factor in me deciding to get the hell out.

#1 – Racism

It should be impossible for Australia as racially and culturally diverse as Australia to have a problem with racism, but it’s a sad fact of life in Australia that racism is a common occurrence regardless of where you are.

It’s not just the obvious and embarrassing displays of racism like the Cronulla Race Riots or the recent violent attacks on Indian minorities in Victoria – it’s the pervasive, often easily overlooked casual racism that comes in the form of racist jokes, racial slurs, and racial stereotyping that virtually every Australian has been guilty of at some time.

The infamous Cronulla Race Riots of 2005 rank as the most embarrassing time to be an Aussie in my mind.
The infamous Cronulla Race Riots of 2005 rank as the most embarrassing time to be an Aussie in my mind.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m of the opinion that there are no taboos when it comes to comedy, but it seems that the average Australian has forgotten that regardless of whether you’re ‘just joking’, it can still be racist. And I include myself in this from time to time.

It’s not just jokes, though. It’s people who throw around racial slurs like ‘fucking Chinks’ or ‘God damn Arabs’ when they’re angry about something innocuous. It’s the incorrect belief that people who come here should ‘act Australian or get the fuck out’. It’s people shouting ‘learn English!’ at people from other countries, complaining about Indians ‘stealing their jobs’, and arguing vehemently that we have no room for ‘terrorists’ from other countries who are seeking refuge.

Epilogue

As I stated in my prologue, none of this is intended to deter people from visiting Australia or moving there. I adore the country and feel very lucky to be able to call myself Australian.

These aren’t reasons I hate Australia or reasons not to go there, they’re just a few reasons why I choose not to live there. And there are many, many more reasons why I would love to someday call it home again.

Your Say

What do you ‘hate’ about your own country or your adopted country?

Have I hit the mark? Or am I way off base with these?

Looking for something more positive? Check out my Australian bucket list for 95 reasons why I love Australia.

Bucket List Focus: #30 – Anzac Day in Gallipoli

What is Anzac Day?

To people who aren’t from Australia or New Zealand, Anzac Day might not mean a great deal. The holiday, commemorating the brutal and bloody allied assault on Gallipoli (then a part of the Ottoman Empire) during World War I, is held every year on April 25th.

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A photo of Anzac Cove shortly after the landing by Australian and New Zealand soldiers.

The assault, which cost 120,000 lives between the two factions, was seen as a defining moment in both Australian and New Zealand history. After World War II, Anzac Day became a day to commemorate all soldiers who have died in armed conflicts, rather than just those who served in the bloody landing on that lonely stretch of Turkish beach.

How is it Commemorated?

Anzac Day is commemorated around Australia, New Zealand, and the world – and typically starts with a Dawn Service. As the landing on Gallipoli took place at dawn, so too does the day begin at dawn for both returned servicemen and those who want to honour the legacy of the falling.

Services typically involved two minutes silence – started with a lone bugler playing the Last Post and finishing with the same bugler playing Reveille. The silence juxtaposed with the hauntingly lonely sounds of the bugler make for an emotionally loaded moment, especially given the context of what is being commemorated.

The red poppy is widely associated with remembrance.
The red poppy is widely associated with remembrance.

Larger ceremonies, usually held in capital cities and at prominent war memorials, also include the Recitation. I’ve been honoured to have been asked to provide the Recitation here in Nanjing for the last two years.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old;
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.

Want to Know More?

Worldcare have been kind enough to provide this informative infographic that highlights some of the key facts and figures surrounding the holiday.

Image courtesy of Worldcare.
Image courtesy of Worldcare.

Bucket List Item #30: Spend Anzac Day in Gallipoli

A travel dream that I know I share with a great many patriotic Australians is to someday attend the Dawn Service that takes place in Gallipoli, Turkey each year.

Taking place at the Anzac Commemorative Site on the northern beach of Gallipoli, the service is especially moving as it takes place so close to Anzac Cove, where these brave men lost their lives in service of Queen and Country. 

The opportunity to hear the haunting bugling and observe the long silence that exists between both tunes on ground that to many Australians would be considered hallowed is one I sorely wish to have someday, and the chance to later explore Anzac Cove (named after the Australia and New Zealand Army Corps by the Turkish government in 1985) is particularly intriguing to me.

Your Say

Does your own home country have a memorial day that you would like to commemorate at a place of great significance to your nation’s history? Or have you been lucky enough to experience this already yourself?

Food Poisoning in Thailand: The Day Thailand was My Toilet

Hardly Old Friends

I wouldn’t say I am intimately familiar with food poisoning; but it and I seem to find one another at the most inconvenient of times.

My first brush with the stomach cramping, cheek clenching, bile tasting beast was when I was on the bumpy, day long journey from Tashgorkan to Kashgar along the Karakorum Highway in 2012. On a drive where toilets ranged from non-existent to holes in the ground where the pile of shit very nearly reached the lip of the hole, suffice to say it was an unpleasant day.

Change of Venue

On this particular day, though, I was about as far removed from the dusty roads of China’s Xinjiang province as I could be – boarding a tiny boat in the Thai beach paradise of Phuket for a day exploring the islands that dot the brilliantly blue-green water.

Our tour was ostensibly to see the island made famous in The Man with the Golden Gun; a movie in which Christopher Lee proves he was born looking like he was nine hundred years old, but we’d also visit a few other spots as well.

Even as we jumped from boat to boat tor each our home for the day, I could feel the tell-tale groans and growls of dissatisfaction from my stomach. I prayed the boat at least had a bathroom on it.

It did, but it wasn’t pretty. And I knew today was going to be a long day.

Obstacle #1 – The Bat Cave

Christian Bale was conspicuous in his absence as Nomadic American and I clambered down into our canoe for the trek into the aptly named ‘bat cave’. Our guide smiled at us cheerfully and snapped a few pictures before we moved from the brilliantly sunny summer day and into the oppressive, cloying stink of a cave in which hundreds of bats voided their bowels as freely as I wished I could.

Waiting to enter the world's smelliest cave.
Waiting to enter the world’s smelliest cave.

The stink of the place was monumental. I’m not a man with a weak stomach, but in its already compromised state, my gut began to voice its protest.

Having skipped breakfast, my stomach had only a watery soup of luke warm Sprite in it, but it gladly ejected it violently from my mouth and threatened to spray anybody foolish enough to approach too closely to our canoe.

Our guide, whether out of a misguided sense of responsibility for my state or just not having anything better to say, hastily apologized as he rushed to get us back to the fresh air.

Doing my best to not look like I just vomited everywhere.
Doing my best to not look like I just vomited everywhere.

I can’t say I remember a great deal of the fabled bat cave, save the rising terror I felt as I realized I was going to vomit, and the temporary relief I felt when my stomach had completely emptied itself.

A Temporary Reprieve

Having embarrassed myself and my (then) girlfriend, I was feeling remarkably good when we got back onto the boat. Hell, I even tucked into the buffet lunch they’d laid out for us on our way to James Bond Island.

We arrived on the popular tourist island with the sun shining high overhead and the worst of my stomach cramps having abated.

I touched it!
I touched it!

When Nomadic American suggested the pair of us swim out to touch the famous pillar of stone that the island is famous for, I even felt good enough to wade out into the muddy water and give it my best.

Touching the rock proved slightly difficult given the swarm of spider-like crabs on it, but I wouldn’t be Australian if I let the threat of multi-limbed death prevent me from doing something.

Staggering back onto dry land, I was feeling remarkably good about myself. Not just because I hadn’t thrown up in a while, but because the swim was a decent length and I’d done it without dying. Go me!

Obstacle #2 – The Long Swim

Perhaps buoyed by my rock touching exploits, I decided to join the younger members of our tour in swimming to a distant beach. After acrobatically leaping (okay, belly-flopping) from the upper deck of the boat, I swam in to the shore with Nomadic American not far behind.

Not long after reaching the sandy beach, though, I began to feel the familiar aching that had prologued my last explosive exclamation of excrement.

I know vomit isn’t excrement, but alliteration is cool, okay?

The swim back to the boat very nearly broke me.
The swim back to the boat very nearly broke me.

Realising I had a lengthy (150m or so) swim back to the boat and its attached bathroom, I began to frantically paddle against the current and back towards the boat.

Before too long I was too tired to keep swimming and too proud to let one of the canoes drag me in, so I did what any reasonable man would do: I hastily tugged off my pants and let nature take its course.

Thank Christ the water was already muddy brown.

“Are you okay?” Nomadic American shouted as she swam towards me.

“Stay away!” I screamed my warning back at her, dreading her reaction if she had to do the breast stroke through the oil slick I’d just generated.

Thankfully, she listened.

Feeling a lot better (and worse) about myself, I finally made it back to the boat.

Obstacle #3 – The Trip Home

I spent the trip back curled up in the fetal position on the boat’s lower deck in the grips of intense cramps and cold sweats. A kindly South African man tried to make conversation, but I wasn’t at my erudite best as I tried my hardest not to repaint the decks.

We finally made it to land and were hastily piled into a van, but I was feeling worse and worse. I could barely see straight and the van was taking TOO FUCKING LONG!

Seeing my distress, our driver pulled over to the side of the road where my South African friend upended a bottle of water over my head and I resumed doing the fetal rock on the ground.

When we finally did make it home, I literally lay down on the floor of our bathroom and let the shower run. My poor girlfriend had to come wake me up and drag me to bed.

While I slept, she went out and bought everything she could think of that would help settle my stomach: plain bread, bananas, plain chips, and some soda. She was good that way.

Recovery

As these things tend to do, it promptly disappeared not long after her return. I might have vomited and shit in the waters of Thailand, but I’d managed to touch the spire for which James Bond Island is famous. The day wasn’t a complete loss.

Your Say

Do you have any embarrassing stories of food poisoning from the road you’d care to share? Got any tips for combating the dreaded stomach bug on the road?

Welcome to Boracay

The name Boracay is almost synonymous with a visit to the Philippines these days. While places like Palawan and Bohol are fast developing names for themselves, Boracay seems to be the first stop most casual travelers make when visiting the Philippines.

With my recent holiday to the Philippines featuring myself, two of my brothers, a soon-to-be sister-in-law, and my hetero life partner; starting things off with some relaxation, booziness, and decadence on Boracay seemed like just what the doctor ordered after a long and cold Nanjing winter.

The gang (+2 extras) island hopping in Boracay
The gang (+2 extras) island hopping in Boracay.

Why Boracay?

I’m not usually a fan of crowded tourist traps, and even less so when it’s Chinese New Year and half of China’s ill-mannered population is headed there as well, but we wanted someplace ‘simple’ in terms of finding good food, good beaches, and things to do. And there’s definitely no shortage of things to do in Boracay. With that in mind, I was somehow given the role of tour coordinator and put in charge of organising everything. The perks of being the traveler in the family, I guess.

The Base: MNL Boracay

There’s no shortage of accommodation options on the Philippines’ most famous beach, but we opted for the MNL Boracay Hostel and couldn’t have been happier. After having a less than amazing experience at their Manila venue (more on that later), we were pleasantly surprised by this breezy, friendly hostel that had an awesome location.

MNL Boracay was a base for the trip and we couldn't have been happier. Photo by MNL Boracay.
MNL Boracay was a base for the trip and we couldn’t have been happier. Photo by MNL Boracay.

Situated a two minute walk from one beach and a ten minute walk from the island’s famous White Beach, the hostel also had a pair of very good restaurants (The Point for comfort food, and a fancy sushi restaurant) downstairs as well as a couple more good ones (I particularly liked Munchies for local food and Mexican) within walking distance. A big, comfy lounge area with WiFi that even worked occasionally, a helpful and friendly staff, and a kick-ass rooftop lounge area complete with couches and a mini cinema made it an all around perfect place for a group of travelers of various levels of ‘expertise’.

We particularly dug the way dorms were set up, with beds in their own alcoves with independent lights and storage. It meant you could share with eight people without feeling like your personal space was being infringed upon, and that’s particularly handy if you’re a night owl like myself.

Food

While I’ll probably get borderline lynched (like the girl who hates Filipino food despite not really having eaten any), I didn’t eat a great deal of local food while on Boracay. After six or seven months of the same 3-5 western restaurants and too much oily Jiangsu cuisine, we lapped up every opportunity we could to eat decadently on the island. As we were close to D Mall, most of our dining was done there.

Typical Filipino cuisine... not!
Typical Filipino cuisine… not!

Here are just a few of our food highlights:

  • Munchies: Great little hole in the wall with cheap beers, free WiFi, and a good mix of Mexican and local comfort dishes.
  • Lemon: Not cheap by any stretch, but arguably the best food we had during our visit.
  • Ole: A mix of Spanish, Cuban, and Mexican, Ole stays open 24 hours and has a good selection for all tastes.
  • Thai Basil: Great Thai food and a pretty impressive selection of drinks and smoothies too.
  • Cafe del Sol: Great breakfasts right on the beach. Fantastic coffee.
  • Mint Bar: Good drinks, hookah, and live music.
  • Aria: Pretty good, if expensive, Italian cuisine. Right on the beach.

To say we ate like kings on the trip would be an understatement. We’d wake up for a full breakfast, eat a sizable lunch, and then dine with the sunset every day. I feel like we spent $40-$60 a day just on food, and I definitely noticed the different in my belly when I got home! If you’re looking for that kind of luxury, though, Boracay’s a great place to go.

Things to do in Boracay

Another reason we were drawn to Boracay was the sheer amount of things to do there. Google ‘things to do in Boracay’ and you’re likely to find more options that you can shake a stick at. Even with the seething mass of Chinese tourists that were crowding the beaches and eateries, there was always somebody willing to take us out on a tour or offer us a ‘special price’.

Actually, our hostel was very good in that they had a local guy who was on hand whenever we needed him to take us out and show us something. While we did spend the arbitrary days on the beach just swimming, relaxing, tossing around a ball we’d won at an arcade, or making idiots of ourselves trying to chicken fight – we also got out and did some more active stuff as well.

We spent our first day on the island doing a short but enjoyable ATV tour of Boracay, complete with stop off on the island’s highest point for some pictures. It’s hardly an adrenaline rush, but it was a nice way to see part of the island we likely wouldn’t have seen otherwise.

The gang saddled up and ready to take on the mountain.
The gang saddled up and ready to take on the mountain.

We also did the touristy thing and went out para-sailing, although I gave it a miss after being underwhelmed by the concept when visiting Hainan back in 2008. The others certainly enjoyed seeing the island from a different perspective, and I savoured a few moments of ‘me time’ after being tour guide for a few days.

It had to be done...
It had to be done…

We contemplated horse riding on the beach, but found it was all lead at a very slow pace, so a few of us opted to go see some cock fights instead. Being a civilized gentleman, I opted not to see it.

Or it could have been that I saw cock fights in Xinjiang…

To be honest, all I wanted to do on Boracay was lie on the beach and read, so the island hopping tour was a blessing. A few hours out in the warm, clear waters with just my snorkel and my thoughts was a welcome treat. Stopping on a secluded beach for coconuts and some R&R was lovely as well.

Just chilling with cowboy hats and coconuts.
Just chilling with cowboy hats and coconuts.

Simply put, you’re never going to want for things to do in Boracay. We were exceptionally lazy, and still managed to pack in the above.

Sexy Massage Time

Another facet of the island that I liked were the massages, which were plentiful and affordable by western standards. Our experiences varied from cold and clinical (blech) to an amusing encounter in which all five of our party – cramped into a tiny hotel room – were flirted with brazenly by our cute Pinay massage therapists.

Even the girl in our party wasn’t spared the “Ooh, you’re so sexy. I like massaging you”. It was a great laugh.

The Night Life

Boracay has a reputation as a party island, and we certainly took the opportunity to explore that on a few nights. What started as sneaky beers at Munchies soon devolved into hookah on the beach, doing shots with complete strangers in night clubs, and making out at dawn with a pretty local girl.

The club and bar scene along White Beach is as epic as you’d expect from a tourist island with a global reputation for knowing how to have a good time.

The sun sets on Boracay. There are no PG rated images from our nights.
The sun sets on Boracay. There are no PG rated images from our nights.

Between the Chinese New Year Fireworks and the seemingly nightly drinks specials and parties, it was easy to meet a bunch of friendly peeps and spend the night drinking and dancing until it was time to stagger home with the rising sun. But let’s spare a moment to mourn the loss of my brother’s poor iPhone.

The Verdict

I know people who hate ‘tourist traps’ like Boracay, but it was just what the doctor ordered after a long and dour winter in Nanjing. Good food, cheap drinks, brilliant weather, a night life, pretty locals, and some much needed R&R were all on hand and readily lapped up by our eager party of five.

While my brother Dom and his girlfriend would depart after Boracay, we remaining three still had Palawan and Bohol to go…

Your Say

Have you been to Boracay? What did you like or dislike about the Philippines’ premium beach venue?

Joining the Nanking Nation in Nanjing

Featured photo by Yanjing Li

Loving (and hating) Nanjing

A few months back, a few of my friends and I were out for a random and surprisingly fun night out in Nanjing. I say surprisingly because, for the better part of eighteen months here, I’d felt like my social life consisted of just two things:

  • Friday drinks at Talking 2 with my co-workers
  • Sunday cricket sessions

While this certainly wasn’t a bad social life to have, it was sorely lacking in both variety and girls. The latter hadn’t been a problem while I’d been coupled up with Nomadic American, but in my newfound state of singledom I found myself yearning for something a bit more… ahem… stimulating than discussions of boundaries and bad catches with the boys.

Cricket was my social highlight for two years in Nanjing.
Cricket was my social highlight for two years in Nanjing.

I’ve drifted off topic. The point is, it was a surprisingly fun night out and my path had crossed with that of a group of foreigners I’m not sure I’ve seen since. At one point, one of them came up and asked:

“Hey, strange question, but are you Aussie on the Road?”

Having never been recognized from my blog before, I was taken aback. He went on to confess that he’d chosen Nanjing over Hong Kong after reading my article about loving life in Nanjing.

I apologized profusely for this. While Nanjing is certainly not downtown Fallujah, it’s a far cry from the cosmopolitan wonder that is Hong Kong.

While I certainly wasn’t hating my life in Nanjing, it was safe to say it had fallen into a kind of disappointing lull that was only interrupted by the occasional road trip (such as the trip to the Qingdao Beer Festival) or boozy night out.

Enter Nanking Nation

October rolled around with me counting down until my March contract expiry and whatever adventure would come next. As I was scrolling through Facebook I saw an ad for a ‘party bus’ in Nanjing.

The entire NKN party crew ready to celebrate Mardi Gras.
The entire NKN party crew ready to celebrate Mardi Gras.

My one big complaint with the city had always been its difficult to crack social scene, so the prospect of being crammed onto a bus full of fellow drunk foreigners was one I was immediately keen on. Could I finally expand my circle of friends beyond my co-workers, my brother, and his girlfriend? Surely not!

The party bus – which has since become a monthly Nanjing institution – saw us visiting four different bars about town, drinking tequila and whiskey right from the bottle on a too crowded bus, and staggering down darkened streets between our venues. Drunken friendships were made, selfies were taken, and my mate and I both managed to snog the same lucky lass before our alcohol addled brains decided to desert us for the night.

Hanging with new friends in a Nanjing night club in 1912.
Hanging with new friends in a Nanjing night club in 1912.

I woke the next day with a bunch of new numbers in my phone, a splitting headache, and a nasty bump on my leg.

Injuring myself on the party bus has become something of a habit. I’ve now destroyed my knee twice and my shin once. Totally worth it.

Joining the Nation

Nanking Nation isn’t just about boozy party pub crawls, though. The service extends to a discount card that gets its holder discounts at a number of bars, restaurants, and venues around the city. Suddenly it’s not just the same bakery and Italian restaurant featuring on my weekly menu. Nanjing has Spanish and Thai and Indian and French restaurants that I’d never even know existed.

Shots with the cool kids.
Shots with the cool kids.

It was around January this year that I got to talking with the company’s founder and offered to help out in any way I could. It seemed only fair. In three months of events I’d made more friends than in the previous two years in Nanjing, I’d met girls who inexplicably found the ginger beard attractive, and I started to actually like Nanjing. Shock! Horror!

It was last month that I came on board as the company’s social media and PR guy, but my role quickly became more hands on as I took the lead on our recent St. Patrick’s Day Pub Crawl. Instead of just drinking myself into oblivion, I was collecting money for tickets, negotiating with venues, and making sure everybody got on and off the bus in one piece.

It was a whole other experience, but even without my vital liquid courage, I still came out of the night with a few new friends and plenty of amusing stories.

I'm no better at foosball sober.
I’m no better at foosball sober.

We’re now in the process of planning a whole slew of other initiatives such as venue parties, tours, a survival guide for Nanjing newcomers, sports leagues, and even a dedicated blog based on expat life here in China. Exciting times lay ahead!

It’s an Expat Thing

Maybe the above doesn’t sound all that interesting to the long term travelers out there. Life on the road is filled with new faces and good times. Expat life, while it’s definitely exciting at first as you settle into a new country and culture, can quickly become every bit as humdrum as the life at home we left behind.

It’s initiatives like Nanking Nation that turn a big, ‘scary’ city into something that more closely resembles home.

My brother, his girlfriend, and my mates on a New Year's Booze Cruise.
My brother, his girlfriend, and my mates on a New Year’s Booze Cruise.

When I renewed my contract for an extra six months a few weeks ago, I wasn’t dreading another six months in China like I had been a few months earlier; I was excited for the good times that lay ahead.

Interested in Joining the Nation?

If you’re an expat in Nanjing and you’re looking for new faces or new places, visit out the Nanking Nation website or our Facebook page (run by yours truly).

If you’re just breezing through town and looking for a place to party, get in touch and we’ll sort you out!