Contemplating Yosemite from atop the Sentinel Dome

2012 in Review: A Year in Pictures

In contrast to the highs and lows of 2011, 2012 was a year of consolidation and more satisfaction than either excitement or sorrow. Over the course of the last twelve months I’ve revisited two countries, rekindled my love for ESL teaching, found myself in a relationship with a gorgeous girl, helped lead up the Travel Blogging Calendar project, experienced some less known parts of China, became an uncle for the second time, and checked off quite a few things from my bucket list.

In the grand scheme of things, I wouldn’t call 2012 a banner year. It didn’t quite match the excitement of 2008/2009, but it was a year of contentment and of precious little stress. That was something I sorely needed after the roughness that had been 2011.

January – Boobs and Self Improvement

The year started with one of the better New Year’s I can remember. Far from the heartbreak of a New Year’s break-up in Fiji the year before, 2012 started with my brothers and I painting the town red as we partied our way from the suburbs and into Darling Harbour for the midnight fireworks. A buxom American lass was kind enough to plant a few kisses on me to make the night a little more memorable too.

January also saw me checking off the first of the items on my 302 item bucket list, with a nubile Canberra lass by the name of Tiffani helping make my memories of an Aussie bucks party all the more special with a blue ball inspiring lap dance.

It wasn’t all bitches and boobs, though. January also saw my battle with depression take a real turning point when I decided to share my struggle with the world. The tremendous response – emails, comments, texts, calls, and PMs – really drove home to me how loved I was and reminded me that the battle with depression is not one I fight alone. A particular highlight for me was being taken out for dinner on Sydney Harbour by friends I’d made the previous October in Tangalooma.

After a positive end to 2011, 2012 had continued the upward trend.

Bucks party madness
This one is from a 2011 bucks, but it’s the best I’ve got <_<
Skittles shots at the Stratton Hotel for New Year's in Sydney
Skittles shots at the Stratton Hotel for New Year’s in Sydney

February – Laying Low

February was a month of recovery for me as I tried my hardest to make good on my ‘no drinking’ promise. Hosting a slightly viral ‘Bring a Single Friend’ party on Valentine’s Day certainly was an interesting way to test myself, but I somehow managed to make it through the month without breaking my ‘no drinking’ policy.

The month’s highlights included seeing the very cool La Soiree and being hired for a job teaching in China. After under a year at home spinning my wheels, it was time to get back into the job and lifestyle that I loved.

Crowded party house
My kitchen turns into a dancefloor for our slightly viral Bring a Single Friend party.
New friends are made at the party
New friends were made at the party too!
New friends
No, seriously, new friends were made

March – Welcome to China

With China in my immediate future, I set about putting my affairs in order in Sydney for the second time in twelve months. I quit my job to travel, gave notice to my very cool housemate and friend, Steph, spent some time exploring Green Valley Farm with my family, and then made the leap that was a flight to Nanjing in China where I found a new job, new friends, and an entirely new lifestyle that reinvigorated me after the coma that had been desk work.

My return to expat life wasn’t quite as socially thrilling as South Korea had lead me to believe. While I forged new friendships through work, a local cricket team, and happy circumstance putting me in the same city as the younger brother of my best friend – this wasn’t the parties, new romances, and wild weekends that had marked my time in South Korea.

I promised myself that would come in time; nine months on and I’ve still yet to find Nanjing’s social pulse. But that’s not to say I haven’t enjoyed it.

Waterslide at Green Valley Farm
My youngest brother explodes out of the waterslide at Green Valley Farm
Farewell at Hart's Pub
David and Jenny are sad to see me leaving at my farewell at Hart’s Pub in Sydney
Farewell drinks in Sydney
The boys and I bid one another a fond farewell as only we can

April – Of New Friends and Strange Foods in (and around) my mouth

Despite the lack of drunken orgies and all night noraebang parties, life in Nanjing suited me. The cool weather meant a lot of time was spent writing, but I still found time to get out and experience the city with a pair of girls with whom I formed a posse dubbed ‘The Menstruation Nation’. I was loving life in Nanjing and it was in April that I struck upon the idea of eating strange Chinese foods and filming the results.

The Test Drive segment hasn’t soared to great heights of popularity, but it’s a fun little side segment and one I’m looking to expand upon as 2013 sees a new focus on building up the video side of Aussie on the Road.

Me and a bird
Apparently holding this bird cage was the most interesting thing I did in April.

May – To Xinjiang!

The first real adventure of 2012 didn’t come until May, but I think I more than made up for a slow five months by picking a less well trodden part of the world to explore. China’s Xinjiang province is a bit like the wild west, and my friend Kara and I did our best to soak in as much as possible as we were underwhelmed by Urumqi, fought altitude sickness on the Karakorum Highway, rode camels in the ominously named ‘Desert of Death‘, and (I, at least) fell in love with the often overlooked corner of China.

As if that one week adventure wasn’t enough to satiate me, I also began plans for an ambitious five week tour of the United States complete with romancing of a pretty Maryland girl. Said girl has since moved to China, become my girlfriend, and dubbed herself the Nomadic American.

Making new friends in Kashgar, Xinjiang
My friend Kara and I became regulars at this cute little Uighur restaurant in Kashgar. It was sad to leave!
The Stone Fort in Tashgorkan, Xinjiang
The picturesque town of Tashgorkan and its famous Stone Fort.

June – Saving the World!

It seemed like even when I wasn’t planning trips, I was being sent on them by my school. As part of a yearly goodwill mission to a disadvantaged corner of Jiangsu province, my school sent my mate and I out for a two day mission to Shuanggou in the north. Over the course of two days we taught over-crowded classes of kids just clamouring for knowledge and played the role of diplomat at a number of Baijiu fueled dinners.

It was a distinctly different side of China than most tourists get to see and an experience I’ll take with me wherever I go.

When I wasn’t volunteering in China, I was keeping a low profile as I saved for my trip to the United States. A brief stop in Shanghai saw me check off bucket list item #2 when I couch-surfed for the first time, and then it was off to the US of A!

I finished June in a way that was both cliched and terrific; running (well, walking due to the weight of my pack) into the arms of a pretty American lass who has since become my girlfriend. As first kisses go it was a tad awkward, but six months on – we’re still kicking. I must be doing something right.

Teaching ESL in China
I lend my teaching ‘expertise’ to a crowded classroom in Shuanggou, Jiangsu
Chinese classroom
The kids are entirely too excited about learning English

July – Party in the USA

I know. I’m disappointed in me for referencing Miley Cyrus as well.

July was one hell of a month for me. In fact, it was so packed with American adventures that I’ve actually still not caught up on blogging about them completely. Shame on me.

My adventures started in Annapolis, Maryland and took place on the east coast for the first two weeks. I spent the 4th of July on South Beach, biked through the Everglades, visited Sanibel, hit up Disney World with a long time online friend, spent a romantic night in New York, explored the Smithsonian, fell a little bit in love with the Ocean City Boardwalk, played in the waves at Assateague Beach, and managed to survive time in Maryland without getting shot.

Then it was off to the other side of the country for California Adventure in LA, a road trip to Yosemite (where I met a bear), some time in Monterey, a whirlwind tour of San Francisco, and then catching up with old friends in my favourite US city – Portland.

4th of July on South Beach, Miami
Blogging’s new power couple soaking in the sun on Miami’s South Beach for 4th of July.
First time at Disney World
Pretty excited to be at Disney World for the first time.
Standing in the Florida Everglades
Checking off a bucket list item by biking through the Florida Everglades
Tandem bike ride in New York
Another bucket list item checked off as Heather and I tandem bike ride through Central Park.
Jolly Roger's, Ocean City
The rollercoaster at Jolly Rogers on the Ocean City Boardwalk in Maryland
California Adventure carousel
Entirely too excited to be at California Adventure
Disney Princess and I
Sleeping Beauty teaches me how to stand like a prince at California Adventure
Standing at Yosemite
Fulfilling half of a bucket list item by visiting the gorgeous Yosemite National Park in California.
Yosemite Half Dome
Yeah, we didn’t climb this. We did climb Sentinel Dome though! And there was a bear…
Contemplating Yosemite from atop the Sentinel Dome
Contemplating Yosemite from atop the Sentinel Dome
The sun sets over Yosemite
The sun sets over Yosemite (and my pretty girl)
golden gate bridge bike ride
Riding across the Golden Gate Bridge on a foggy San Francisco morning

August – Farewell, America!

The last month of summer was a bittersweet one for me. It started off with time cruising the San Juan’s and catching up with old friends in Seattle. Then it was off to Chicago for a good friend’s wedding before the always tough moment of saying goodbye to a girl.

At the time, as we were both more than a little teary eyed outside Chicago’s O’Hare Airport, I wasn’t sure if I’d ever see her again. My last moments with Heather had been spent eating junk food and trying not to cry at a gas station, and all too soon I was waving her goodbye as her car headed off towards Midway and I headed back towards China.

Getting back to stinking hot China and my life here somewhat softened the blow, but it was soon decided that we didn’t want our story to end there. Heather would be coming to join me in October!

Portland Saturday Market
Showing off my…uh…wares at the Portland Saturday Market
Portland Brewfest 2012
Rocking my media credentials (and an ice cold beer) at Portland Brewfest
Voodoo Donuts
Sinking my teeth into a delicious maple bacon donut at Voodoo Donuts in Portland
Colombia River Gorge
Paying a return visit to the Colombia River Gorge and Multnomah Falls.
Seattle Mariners game
Meeting up with old friends (and being photo bombed) at the Seattle Mariners game
Safeco Field
Excited to be at Safeco Field for my first baseball game (and they won!)
Gentlemen
The gang from Sydney reunite over a newly skinned man-skin rug in Chicago.
Wedding in Chicago
Heather and I in our Sunday (Saturday) best for my friends’ wedding.

September – Exiled to Lianyungang

September saw me being called into my boss’s office for a little chat. Now, given my usual chats with the boss involved McDonalds coffee and talking footy – it was a bit of a shock when he asked if I’d do him the ‘small favour’ of heading out to one of our provincial schools for a few weeks.

At first the prospect of being away from my friends and the comforts of Nanjing did make me nervous, but what kind of adventurer would I be if I balked at a little unexpected change? With bags packed and newly bought PC tucked under my arm, it was off to the home of the Monkey King in northern Jiangsu.

My month in Lianyungang proved to be one of my favourite times here in China. Teaching a large but enthusiastic class (some of whom still text and email me) and being away from the hustle and bustle of Nanjing suited me. I played a whole hell of a lot of Skyrim, got a lot of writing done, ran, and ate more Chinese food than I had in the previous six months.

September also marked the end of warm weather. I miss September.

Hanging out with the Monkey King on HuaGuo Mountain
Getting acquainted with one of the Monkey King’s subjects on HuaGuo mountain in Lianyungang
Dinner with a Chinese family
Spoiled! A delicious seafood spread with the family of one of my students in Lianyungang.

October – Heather Arrives and we go exploring

I returned from my time in Lianyungang a matter of days before Heather touched down in Shanghai and I had my second romantic airport meeting of the year.

We spent a few days exploring Shanghai as I tried to acclimatize her to Chinese life. To say that Nanjing is a bit of a change after cosmopolitan Shanghai is an understatement – even moreso when we found her school was a ninety minute commute away in a distinctly rural suburb of Nanjing.

With Heather and I both eager to see more of China, we took our first vacation two weeks in as we paid a visit to Changzhou. A Dinosaur Theme Park, a hot springs, and some culture were in order – and why on earth haven’t I blogged about that yet?

Oh, and I totally posed for a sexy calendar for charity.

Halloween at Changzhou Dino Park
Celebrating Halloween with the dinosaurs at Changzhou Dino Park

November – Back to Lianyungang!

With the cold weather rolling in and my commitment to the Chinese sitcom limiting my free time, our sole trip of November took us back to Lianyungang for a visit. While I was most excited about a chance to drop in and see my students one more time, Heather was more interested in climbing the home of the Monkey King and seeing the beach one last time before it (presumably) froze over for the winter.

Our weekend there was one of extreme generousity. We arrived to a considerably discounted hotel room and were immediately whisked off to an all expenses paid dinner. Saturday saw us being treated to lunch, escorted up HuaGuo Mountain by a local family, and treated to another fantastic local dinner.

Sunday saw a complete stranger and his family taking us around town and treating us to another decadent lunch before it was time to go home. It was the most gratifying (and cheapest) weekend I’ve ever had.

Befriending an elephant at China Dino Park, Changzhou
Heather gets picked up by this handsome fellow at Changzhou Dino Park
Thanksgiving in China
Celebrating Thanksgiving in China with a buffet and my awesome co-workers

December – Getting older in Shanghai and Ho, Ho, Hoing in Hainan

December saw us on the road a lot. We celebrated my birthday with a weekend of western food and exploration in Shanghai, spent Christmas sunning ourselves on the beaches of Hainan province, and then rang in the New Year back in Shanghai.

2012 ended with more of a fizzle than a bang, though. We bounced from one cheap but empty bar to one expensive but crowded one, had the countdown go off five minutes early, and then spent two freezing hours wandering the streets of China’s largest city in search of a taxi to take us home.

We ended up flagging a motorbike rider and paying him to take us home. Probably the highlight of the night.

An ice cold beer on Dadonghai Beach, Sanya
Enjoying an ice cold beer and some Russian food on the boardwalk of Dadonghai Beach, Sanya
Posing for a portrait in Sanya, Hainan
A Chinese artist struggles to capture my inner beauty on the beach in Sanya
Merry Christmas China
Merry Christmas from a fat, shirtless Australian man on a Chinese beach

In Summary

After what was largely a frustrating and unhappy 2011, 2012 was a year of slow improvement and repair. I may not ever see a pair of years to match 2008-09, but Nanjing was somewhere closer to that level of happiness, social enjoyment, and travel. It was something I sorely needed as I did my best to shake the black dog and get my life headed in the direction I wanted it to be headed.

It was also a year of new romance, new friends, and finding a new home in a new country. I’m not the social butterfly that I enjoyed being while living in South Korea, but I’ve got a good core here and I’m bracing for what looks like a 2013 that could well top the year gone by.

You should consider having sex with a bearded man
You should consider having sex with a bearded man

So there’s my year in review, a year that spanned three countries and saw me tick off over half of my 2012 resolutions (but more on that later). There were tearful goodbyes and tearful reunions. New friends were made, strange new places were discovered, and my bucket list shrunk just a little as I made a real dent in it.

How was your 2012? What was its highlight? Lowlight?

And what do you have in mind for 2013?

Test Drive: Getting it on with some Passionfruit

A whole lot of needless (but amusing, I promise) backstory

It was September of 2009 and I was desperate to impress the people who I at the time assumed could be my future in-laws. Not being a man with a great many practical talents and pretty sure that a pair of Idaho born and bred folk wouldn’t be impressed by my poetry, I instead opted to wow them with my cooking skills – an odd decision if you’ve ever eaten something I’ve cooked.

Not feeling confident enough to cook meat pies or a proper Aussie barbie, I decided to introduce them to the New Zealand Australian delicacy known as the humble pavlova.

Pavlova
Pavlova, an Aussie institution.

Not having any experience with cooking pavlova, I went out shopping in search of the essentials. I’d brought a pair of Magic Eggs with me, so I was mostly after fruits and such.

Magic Egg
A magic egg is… well… magic. It makes pavlova out of nothing!
  • Blueberries – Check
  • Strawberries – Check
  • Bananas – Check
  • Blackberries – Check
  • Passionfruit

The quizzical look on my ex-girlfriend’s face stirred a primal terror deep inside of me. This poor fool had no idea what a passionfruit was – let alone how orgasmically good they were!

Without passionfruit, the pavlova was an unmitigated, gooey disaster. A delicious one, I might add, but a disaster all the same. I blame the absence of a core ingredient rather than my complete lack of ability to craft anything more complex than ramen or toasted cheese sandwiches in the kitchen.

I thought this was a test drive?

Oh yeah, that was a whole lot of back story that had absolutely nothing to do with the topic at hand. Except they both feature passionfruit because, well, passionfruit is the tits. It’s the cat’s pajamas and the bees knees. I’ve even heard some call it the cat’s meow, but I’m a good Christian and I try to avoid using profanity.

Fuck. 

Let’s flash forward to December 2012. A much balder, beardier, and more awesome CWB is roaming the streets of Sanya after a day of beers, lounging around, sneaking looks at Russian birds in bikinis, and reading on the beach. His pretty American girlfriend is walking alongside him when they spot a fruit stand.

All manner of tropical delights are present. Dragonfruit, clementines, pineapples, cherries, strawberries, mangosteens, rambutans and… passionfruits.

“Have you ever tried one of those?”

I ask, pointing to the stack of wrinkly brown fruits that could very well pass for a collection of well aged African scrotums.

“No,” she replied, “What are they?”

Rather than trying to explain, I instead forked out 5RMB for a bag and we rushed back to our hotel. Fifteen minutes of trying to explain to room service that I didn’t want food – only a knife and two spoons – lead us nowhere. So let’s flash forward again to… last night.

It’s cold as balls in Nanjing and we’re in bed watching Revolution when Heather asks for a ‘sweet treat’. Passionfruit aren’t really sweet, but they’re better than another home delivered McFlurry from McDonalds, so I go get them prepared.

What follows, dear reader, is her reaction:

Your Say

Have you been blessed enough to try a passionfruit? Or were you found unworthy of the most divine of fruits like the Philistine pictured above?

Got any fun ‘first time with fruit’ stories that don’t venture into the realm of American Pie? Share ’em!

Guest Post: A European Christmas by Caravan

While I might have spent my Christmas in Hainan lounging on the beach and sipping ice cold Coronas, there’s a decidedly northern hemisphere feel to things as I huddle up in front of my computer and occasionally gaze out at the snow falling over Nanjing.

Despite this being my second Christmas in the northern half of the world, I’ve still yet to experience a white Christmas; so Sebastian’s guest post on a rather unorthodox way to spend a European Christmas grabbed my attention immediately.

Rug up, grab a hot Milo, and let’s go for a little ride.

A European Christmas by Caravan

People that want the opportunity to experience a truly European Christmas, and encounter the different ways the holiday is celebrated, have few better options than travelling by caravan or motorhome. While it’s impossible to see everything on one trip, there are some places that should be fighting for a place near the top of your must-visit list.

European Christmas
A Christmas tree in front of the Colosseum as the modern and ancient world meet.

Amsterdam, The Netherlands

Amsterdam is a great first stop as you can get a ferry into Haarlem, which is under an hour away. The city is compact, so base yourself on the outskirts and travel into the city to experience the delights of a Dutch Christmas. Santa Clause – or Sinterklaas as he’s known in the Netherlands – arrives on 5 December to hand out presents to young children, but Christmas Day itself is also celebrated, so expect the holiday festivities to be strong throughout the month.

German Christmas markets

German Christmas Market
Crowds out in Frankfurt, Germany for the Christmas Market

Whether experiencing the world’s oldest Christmas markets in Dresden amongst beautiful baroque architecture, enjoying mulled wine against the backdrop of the Gothic Cologne Cathedral, or finding the perfect Christmas gift in Düsseldorf, Germany is considered the ultimate destination for Christmas markets. It can be tempting to travel from one city to another to experience the unique qualities of the individual markets, but do remember there is so much more to see…

Barcelona, Spain

In the Catalonian capital there is a unique Christmas tradition, the caganer. The caganer is a figurine found in traditional nativity scenes from as far back as the 18th century: a man squatting with his trousers down defecating. Although banned from official government nativity scenes, the figure remains popular with locals and tourists alike, especially as these days’ caganers of famous people and fictional characters are sold in the Christmas markets.

Spongebob Caganer
That’s just… weird…

Zagreb, Croatia

The capital of Croatia is a fascinating place to visit during the Christmas season. The Christmas market is centred on Ban Jelacic Square – here you’ll find Croatian culinary delights amongst folk entertainment and a stronger sense of the religious importance behind the holiday.

Zagreb Markets
There’s something very festive about a market atmosphere, as evidenced by this picture from Zagreb’s Christmas Markets.

Vienna, Austria

While some beautiful cities have already been mentioned in this list, the Austrian capital is perhaps the most picturesque. Beautiful at any time of year, the addition of Christmas decorations, the mixture of friendly locals and curious visitors, and if you’re lucky a bit of snow, makes Vienna at Christmas breath-taking.

A final word

How much of Europe you get to see will depend on how long you have to explore, and how far you want to travel. However much of the continent you intend to see, make sure that your caravan insurance covers you completely and that you know before you set off what to do should you need to make a claim. With that taken care of, you can relax and revel in the wonderful sights, smells, sounds and tastes of a European Christmas.

Your Say

Have you ever had a European Christmas? Where did you spend it and what did you find most charming, alarming, or interesting about the local traditions?

Easter Bunny on Christmas Day

Christmas with the Easter Bunny in Hainan

This is China

Jeremy of TravelFreak recently suggested that myself, Nomadic American, and he team up to popularize a #thisischina hashtag on Twitter. Lord knows, we encounter plenty of strangeness every day we spend in China as its old traditions struggle to make way for the country’s rapid westernization.

An incomplete hotel in Sanya
The price of progress. This hotel hasn’t progressed at all since my last visit in 2008.

It seems fitting then that, on a bright sunny Christmas morning on the beaches of Sanya in China’s southernmost province, we’d find the Easter bunny just going about his business.

Living in China is not without its frustrations, and lord knows our three day trip to Hainan province dished up a few, but there are some very endearing oddities to this country I now call home – and the trip highlighted a few of those in between moments of teeth grinding frustration.

Crisis in Hainan

To say the transition from 1 or 2 degree days to 25 degrees at 9pm was pleasant is like saying a blowjob is ‘nice’. It just wouldn’t do it justice. And while I expressed my happiness with a smile as I shrugged off my jacket, Heather opted to instead let out a barbaric yawp to let the entire island know we’d arrived.

Pretty girl on Dadonghai Beach
Picture this only in an airport with substantially more clothing

We spent a frustrating twenty minutes waiting by the baggage carousel before one of our fellow passengers – recognizing me after he’d spent our preflight watching me dominate all comers in FIFA 13 on my iPad – kindly pointed out to us that our baggage had been making a rather solitary course around a carousel at the opposite end of the terminal. Shaking our heads at our own stupidity, we flagged a cab and made for Dadonghai – the m0st popular beach region in Sanya City.

We pulled up out front of the Baohong Hotel and were immediately excited for the days to come. A fountain and piano player dominated the large, Grecian foyer where Christmas trees and decorations had been laid out in the holiday spirit. Brimming with confidence, I strolled up to the counter and handed over my passport.

“Please sir,” the woman at the counter asked, “Can you follow the man?” She gestured to a porter who I assumed was going to take our luggage up to our rooms.Not pointing any fingers, but somebody not named me had gone a little overboard in packing for our trip.

Our hearts soon sank as the porter not only didn’t offer to take any of our luggage – but also directed us out of the hotel and across the road to a considerably less grand looking facade. Inside the foyer of the Baohong Side Tower – a pair of fans lazily turned overhead and a Santa all in pink greeted us.

Baohong Hotel
This friendly fellow greeted us in our room. I later dried my junk with his ears.

It turns out C-Trip, China’s equivalent to Expedia, had been just a little misleading in their description of the hotel. While we’d known we’d be in the Side Tower, we’d been lead to believe by the pictures they’d provided that it would be a good deal nicer than it was. Our ‘spacious balcony’ opened up to the view of the road overhead, giving passers by an excellent look in on the westerners should they deign to look down at us. The ‘tub’ we’d been promised was non existent, and our Queen sized bed had been somehow turned into a pair of king singles too heavy to move.

Operation: Fix This Shit

The tag team went into action as I first played calm and collected boyfriend and Heather tagged in as furious harridan who will not be put down. Ninety minutes later, we’d been promised an upgrade to the rooms pictured on the C-Trip website. This was cause for some celebration. Fatty that I am, I opted to celebrate with an order of Nasi Goreng and a banana split from room service. Heather opted for a shower instead.

It was in the process of paying for said treats that Heather inexplicably decided to fling open the bathroom door and emerge naked as the day she was born into the room. Her look of abject horror was matched only by the waiter’s frantic head shaking and mutterings of ‘No, no, no’.

I think the poor bastard thought I’d have to kill him for catching a glimpse of my naked girlfriend.

I did, however, decide not to tip him. He’d gotten enough for one night.

With all but our egos intact, Heather and I opted for a low key first night in Hainan. We soaked in the warm night air, thrilled at the chance to turn an air conditioner on, and went to bed excited for a day of sunning ourselves on the beach while our peers back in Nanjing froze their cajones off.

A Beach Christmas

While I’m not a stranger to warmth and sun when it comes to Christmas, I’ve never spent one sunning myself on the beach. I’ve dabbled in pool parties at Christmas (or Boxing Day) and I’ve certainly had a sizable quantity of ice cold beverages – but I’ve never sipped from a coconut to celebrate the birth of Jesus.

And I damn sure haven’t ever stopped for a moment with the Easter Bunny on a Chinese beach at noon on Christmas Day. I daresay none of you have either.

Easter Bunny on Christmas Day
Heather spotted this fellow on the beach on Christmas Day.. I think he was lost.

Christmas in Hainan was a decidedly un-Christmassy affair. After a lovely but painful Skype home to the family to see them unwrap their presents, Heather and I made a hasty retreat to Dadonghai Beach to forget all about the Christmases neither of us would be having this year.

Dadonghai Beach
The view from underneath our umbrella at Dadonghai Beach
Chinese beach
The locals pour into the South China Sea on a hot Christmas Day in Hainan.
Pirates of the Sanya
The wonderfully chill beachside bar, Pirates of the Sanya served ice cold beers and fresh cooked Xiaokao.

Truth be told, this was my third Christmas away from home and I felt it more keenly than 2007 or 2010. It was hard not being there this time around. Maybe it’s the fact I have a niece and a nephew now. Maybe it’s that it’s been nine months since I’ve seen any of my family. Or maybe it’s just that as I approach thirty I more keenly feel the fact that life is fleeting and each Christmas I miss with my family brings me closer to a day when that family is a smaller one.

But more on such somber contemplation later.

Russian restaurant, Hainan
Enjoying a Russian lunch on the beach

With the hot sun beating down, the South China Sea delightfully warm, and the nearby bars serving up ice cold Coronas and delicious xiaokao (BBQ skewers) our Christmas was as relaxing as you could hope. We got our tan on, had a dip in the ocean, snapped entirely too many photos, collected a few seashells, and capped it all off with a delicious Christmas dinner at the Dolphin – Sanya’s only Western bar.

Dolphin Bar, Sanya
My pretty girl all dressed up for Christmas dinner at Dolphin Bar in Sanya.
Relaxing on Dadonhai Beach
An Aussie Santa all tuckered out
Heather savours a coconut on the beach
Heather savours a coconut on the beach

Not a Bad Option

I’ll talk more about Sanya as a tourist spot later, but it was a good fit for us when it came to avoiding being sad at Christmas and getting some much needed warmth. Dadonghai Beach has lost little of its charm since I last saw it in 2008, the Dolphin provided a good Christmas spread, and nature was kind enough to dish us up three warm and sunny (26C/80F) days to ensure we made the most of it.

I’ll talk about our day trip to Monkey Island (my second visit to the mislabeled peninsula) soon, as well as touching on our brushes with Chinese scammers and a general run down of why to visit and why not to visit China’s Hawaii in the next few days.

For now, let me leave you with this image and a Merry Christmas from Aussie on the Road. I hope you spent your day either with family & friends or out doing something awesome enough that you didn’t feel too bad about being away from home.

Merry Xmas
Have a bloody ripper of a Christmas, mate!
Volunteering in China

Guest Post: 6 of the Best Countries for Volunteers

It’s not just the time of year for gift-giving and over-indulging in food. It’s also a time where most of us turn our minds towards those less fortunate than us and look for ways to give back. While this year my attention has been firmly focused on producing the Travel Blogging Calendar for charity, this guest post highlighted another way in which we, as travelers, can help those less fortunate.

The article below lists six of the best countries for volunteers, but it really does only scrape the tip of the iceberg. I’d love your thoughts.

6 of the Best Countries for Volunteers

Volunteering is a great way to see the world, to make a difference and to gain practical professional experience. Whatever reason you do it for, you will gain far more than you imagine before you embark on your journey. Some people are attracted to the least glamorous places on earth; while others favour volunteering in countries that already have a high international profile. For that reason it’s impossible to rank countries in terms of appeal. So in an alphabetical list, here are some of the countries that offer an incredible experience for volunteers:

Mexico

Mexico is a country of extremes. The country has one of the largest world economies and is home to the world’s richest man, while millions of people live in poverty and social deprivation. Mexico offers the chance for volunteering opportunities at every level of social development, from grassroots rural communities to civil engineering and technical infrastructure projects.

Nepal

 The classic hippy trail country, Nepal is a land-locked country of 27 million people and eight of the world’s highest mountains. It suffers from social isolation and struggles to provide even the most basic medical care to its people. If you are a willing volunteer and are looking for a real challenge, the rewards of spectacularly difficult landscape of Nepal could be the place for you.
Children in Nepal
Volunteering in Nepal gives you the opportunity to work with disadvantaged children. Photo courtesy of ilker

Peru

According to their director, Dr Peter Slowe, many of the people who visit Projects Abroad PRO and are looking for environmental projects, settle on a volunteering project in Peru. Remote settlements in the Amazon rainforest, Inca heritage and the warmth of the people all sound like things that would be highlighted in a corporate tourist brochure, but they are also reasons
why serious volunteers come to Peru. As well as volunteering on environment projects Peru offers volunteer opportunities for nursing abroad and childcare placements.
Peru flower
Peru’s natural beauty is a big part of its lure as a volunteer destination. Photo courtesy of IanZ

South Africa

Especially for older volunteers who remember the injustices of the apartheid era in South Africa, when Steve Biko was murdered and Nelson Mandela was still in prison, the chance to volunteer in South Africa is a chance to do more than boycott Barclays bank.

Sri Lanka

Volunteers are sometimes influenced by the religious background of the countries they choose. Those volunteering in Sri Lanka will find a tropical paradise with a genuinely tolerant, multi-ethnic and multi-faith population. It is a population in need of help to cope with the devastating effects of the Tsunami that destroyed much of the country’s emerging infrastructure in 2004. If you want to help re-build a beautiful country Sri Lanka is the place to volunteer.

Thailand

There are similar re-building opportunities in Thailand, where one of the biggest environmental threats is Western tourism. The poverty of many of the people make the  encroachment of big travel companies hard to resist, so this is one way for world travelers to make amends.
Volunteering in China
My mate, Lynchie is mobbed by excited kids as we volunteer in a disadvantaged school in Jiangsu province, China.

Your Say

Have you ever volunteered abroad? Where did you do it and how did you find the experience?
Do you think that volunteering abroad while on holiday is a good way to give back or a negative kind of ‘tourism’ that does more harm than good? Let’s get a discussion going.