Get a room

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Get a room

No Comments 29 August 2010

I’m a firm believer that no matter how thrifty or cheap a person wants to keep his or her travels, every once in awhile that person must treat herself or himself.

While it may be important to watch the cash flow, so the trip can last longer, it’s also important to remember that this is a trip abroad and should be lived to the fullest. So travelers should spend on themselves or something they really want to do on the road, because they can do nothing at home for a lot less money.

I’m a pretty good judge of when I’ve reached my limit and after two months of living in a six-bed dorm, I can say without a doubt that limit was reached. Between disagreements over the air-con, people coming in late at night every night (including myself) and sleeping in bunk beds, I was getting between two and four hours of sleep a night for a good few weeks and had to escape.

So I did what any smart woman would do. I checked into a hotel room. My own room, with no guests and nothing to do all day but lay around and pamper myself.

I booked the room on Orbitz after a really rough night where I achieved zero hours of sleep. The website offered a wide range of rooms costing $100 and up in the Port Douglas area. I selected Rydges on Davidson St., which was $115 for the night. A small price to pay for my sanity.

At that point anything would have been nice, but my room at Rydges was extra nice. It wasn’t just a room. It was a suite, with a kitchen, living area and bathtub with jets. Yea, jets!

Freaking out like a dog after someone mentions the word walk, I arrived an hour before check in. The room wasn’t ready so I spent that hour at the pool and laying around on couches in the common area. I already felt cleansed of all the germs I had picked up over my months living in a hostel.

Once I checked in, I discovered the place also had a washer and dryer, so I headed back to my hostel, where I was still checked in, grabbed all my laundry. Then it was straight to the bathroom where I exfoliated and masked my face then laid in the tub for a good hour. I did my nails, treated my hair even washed my feet.

Afterwards it was straight to bed, which was covered in pillows. There I watched a few episodes of my favorite two TV series at the moment, True Blood and Mad Men. I had saved a few planning to watch them all in bed, but I only made it through half an episode of True Blood before knocking out.

I slept the entire night through and even slept in, something I hadn’t done since I’ve been to Australia I believe.

My night at the hotel was so good I did it again the following week with a girl friend, which was just as relaxing, but a bit more fun and less money.

No matter what tickles your fancy, it’s important to invest in that every once in awhile. I think a hotel room is a great option because it can be cheaper than some spa services and lasts much longer.

Some tips to finding the cheapest rate:

  • check deals on travel booking sites like Orbitz and Kayak
  • call the hotel on the day of your planned stay for last minute deals
  • ask around people at the place your living, someone may work a nice hotel
  • if you work in the area, check if the hotel does industry rates
Living where you work

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Living where you work

6 Comments 20 June 2010

It seems to good to be true. Work a few hours a week and earn free accommodation. The deal is great, but the workload and hours are tough.

Most work for accommodation is for hostel cleaners. Imagine cleaning an 80-bed dorm of smelly, hungover backpackers. Plus there’s the kitchen the smells even worse, the bathrooms that often have a sink full of puke in the morning and sometimes even condemns left in strange places that you’ll never look at the same.

Even though the daily work load only amounts to an hourly rate of about $7 per hour in a country where minimum wage is $15 per hour, backpackers flock to this deal.

While the major portion of long term hostel guests usually include people cleaning the hostel for their room, it can also include people actually working at the hostel and those working in town who just prefer to stay at a backpacers.

I’m the second type of long term hostel guests. I’m a receptionists and bartender at a hostel in Port Douglas, QLD for a decent hourly rate and have $150 taken out of my paycheck each week for accommodation.

It’s a strange way of life that I can only relate to college dorm life during freshman year of college, except with less places to escape, more partying and zero classes. While this sounds like a dream, it has its ups and downs, but is almost a right of passage for backpackers in Australia.

Some days, hostel workers may not even step foot off the property. They wake up at the hostel, go to work at the hostel, eat their meals at the hostel, party at the hostel bar and once again return to bed at the hostel. It’s great only having to walk a few steps to and from work every day.

But makes it hard to escape.

I work four days a week, yet everyday people ask me questions about everything from staying another week to how to work the microwave. I don’t mean to be rude, but sometimes I just need to walk away when this happens to keep my sanity.

On top of the guests asking things, there’s the boss asking things. When people leave work at the end of the day or week, they’re out of reach. They don’t have to run into their superiors and they can just ignore calls or emails if they really want to.

That’s not a luxury had by people who live where they work. Just walking into the hostel on my day off I can be asked to help with something. If I’m not visible, my room is only a few steps away.

But always having people around can have its benefits. It’s not always easy to make friends in new cities. It usually takes awhile and requires going out or joining clubs and activities. However, at a hostel there’s always people around to hangout with and some of those people might end up being great friends.

Unfortunately, this means sometimes hostel workers must reprimand their friends. This is a huge problem. The majority of the time, hostel guests are breaking hostel rules. Technically those employed at the hostel should reprimand or report this. But not only does that add more off-the-clock work, but it’s also not a good way to keep friends.

Then there’s those that become more than just friends.

It’s easy to find love (or something like that) in a place that hosts 50 or so usually 20-something people a night. Plus the people are constantly changing increasing the chances of finding Mr. Right or Mr. Right Now.

With all the drinking and partying that comes with hostel life, booty calls are more in reach at 3 a.m. here than they are anywhere else in the world (for those that are into that).

It’s easy to find someone to crawl into bed with at night, but you’re bound to run into them the next day. Sometimes this can be good if those people really had that connection, but usually it’s just awkward and can even be annoying for those not interested.

If this fling moves past the next day, living a few rooms away from a potential partner can be straining. Both always know where each other are, which provokes a bit more drama than there would be if the pair lived far apart.

It almost feels like moving in with someone you may really like, but literally just met. Everything from your dirty laundry to your eating habits are exposed giving the hostel relationship nearly no chance.

It seems like a dream trade and looks like so much fun for those just visiting the hostel. But like anything else, it has its ups and downs and they’re hard to escape.

Worth the work: Pittwater YHA

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Worth the work: Pittwater YHA

1 Comment 01 June 2010

People that visit only Sydney, see just that, not Australia. The city is beautiful and full of history, but it doesn’t quite show off Australia’s landscape or wildlife, which is a big part of the country.

Unfortunately, most people don’t have enough vacation time to see as much of the country as they need to really understand it’s lure. They stick to Sydney, because it’s the easiest city to fly into and most well-known.

Luckily, the city’s suburbs are fairly easy to reach and give short tern vacationers a glimpse of the rest of Australia, outside the city. About an hour from Sydney, located in Ku-ring-gai National Park, Pittwater YHA offers affordable accommodation in a slice of untouched Australia.

Location

Directions to the hostel may turn some people off. It starts with a commute on one of three buses from Railway Square in Sydney. All three buses depart rarely throughout the day and one bus requires people transfer at Narrabeen/Mona Vale. Once guests are dropped off at Church Point, they must take an $11 per way or $12.50 return ferry to Halls Wharf. Finally, guests must walk 15 minutes uphill to reach the hostel.

People taking the long trip to reach Pittwater YHA may regret the decision about two minutes into the walk, but that will change once they see this place and its view. With a view of Morning Bay from the front porch and close proximity to several fantastic hiking trails, it’s a dream escape from the city.

A view of Morning Bay from a lookout point in Ku-ring-gai National Park. Photo by Bobbi Lee Hitchon

A view of Morning Bay from a lookout point in Ku-ring-gai National Park. Photo by Bobbi Lee Hitchon

Staff

Owners Michael Doherty and Sarah Polomka live next door to the hostel and work at it regularly. The lovely couple maintain a relaxed mood that can only come from years of living in a place like this. They take time to meet their guests and even invite them to go sailing on their boat once a week.

Cleanliness

Guests won’t feel like they’re roughing it in the woods. Hostel rooms and facilities are all well-maintained.

Rooms

Rooms are modest and comfortable. Some offer a perfect view of the hostel’s natural surroundings. The hostel has multi-share female and multi-share male dorms from $A26-$A29 per bed, double rooms from $A64.50-$A72 per night and four share family rooms from $A88-$A98 per night.

The rates are comparable to that of the city, which may concern some people, but this is backpacker accommodation like no other. It’s worth every penny.

Vibe

People in the area are extremely kind and welcoming. It’s a little piece of paradise and the locals recognize that.

Guests staying at Pittwater YHA should probably purchase food prior as the ferry is pricey as is the local grocery market. Most will find plenty to do at the hostel, such as rent kayaks, sail or hike. It has lovely common areas, from its outdoor wrap-around deck with hammocks to its boat house-like living room with comfy couches and a fireplace.

At the end of the day, guests eat dinner together, talk, read, maybe in an acoustic session.

The hostels boathouse-like common area has comfortable couches, a fire place and heaps of books. Photo by Bobbi Lee Hitchon

The hostel's boathouse-like common area has comfortable couches, a fire place and heaps of books. Photo by Bobbi Lee Hitchon

Safety

It’s not an issue. Pittwater YHA is one of the few places left in the world where people don’t need to look over their shoulders or worry about their belongings.

Overall

I stayed at Pittwater YHA to give a friend from home that was only visiting Australia for two weeks, a glimpse of the country outside of Sydney. It was not an easy hostel to get to, but the trip was worth it. The hostel is beautiful, staff is friendly and I was relaxed while staying there.

The hostel has a wrap-around porch with a spectacular view. Photo by Bobbi Lee Hitchon

The hostel has a wrap-around porch with a spectacular view. Photo by Bobbi Lee Hitchon

Everything works out

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Everything works out

No Comments 25 April 2010

I’ve been living pretty easy this backpacking trip up the east coast of Australia. While blogging for The WORD Australia, I haven’t had to worry much about accommodation, setting up activities, even planning how to get from point A to point B (Thanks Benny!).

I was actually starting to feel a little bad about it the other day, like I was missing out on the real backpacker experience. I’ve “roughed” it through Europe and my first two months in Australia, so I know what it’s like. Listening to stories over barbie at my hostel in Emu Park, I started to miss those days. People were chatting about the 1 a.m. bus they took from Town of 1770,  among other things most of them struggled through during their trip up the east coast.

The next day, while driving from Emu Park to Airlie Beach, I mentioned this to Bobbi-Jo. Someone must have been listening to my terrible complaints, because it was as if we instantly hit a bump in the road.

About 20 minutes later we pulled up to a short line of traffic on Bruce Highway in Rockhampton, which is pretty much the only road that would take us to our destination. About 15 cars were at a standstill on the highway and people were getting out and walking to see what had happened. A tractor trailer go the “wobbles” coming down a hill on the highway. It sideswiped another car, which landed in the bushes.

Luckily, no one was hurt and the police, a fire truck and an ambulance quickly arrived. After hearing from a trucker that this kind of accident could take anywhere from 45 minutes to two hours to clean up. Bobbi-Jo and I decided to look for another route around it. We asked the trucker if there was one.

“There is if you know what your doing,” he said.

Hmmm, I thought maybe our questioning was off and if we asked a different way, he could help us find it. We tried again and he mentioned going around the caves and some hills and coming out to the highway on a road.

Not very helpful, but considering ourselves to be fairly smart girls, we figured we would take a swing at it. Plus, it looked like a few other cars had the same idea so we could just follow them.

We turned around and followed a road that passed Capricorn Caves. I wasn’t driving, so not really paying attention and for some reason in Australia I’ve kind of stopped caring so much about things like getting places and not getting lost, which I should fix considering people die driving in the Outback.

The road looked pretty barren, lots of farmland and not many houses. That didn’t bother me too much considering Bruce Highway, the main roadway in the country that goes almost all the way around the country is only two lanes and passes through small town centers, reducing the speed limit from 110 hm/h to 60 km/h. (Toto, I have a feeling we’re not in Jersey anymore.)

So we’re driving down this detour for about 30 minutes and Bobbi-Jo asks, “Were we going a lot slower than those other cars?”

I’m not sure where or when but at some point in the half hour we lost the three cars ahead of us.

Our GPS stopped working about 20 minutes back, but the road was still black asphalt so we thought, ‘how off the grid could we be?’. Then the road ended and we had to make a choice in turns. Pretty easy considering the choice was between a paved road and a dirt road. Paved.

A little later, we saw signs directed towards military personnel. Thinking maybe they could help us, we followed the signs.

Then came the bridge.

It was only a small stream with cement bridge going over it, easy enough. Except the “bridge” was missing a chunk of pavement where it ended and the road began. We both looked at each other wondering if Benny could make it over the massive pot hole.

Then our GPS spoke.

“Follow 1 km and turn left.”

If the GPS says it than it must be true. With a little bump and grind, Benny made it across. Not long after, our GPS spoke again.

“Perform a u-turn whenever possible.”

Seriously?

Partially out of protest of electronics, but also unspoken curiosity, we decided to ignore the GPS’s advice.

We passed through a series of fences to find heaps of cows. They all stopped and stared at us. They looked at us as if we were the first car they’d seen in years, but there were some yellow street signs not far ahead, so Bobbi-Jo said she’d drive to them and if they didn’t say anything that would cause us to believe we were going in the right direction, we would turn around.

We drove. We stopped. We read. We performed a u-turn.

Driving back, we stopped and looked at the cows. They were skinny and we couldn’t see a farm house for miles. We thought maybe they were left there or even wild. I started whistling at them and they actually responded.

The group we were staring at stood up and started moving around. Then a heard that we didn’t even see started charging towards us. We watched amazed, then realized they were probably charging at us and it may be time to go.

Going 45 minutes out of our way, we so desperately wanted to find that road the trucker had told us to take (the one neither of us could remember) and get back on Bruce Highway past the accident pretending like this was just a short scenic detour. We couldn’t find it and our GPS was useless, so I said we should stop at the first farm we saw.

Bobbi-Jo mentioned something about this being the way the Texas Chainsaw Massacre started, but carrying my new “no worries” motto, I didn’t care. We drove up a long, dirty road to small tin farmhouse on a hill to find, not leather face, but someone that really didn’t want us on his property, coming to towards Benny. I asked him about Bruce Highway and he started to tell me the directions back to where this whole detour started. I tried to get a word in about a detour, but he wasn’t in the mood.

Fair enough. It was his property and we were bothering him on a Saturday afternoon. Maybe we were even bothering him murdering someone in the back of the house, but the point was, we had no choice but to turn around and go back where we started from.

Maybe it wouldn’t be too bad. After all, it had been almost an hour. We would get back to Bruce, the accident would be cleared and we got to see a side of Queensland most do not.

Wrong.

There was still a line of traffic, no cars were moving either way and the truck looked like it hadn’t been moved an inch. Since it was noon, we turned around again to grab lunch.

On the way back the second time we stopped and asked cops just sitting with their lights on, warning people to slow down, where we could grab something to eat.

“You can’t stop on a highway,” one said.

I looked back at two empty lanes and the barren landscape.

“There’s no one coming. There still not letting people through,” I said.

“They are,” he replied.

He must not have had his walk-talkie on. We continued, remembering a small general store we saw not too far back.

By the time we finished lunch, it was 12:30 p.m. and we were no more than 45 minutes from our starting point with at least four hours of driving ahead of us to get to Airlie Beach. We started our journey at 8 a.m., because for the first time we hadn’t planned accommodation at our next destination.

The rest of the drive went pretty smoothly. We arrived in Arlie around 5 p.m. and stopped at a desolate shopping center. Not sure where we were going we asked a taxi driver if he knew where YHA Airlie Beach was.

“In Airlie Beach,” he replied.

We decided that we were both done talking to people that day.

Arriving in Airlie Beach around 7 p.m. We parked and looked around a bit for accommodation. Not sure where to stay and not in the mood to pay, we returned to Benny to find the most glorious sight. Campervans and station wagons had pulled in all around us. (Wickeds, and Jucys, and Hippies! Oh, my!) It was as if everyone in Airlie Beach was sleeping on a street off Shore Harbour Road.

We chatted a bit with our neighbor in the blue station wagon, then went to town to drown our sorrows in a jug of margaritas.

The day wasn’t bad considering all the things that can go wrong when traveling and for me it was exhilarating. There something great about not knowing where you’re going to end up or how the day will unfold and almost always things seem to work out. That said, naturally I prefer a bed, shower and ceiling fan, so I’ll think before I want to complain again on this wonderful trip.

Yoga in Daily Life, Dungog

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Yoga in Daily Life, Dungog

12 Comments 16 March 2010

Located in the Blue Mountains, the Yoga in Daily Life retreat in Dungog, NSW offers people an escape from the struggles of everyday life. It allows guest to get in touch with nature, spend time away from technology, eat right and just be. But this tranquility takes a bit of work. In early stages of development, the property requires a lot of building and development. On top of that, spending time on your own focusing on spirituality, among other things you don’t usually think about, can be a bit of a struggle, mentally.

For some this retreat is an instant wonder. For others it may be a bit of a challenge. But people who embrace it may just leave with a little peace of mind and enthusiasm to continue practicing a yogi lifestyle.

First impressions

As soon as I arrived on the 640-hectare property, I was introduced to numerous things I had never heard of before. First, was compost toilets. These are dry toilets. People release on a seat, which is the same as usual toilets and waste goes into a hole in the ground, but instead of flushing, people throw some saw dust into the hole. It may not smell so great, but it preserves water and is a daily reminder that no one’s shit smells of roses.

A bucket of sawdust from inside a compost toilet at the retreat. Photo by Bobbi Lee Hitchon

A bucket of sawdust from inside a compost toilet at the retreat. Photo by Bobbi Lee Hitchon

Preserving water is a big part of the property. It has numerous metal tanks that collect rain water. The collected rain water is used for everything as there are no other sources of available for use there. The only drawback to using rain water is it lacks the minerals of water from the ground or streams. This makes the water softer, which is harder to wash with and is also not as nutritious as water with minerals. However, in a world of dwindling water sources, it’s a great option.

Water tanks connected to the kitchen at the retreat. Photo by Bobbi lee Hitchon

Water tanks connected to the kitchen at the retreat. Photo by Bobbi lee Hitchon

Since the faucets are hooked up to outdoor tanks, the water comes out at whatever temperature it is in those tanks. On hot days, it’s a bit warmer, but most of the time it’s cool. People need to bring a bucket of water to shower, so if they want a hot shower, they have to boil water on the stove. The same is true for washing clothes, which is obviously by hand.

None of these things bothered me. I figured it was just a lifestyle I needed a few days to get used to and it would be second-nature. I was most nervous about lack of electricity. There was some, but it was powered by generators, which were only to be run for a short amount of time at night. Further, there was no internet available for public use. Spending so much time online, I thought I would really struggle not being able to check my emails and what not, but I actually didn’t even think about it much. Between the work we were given, cooking, reading and learning about the other people there, there was plenty to do. In fact, the one time I retreated to my caravan to do some things on my computer I felt like I was missing out on happenings in the kitchen.

Living in a caravan was nothing out of the usual. The beds and other things were the same as what most would expect at most homes. The only thing I didn’t like was having to walk outside to the toilets at night, because there were leaches on the ground among other wild life, plus it was cold. But even that I got used to and actually enjoyed after awhile because the sky at night was like nothing I had ever seen before. One night a bright moon was out surrounded by clouds, allowing the stars to shine extremely bright as well. It’s hard to keep your head down.

Lise and my caravan at the retreat. Photo by Bobbi Lee Hitchon

Lise and my caravan at the retreat. Photo by Bobbi Lee Hitchon

In fact, it’s hard to stay focused on wherever you’re going all the time, because the views from the retreat are so incredible. Sometimes the sky would be blue and we’d have a clear view of endless mountain ranges, which indeed looked blue. Hence the name I suppose. Other times it be a little cloudy/rainy and there would be a mist over the closest mountain to us. The rain sessions always ended with rainbows, which were the largest I have ever seen. Finally, there were two times when it was so foggy on the top of the mountain, I couldn’t see ten feet in front of me. It looked like the whole retreat had been swallowed by a cloud.

I saw several rainbows at the retreat. They made all the rain worthwhile. Photo by Bobbi Lee Hitchon

I saw several rainbows at the retreat. They made all the rain worthwhile. Photo by Bobbi Lee Hitchon

It was unusually cool while I stayed there and it rained a lot. It really felt like Autumn in Northeast America without foliage. My favorite thing to do was sit on the kitchen balcony, which of course had a brilliant view of the Blue Mountains, feet dangling and a warm, large porcelain cup of tea in hand, which I held with my sweater-wrapped hands. I’d sit out there before dinner and would come in when the aroma from the kitchen smelled too good to avoid.

Great food, no meat

Only vegetarian cooking is allowed on the property. Lakshmana, a yoga monk living at the retreat, explained that in yoga not eating meat is important, because it helped people form compassion.

I’m currently not a vegetarian. I’ve tried in the past, but failed. I wasn’t at all upset about having to eat vegetarian while staying at the retreat. I just didn’t really know how to cook for a vegetarian diet. Vegetarians must consider adding things to their diet to replace the protein lost by not eating meat. This basically means replacing pork, beef and fish with lentils, beans and chickpeas, so it’s not that hard.

Anyone who is thinking, “Yuck, vegetables,” or “I just can’t live without meat,” should think again. I like eating meat. I love cheesesteaks and gyros, but the food at the retreat was some of the best I’ve ever had. Almost everything involved turmeric. Plus there was a lot of experimenting with other spices by people from various cultures.

WWOOFing at the retreat were Veronica, who is from Italy, Lise, who is from France and myself. Unfortunately, I’m hooked to cookbooks at this point, so I didn’t really contribute much. But Veronica and Lise, who act like it’s nothing, are wonderful cooks. Maybe it’s just part of their cultures to know about spices, what goes well together and what not. None of us were chefs, yet they knew so much about it and I had absolutely know idea.

Further, since yoga is based in India, there were a lot of Indian influences. Lakshmana has been to India several times and had recipes to share, such as bhati. Suphduvmuni, another yogi that used to live on the retreat and now lives close by, shared chapati-making with us. Veronica, who also WWOOFed at Yoga in Daily Life in Brisbane, shared some recipes she picked from people along the way. Finally, Lise made this pumpkin soup, which tasted a little Indian-influenced, but came from a New Zealand, vegetarian cook book.

Lakshmana made curry to go with the chapatis. Photo by Bobbi Lee Hitchon

Lakshmana made curry to go with the chapatis. Photo by Bobbi Lee Hitchon

Pumpkin is very popular on this side of the world. The vegetable, which I only really used to make jack-o-lanterns up until about a year ago, is used in heaps of dishes here. We ate quite a bit while I was at the retreat as well as yams. I said almost every night there, “I feel like it’s Thanksgiving!”

Lantana in Daily Life

All the great views and food came with a price though. WWOOF is an exchange. WWOOFers exchange many things with their hosts, but first and foremost is work for food and accommodation. I guess since the food was so great, the work had to match it.

Our job at the retreat was to weed lantana. Like many things in Australia, this is a weed brought by the English, that flourished beyond expectations. It’s everywhere in the bush. There’s even more lantana then there are blackberry bushes.

The amount only adds to an already frustrating plant to weed. If you’re picturing a few girls walking around pulling out flowered weeds with their hands, think again. These weeds are actually trees. Their roots can stretch meters. So instead, picture three girls with axes and poison, cursing in three different languages.

Lise, in the driver's seat and I, on top of the ute, unloading the last of the lantana. Photo provided.

Lise, in the driver's seat and I, on top of the ute, unloading the last of the lantana. Photo provided.

Further, this weed is deceptive. It has thorns. Unlike blackberry bushes, they’re very small, but just as destructive. In fact, the three of us looked like we got into a fight with a pack of wild cats after just a day of weeding. Scratches all over our arms, some on our necks, faces and so on.

Finally, there really was no rhyme or reason to where or what we weeded. We were weeding the sides of the 1.5 km road up to the retreat. This needs to be done to coincide with fire regulations for fear of bush fires. I don’t know how to explain it other than to say we weeded the bush.

Before I came to Australia, I read a lot about venomous snakes and poisonous spiders. What I found is that these things are usually in the bush, so I thought, “Pshh, I just won’t go there.” I recalled this thought when my head was in a lantana tree, a spider was on my back and any number of snakes had the perfect opportunity to hunt human. Somehow, someway, I didn’t see any snakes. I saw heaps of spiders, but none were poisonous, I think. The only thing that really bothered me were leaches, which live in the grass and come out especially in the rain. These were tiny leaches with stripes.

Luckily there were heaps of kangaroos to make up for all the creep critters. I loved riding in the back of the ute to work in the morning and watching them bounce in front of or beside the truck. With my thick wellington boots on, an ax close by and long gloves, I felt like I was on a safari in Africa rather than bush-weeding down under.

Yoga and spirituality

The food and lifestyle at Yoga in Daily Life is all part of yoga. I’m only going to explain what I learned there, because I am obviously not knowledgeable enough about yoga to give a full explanation, so take this section as you did the rest. If you want to learn more, please look into other sources and form your own opinion.

Obviously yoga is the most important thing at the retreat, but “yoga” may be different from how others practice and perceive it. The only view and experience I had with yoga before coming to the retreat was through classes at my gym and centers. I saw it as a great stretch and sometimes even good workout. I heard the instructors talking about the poses and sometimes spirituality, but kind of avoided it.

So when I came to the retreat and saw how earth and animal conscience they were, it kind of made me feel like all these practices I had done only brushed the top of what yoga is and almost a lie. People in the classes I went to would relax from their hectic lives, sometimes even wearing the stereotypical clothing, to take part in this ancient practice that is really just one part of the whole thing, only to hop in their SUVs, destroying the earth with gas emissions and stop at Starbucks on their five-minute drive home. It really got to me, because that was me (except with a Honda).

I learned at the retreat that the “exercise/stretching” aspect is an important, but small part of the overall practice.

The first morning at the retreat, Lakshmana asked Lise and I if we were interested or had any experience with yoga. I told him mine. Lise had none. We were both open to listening and learning about it. Then he asked us if we believed in an after life (Do you believe you die or just your body). We answered and he said, “There’s no point in committing to it if you don’t.”

The goal of yoga is self-realization. Through meditation, a lifestyle that’s courteous to the land and other species and education people spend their lives achieving wisdom about more than just tangible things. It’s not the unknown, because they say things really happen in meditation, etc. but it is things most people don’t see. I say, “They say” not to demean, but because I have never experienced it myself.

All this is to be not rewarded but wiser in the after life. I assumed this meant reincarnation, but Lakshmana said it’s any form of after life. With that in mind, yoga opens up to more religions then Hindu.

There are other organizations led by other gurus, but Yoga in Daily Life is led by Paramhans Swami Maheshwaranda. One of the things the organization and he is well-known for is spreading the practice to the West. Originally from India, Swami is based in Vienna and visited the Eastern Block a lot during communism and still.

Yoga, the way I knew it, is for good health, but is also a supplement to meditation, which seems to be most important.

In the beginning, when I felt like I was living a lie, I kind of wanted to stop the practices until I learned more about it and whether it was what I believed. I told Veronica about it and she said, “It’s not so black and white.” For some reason that really stuck with me. Yoga is proven to be really good for the body and if the relaxation can give people at least some peace of mind, isn’t that part of the overall goal?

I am going to continue practicing yoga but be more mindful of my place in the world and how everything in it corresponds.

As for religion and spirituality, it’s hard for me to give a definitive answer right now. I was raised Christian and I am definitely not an atheist or agnostic, but my relationship with religion is shaky. I’m not really sure what I believe, but up until the retreat I made every attempt to avoid thinking about it.

Discussing it with Lakshmana and the other girls so openly, made me feel safer to start investigating my beliefs. I think this is because for the first time in my life, religion/spirituality was discussed without any kind of pressure. Lakshmana answered my questions and told me his beliefs, but that was it. It was there for me to take it how I may.

Throughout my stay at Yoga in Daily Life I kept thinking how I wanted to share it with others. I’m extremely happy I went, lantana and all.

Hostel review: YHA Flinders Street Melbourne

Accommodation, Australia, Destinations

Hostel review: YHA Flinders Street Melbourne

No Comments 22 February 2010

Located on Flinders Street, YHA Hostel is an ideal location for those that want to reach popular tourist attractions in Melbourne, Australia. It offers the cleanliness and concierge of a hotel, but also the companionship. The massive hostel requires guest use a designated card key to enter not only their room, but also their floor. Each floor has its own common area, kitchen and bathrooms. The separation and size of the hostel can be difficult for those looking to make friends, but comforting to people just looking for clean and secure accommodation.

Staff: The hostel has a lot of people working at once, which makes it easier to check in and receive help with any other needs. Hostel staff is friendly and extremely professional. Unlike a lot of other hostels I’ve stayed at where the staff acted like long term guests doing a bit of work, YHA staff act like hotel concierge in everyday clothing.

Location: It’s perfect for those that want easy access to the docks, free tram (#35), Southern Cross Station (located two blocks away), attractions on the Yarra River and heaps of other popular sights.

Cleanliness: Spotless. I never saw a dirty dish in the sink. Staff would go through the fridge and toss old food. The common area was in perfect order. The bathrooms were unbelievably clean. The rooms were always well-vacuumed and bed sheets looked and smelled brand new.

Feeling: It felt more like a hotel than a hostel. The hostel does try to help guest have fun and interact by providing free movies and hosting themed nights, but the hallways were always eerily quiet and the common room was often empty.

Price: I stayed in a four-bedroom, female dorm for $31.50 with my YHA international card. The only room cheaper is a six bedroom dorm, but one staff member said guests must book far in advance for those rooms. Still, my room was pretty cheap considering the hostel location. Internet, breakfast and any themed parties cost extra, but Bertha Brown, the restaurant downstairs, sells coffees for $2 and gourmet pizzas for $5 to hostel guests.

It’s a great hostel for people that want a somewhat private, clean and quiet accommodation at a cheap price, but don’t expect to meet any travel partners there.

Photo courtesy of hotfrog.com.au.

Hostel Review: The Nunnery

Accommodation, Australia, Destinations

Hostel Review: The Nunnery

1 Comment 08 February 2010

My first impression of The Nunnery on Nicholson Street in Melbourne, Australia was not very good. Arriving at 9:30 a.m. directly from a 12-hour over night bus ride from Sydney, all I wanted to do was lay down. Unfortunately, I could not check in until 11 a.m., which is understandable. So I put my bags in storage and headed straight to the kitchen for coffee. When I asked the crowded kitchen, “Where are the mugs?” Someone replied, “Good luck finding one.”

The kitchen was filthy and sink filled with messy dishes.

The kitchen at The Nunnery was always messy. Photo by Bobbi Lee Hitchon

The kitchen at The Nunnery was always messy. Photo by Bobbi Lee Hitchon

Not wanting to spend another minute in the place, I left immediately to walk around the city. When I came home, I found out it was movie night, which was a perfect way to spend my lazy day. Movie night warmed me up to the hostel. The guests were friendly and easy to interact with. The common area is very nice and has surround sound.

This first day experience pretty much sums up my entire stay at The Nunnery. In some aspects it fails terribly, in others it’s fantastic. I think with a bit of lysol and a few changes in staff it could be great.

Staff: They were very helpful, interactive and kind. They were constantly cleaning things up around the hostel, even closed the kitchen three times a day for cleaning.

Location: Two blocks from Brunswick Street, it’s ideal for someone who wants the artsy Melbourne experience. The Fitzroy area is beautiful and the actual building The Nunnery resides in adds to that experience. Designed by Lloyd Tayler in 1888 for a wealthy doctor, the building has high ceilings, hardwood floors, labyrinth-like hallways, beautiful wood and tile detailing and more. In 1944 a French order of nuns called the “Daughters of Charity” took over to house young women.

The Melbourne Museum is located across the street and guests can catch the 96 tram, which goes to Southern Cross Railway Station, right in front of the hostel. The downtown area is only a short walk away.

Cleanliness: I wouldn’t say any part of the hostel was actually clean. Some areas were just worse than others. The kitchen was by far the worst. It always smelled, the dishes were always greasy if not piled up in the sink and the oven did not work. It’s unfortunate, because the hostel staff and even some of the long term guests worked hard to keep the place in shape. They placed signs up all over the place, saying wash up, but some people did not follow the rules.

The common area was livable. The rooms were okay. Surprisingly the bathrooms were the cleanest of all.

Feeling: It was very relaxed. Guests are always hanging out in the common area, outdoor patio and even in the hallways. The hostel made it really easy to meet people by hosting things like movie, barbecue and ice cream night. People would drink and chat outside at night, but it never got rowdy.

The common area is a great place to meet people. Photo by Bobbi Lee Hitchon

The common area is a great place to meet people. Photo by Bobbi Lee Hitchon

Rooms: The rooms were descent. I slept in a six-person mixed dorm. The bunk beds were a little unstable. My room had its own bathroom, which was very clean and spacious. My only complaint was the absence of central air. I visited in February, so Melbourne was extremely hot and humid. The only cooling option in my room was a fan,  which was not enough on some nights.

Safety: Guests receive a hostel card, which permits them into the building and their room. The rooms have lockers. The hostel also has cameras posted throughout it.

Price:
A six-person mixed room is $32. Breakfast is free and includes cereal, rolls, butter, peanut butter and jelly. Internet is not included and very expensive. If you walk a few blocks up Moor Street off Nicholson Road, you can get it for free at the Fitzroy Library. The hostel has free ice cream, barbecue, popcorn and pancakes on select nights.

The interior of the hostel matches the Fitzroy experience. Photo by Bobbi Lee Hitchon

The interior of the hostel matches the Fitzroy experience. Photo by Bobbi Lee Hitchon

Overall: It needs improvement, but it has character. If you’re a neat freak then avoid it by all means. If you can get pass that, then you’ll find a home-like environment where you can meet great people.

Hostel review: Big Hostel Sydney

Accommodation, Australia, Destinations

Hostel review: Big Hostel Sydney

2 Comments 01 February 2010

Big Hostel on Elizabeth Street offers the comforts of home with a perfect location in a faraway city. After being greeted by its friendly staff, guests continue on to its common area, which features six large comfortable couches, a flat screen TV and free wireless internet. The common area gets busy around 5 p.m., but remains relaxed. It’s hard to leave such a cozy place, luckily all the major sites in Sydney are within walking distance from this Surry Hills accommodation.

Staff: Made up of a few Aussies as well as foreign workers, the staff is knowledgeable and dependable. There is always someone at reception and most are in a great mood.

Location: Big is in with a swarm of other hostels in Surry Hiils. You can walk to every major attraction in the city. Darling Harbour and China Town are only a few blocks away. If arriving by train, Central Station is two blocks away.

Cleanliness: Every part of the hostel was very clean. The kitchen smelled normal, showers were always spotless and the common area was completely in order.

Feeling: Not by any means a “party” hostel, it has a really relaxed vibe. It’s easy to make friends in the common area. Most people played cards, sat around on their computers and shared a few beers.

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Rooms: I stayed in a eight-person female dorm. The rooms were temperate, quiet and large. The bunk-bedding was clean and comfortable, just a bit squeaky. The a small locker for each person in it.

Safety: It has lockers (bring your own lock), security cameras and every dorm room door locks every time you leave. I felt comfortable enough just leaving my computer around quite a few times.

Price: $29 per night for an eight-bedroom dorm. Free breakfast, wireless internet and sheets. Laundry and towels not included.

Overall: I liked it a lot, because I am not the type to go out and party every night. I would definitely stay here again. It’s a good option for work-holiday travelers looking for long term accommodation.

Book this hostel through Hostel World.


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