
Ahhh…. So after a 14-hour flight on Friday night, I arrived in Brisbane, Australia on Sunday morning, at about 6:00am. That’s 1pm Saturday, California time. It takes a few minutes to wrap your head around the fact that I am now 17 hours ahead of Pacific Time. I like saying to my new friends here that it’s 12:00pm here, and it’s 7pm yesterday in CA. I don’t know why; it’s just fun. So, the flight was great. Ambien gave me a good nine hours of uninterrupted sleep, which was probably just as good for the guy sitting next to me as it was for me. Just before the flight took off, he looked at me and said in a thick Australian accent, “Don’t drink too much on this flight”. I gave him a questioning glance and he said, “I don’t want you to be climbing over me to run to the toilet every half hour”. Thanks, mate, I thought, and swallowed an Ambien. Seconds later, I was lights out, and awoke nearly nine hours later to see that we’d already flown over Hawaii and had just fiver hours left (not bad, a bit like flying from NYC to LA). Of course, I promptly climbed over Aussie guy next to me, and the guy next to him, trying carefully not to disturb them, but I do think I hit the middle guy in the face with my bum. Haha! I wasn’t about to dehydrate myself further on this 14 hour flight, so I downed a bottle of water, and climbed over him again about an hour or so later. After that I noticed that he took to leaning forward withhis face pressed against the tv screen, making it a little more difficult for me to get by, should I need to use the loo again. Denita (my new South African friend and colleague) and I now call the WC, or the bathroom, or the toilet, the “loo”. I’ve become British all of a sudden. Oooh, it was really fun today when someone at the airport asked me where my accent was from. I proudly said I’m an American. From California. It’s really fun to be the one with the foreign accent around here.
We arrived in Brisbane Sunday morning, and picked up one of the advisors who would be visited the campuses here along with us. Since Denita is South African and in her words has experience “driving on the proper side of the street”, she took to the wheel of our rental car. Everytime I saw a car round a turn on the left-hand side, I nearly had to suppress a scream, as I thought they were driving like wild men on the “wrong” side of the road. Whew…. Thank God for Denita.
We stayed that evening in a gorgeous apartment on the Gold Coast, with an ocean view from our balcony. It was pure heaven. I found out later that this is the premeire hosing that we arrange for our students. Not only did I not live that well in college, I don’t live that well, now! It was pure luxury. If only we’d had more than one evening there. By now it was about 3pm Gold coast time, and we were starving. We found a nice little Indian place, called Taj, and scarfed down some red chicken curry, garlic naan, and samosas (Asha and Rhonda I thought of you). It was delicious. Unfortunately, I had forgotten to take my pepto, so I was a bit miserable later…. But oh, the perild of traveling. And India food for that matter. :)
Denita and our guest Clare decided to proceed with our plan to get an authentic Morrocan massage. I stayed back in the luxury hotel, and took a nice little nap…. Too bad because I missed out on a full-on head to toe scrub down, complete with disposable g-string (that’s all they wore). Oh, how red their faces were when they returned! It was even funnier because I was the one who had suggested that we go for the full hammam treatment, and then I had to back out due to the cursed Indian food, and an unhappy tummy.
We turned in early that night, given that at 8pm our time, it was 3am Saturday California time, and 6am East Coast (where Clare and Denita are from).
Monday was our first full day of work, touring two of our partner campuses. We started at Bond University on the Goal Coast, which was absolutely pristine. The campus is relatively new and quite spectacular. It is a smaller campus, a private school, which is quite expensive. I could see some of our more affluent, private school students in the U.S. feeling quite a t home there. It is July and technically the middle of Winter for Australia, but it was about 72 degrees and absolutely gorgeous. The Gold Coast is known for having great surf, and we saw students heading to the beach with their boards.
Later on we headed back to Brisbane to have a look at University of Queensland. It was quite the opposite of Bond University, and I immediately felt at home there. UQ is a large publicly funded university, with about 38,000 students (exactly the same size as CSU, Long Beach, where I most recently worked). I noticed immediately how much more diverse the student body was and how large and sprawling the campus was. There is a large, beautiful grassy courtyard that they call the Great Court. The campus is nearly 100 years old, and you can feel the history there. I thought of my former students at UCLA and CSULB, and felt immediately that they would fit in and enjoy it there. I was quite impressed with the UQ campus and the abundance of courses and programs they offer. Brisbane is a lovely city as well, with a great river running through, and beautiful buildings, shops, cafes along the banks. I would have liked to have spent more time there.