Never know where you’re going to find a new friend
A few years ago now, Jake & I attended the ASCAP I Create Music Expo in Los Angeles. It’s a convention for songwriters and musicians that helps you get exposure for your songs, network and learn from other successful ASCAP members. It’s one of our favorite events of the entire year. Songwriters from all over the world attend the event and it’s always a great time.
That particular year, I happened to make friends with a young songwriter, Luke MacDonald. We were sitting at the bar chatting over a drink about our various early experiences at the convention. After we finished our beverages, we went our separate ways to some other sessions. The next few days passed without much event. We were on the very last day of the convention which happened to be Jake’s birthday. We were riding the elevator up to our room to drop off some pamphlets and ran into Luke in the elevator. He had a very long sad look on his face. We asked how he was enjoying the convention… He said, it was great, but I’ve had a sh!t day. After talking a bit longer, we found out that his passport, credit cards, cash and all identification had been stolen the night before. So he missed the whole day’s sessions at the convention and was pretty bummed out. We like him and felt really sorry for him, so we invited him along to Jake’s birthday party. First thing we did was stop by the closest dive bar and buy him a Crown & Coke. We figured he probably needed a little liquid refreshment. Next we did a little research to help him find the Western Union by using Google maps on my iPhone. He had already discussed his situation with his Dad back home and asked him to wire him some money. Then we went off to wander around and find a nice place to have some dinner.
When we all split up for the evening, we traded emails and facebook information. We never really expected to see Luke again since he was from New Zealand and we live in Michigan. We’ve talked many times over the internet, exchanging songs, gig tips and such.
Once I discovered we were going to join the Dawn Princess and our itinerary included several jaunts around New Zealand, I quickly messaged Luke and let him know.
Order a Flat White
I know that those folks from home reading this blog think that all we do is run around and eat… and well, it’s sorta true. Some of the best parts of traveling are exploring other peoples cultures, tasting their cuisine and of course seeing the “famous sights”. Well, if you ever find yourself “Down Under”, and you enjoy a coffee with milk, cream or even a cappuccino or latte… I recommend skipping all of the above and instead ordering a Flat White. I’m sure that my description isn’t quite accurate and I apologize to the barista’s reading this, but here’s how my taste buds experienced that fine hot caffeinated beverage. It has a fluffy, creamy, frothed top, more dense than either a latte or a cappuccino that is only about 1/2 and inch deep; then below that top layer is a mixture of steamed hot milk and espresso that is thick; it also has a nice pressing of crema around the outside edges of the cup and the result tastes of rich and dark beans with the mildness that adding milk to your coffee creates.
Oh yeah, about Albert Park
Instead of telling you about walking around Albert Park, I thought you’d benefit from some of the photos we took. There happened to be an “Occupy” protest happening on the day we were in Aukland…
Vulcan Adventures
From the moment we stepped foot off the ship in Aukland, New Zealand, I knew we were going to fall in love with the country. As we walked through the port authority and out onto the street a lady handed me a map of the central downtown area of Aukland. I had already noted from my Lonely Planet guidebook that we wanted to hit Albert Park and knew it was pretty much walking distance from the ship.
First we walked up Queen Street a few blocks and found some of the famous Arcades that are all over New Zealand and Australian cities. These are small alley ways where they allow only pedestrians. These alleys are lined with shops and different eateries on both the ground level and the upper floor. It’s pretty cool to walk down these little side streets and check out the people in the upper floors hanging out over the street waving and chatting to friends.
Matt and I were starving and on a mission for some eggs benedict. It happens to be both our favorite breakfast food. We cut up the first arcade we saw, Vulcan Lane as it was quite inviting and there were loads of people sitting outside various cafes at tables under umbrellas shaded out of the sun. As we walked by I gawked at everyones plate searching for someone who had breakfast food. At last, in front of the Vulcan Cafe, I saw a guy with an amazing plate of eggs benedict and a cup of coffee that looked equally as tasty. So in we went. First thing that I noted that was also mentioned in my LP NZ guidebook was the fact that many of the cafes in New Zealand actually have the customer order at a counter, then give them a number associated with their order and have the customer sit down. Then when the coffee and/or food are ready, they have a server bring it out to your table. If you want something else, you just go back up to the counter and order it… repeating the number process all over again. This is different than we are used to in the States, but it didn’t bother me much at all.
After a few moments, our coffees came out and then shortly there after our eggs benedict arrived. We dug into the tasty goodness. Here, the “bacon” is more like English bacon where it has both the fatty belly bacon part cured in the States and also a section of the meat next to it that is more like what we’d call ham or Canadian bacon. It’s also not nearly as smokey in flavor as you find in the U.S. Funny part about the eggs is the yolks are quite a bright color of orange here, not at all the dull color yellow that you’d find in the U.S. based eggs. When I was talking to one of my friends, they mentioned that the majority of meat and produce consumed in New Zealand is actually farmed pretty locally to where the restaurants are and sourced directly. As I understand it, they do not use growth hormones and other pesticides that are often found in products in the U.S. You can taste the difference in the flavor here for sure.
Where does Saturday go when you cross the International Date Line?
So this past weekend, we flew from Detroit, Michigan to Dallas, Texas, to Brisbane Australia, and then finally to our end destination, Melbourne, Australia. I never really thought much about traveling to Australia until we were asked to join the Dawn Princess for our next contract.
So, we jumped at the chance to go “Down Under”. I never really thought much about how much time it would take to get to Melbourne or the fact that we would loose our Saturday on the weekend we travel. We spent about 27 hours on various air planes across the United States, over the Pacific Ocean and past the International Date Line – which magically sucked up our Saturday night. We were on 3 different air planes operated by or in association with Qantas Airlines. Finally, we ended up at our destination… Or atleast the start of our journey.
Upon our arrival in Melbourne Sunday morning, we checked into our hotel and went to the lobby to get some lunch. A few minutes after we sat down, one of our new friends, Bill the trombone player who was also joining the Dawn came into the restaurant and sat down with us. We were watching some old 1972 championship rugby match rerun on the TV and in the middle of eating a delicious burger. Bill asked if we realized that the Detroit Lions vs. New Orleans Saints American football game was on. We promptly got the waiter to change the channel for us. Even though we lost our Saturday and the Lions lost the game, there we were sitting in Australia on the other side of the globe having a beer and watching our home team play football…. Just like we do at our house on Sunday afternoons.
Where in the World are Jake & Melissa?
What locations make up the Australia & Oceania 2012 Adventure?
Melbourne VIC
Australia
Auckland
New Zealand
Tauranga
New Zealand
Napier
New Zealand
Wellington
New Zealand
Fiordland National Park
Sydney NSW
Australia
Brisbane QLD
Australia
Airlie Beach QLD 4802
Australia
Port Douglas QLD 4877
Australia
Darwin NT 0800
Australia
Bali
Indonesia
Bali
Indonesia
Fremantle WA
Australia
Bunbury WA 6230
Australia
Albany WA 6330
Australia
Adelaide SA 5000
Australia
Burnie TAS 7320
Australia
Hobart TAS
Australia
Burnie TAS 7320
Australia
Nuku’alofa
Tonga
Apia
Samoa
Hilo, HI
Lahaina, HI
Nawiliwili Bay
Hawaii 96766
Kailua-Kona, HI
Papeete
French Polynesia
Moorea
French Polynesia
Raiatea
French Polynesia
Bora Bora
French Polynesia
Pago Pago
American Samoa
Suva
Fiji
Noumea
New Caledonia
2012 Destinations: Australia and Oceania
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Scenic Drive: M-119
Tunnel of Trees
Over the holidays, we spent some time in Northern Michigan and had the opportunity to drive on my favorite stretch of road, M-119. In the summer, the road winds its way perched high on the cliffs above Lake Michigan. Looking through the oaks and over the edge, you can see the water crash into the shores below. In the winter, this road can be treacherous. Covered in ice and snow, it winds from Harbor Springs north to Mackinaw City. M-119, gets it’s nickname, “The Tunnel of Trees”, from the hardwoods that canopy the road in their autumnal shroud of vibrant reds, oranges and yellows. In the fall, the leaves are alight with color. But in Christmas time, as the wind whips icy off the lake, the barren trees spread their foreboding limbs across the sky.
Just north of Harbor a few miles, on the right side before and after one of those lovely sets of icy S curves, there’s a lovely farm called “Pond Hill”. They are doing some fantastic down home work there. When my Mom described it to me, she said, “It’s like going to Grandma Paul’s cellar”. I thought that would be cool to check out. My Great Gram Paul’s cellar was a place of great culinary adventures when I was a young girl. So off we went in the ice and the snow, down The Tunnel of Trees to Pond Hill Farms. They have everything a major farm produces. They have cattle, pigs, lamb and chickens. Which they of course then turn around, butcher, sell the bi-products and meat from in their cellar freezers. They have some horses. In the summer they have large gardens brimming with fresh produce. They also have some winter gardens in their greenhouses with crisp springtime salad mix and other hothouse vegetables growing. In the cellar, they offer the end of last falls root vegetable crop and some other varieties of squash. They have an amazing selection of home canned goods like heirloom tomato sauce, pickled beets, corn relish, and jellies. I took home a large container of dill pickles.
After we wandered around the cellar for a while ogling at all the yummy food, we walked up the stairs into the top of the barn. There we found a large lobby with picnic tables and nice large windows overlooking the entire property. Through another door and we found our selves in a large bar room. There was a beautiful slice of local oak straight from the farm all shiny and shellacked for us to sit at. Pond Hill Farms also produces a hit wine series under the label Harbor Springs Winery. They have won several awards for their Pinot Grigio and offer several popular wine varieties like a Chardonnay, Riesling and a Red Table Wine. They mainly get their grapes from the Lelenau Peninsula, just South and around the Lake. I believe they also mentioned some grapes from Washington State but those only appear in their reds. I’ve had many wine samples throughout Michigan since I have turned legal age. (LOL) Usually I find Michigan wine to be young and immature in flavor. Often, it has a short window of enjoyment for me. However, at Harbor Springs Winery, this is not at all the case. I found their Pinto Grigio to be an excellent representation of a crisp white wine that would be a fine accompaniment to any fish or chicken dish. They also had a fresh cider on draft. Talk about a nice crisp way to enjoy your apple a day. Yum.
If you find yourself near Harbor Springs, it’s only a short jaunt over to the Farm. You really should pay them a visit. They are open daily from 8 – 6p. (Closed for major holidays.)
Pond Hill Farms 5581 S Lake Shore Drive Harbor Springs, MI 49740 email farm@pondhill.com or call 231-526-FARM













