I “met” Sarah Jackson back in the spring when she was preparing to embark on a three-week solo journey through Oz and was a bit weary about things. So she contacted me and I tried (tried being the operative word) to ease her fears. Well, as you can read below, things worked out swimmingly. A television comedy writer “in real life,” Sarah’s blog is never devoid of humor; head over and check it out at your leisure and peruse the archives for some additional pictures and tales of her time Down Under. Thanks for filling in for me, Sarah!
That’s OK, Kristin. I forgive you.
For what you may ask? Oh please! Sure, you gave me a ton of great advice before I left for my month long to trip to Australia—my first big solo traveling adventure. But you didn’t tell me what NOT to wear! How could I know that the perfect, breezy, beer-filled days at the beginning of my trip in Port Douglas, Queensland would be so dramatically different than South Australia’s July winter? Of course, I knew the seasons are reversed Down Under. But I’m from New York City! We get snowstorms here! How bad could it possibly be?!
I wore this everyday for a week from the moment I landed in Adelaide until the end of my 3-day tour of the Great Ocean Road ending in Melbourne. I thought I had packed a perfect system of layers that would keep me warm no matter what, while looking like a cute college hipster on her way to make out with someone in the quad. As you can see, I rather resembled the 33 year old I actually am. Less cute and hip, and more like a crunchy lady who sells homemade beeswax candles. Or maybe an enterprising actress in New York City getting ready to perform in the stage version of Newsies?
As you’ll see in the pictures below, not even cute, Kristin. Not even cute.
(Editor’s Note: If only I could look that cute on my journeys! And I’m not even kidding!)
Here I am at the third winery on the Groovy Grape Barossa Valley Wine Tour. I can’t remember what it was called because I was drunk. The outfit could be acceptable here. I’m digging that purple plaid. But I ruined everything with a hand on my hip and my feet turned out in such an abnormal way. I guess wine makes me more flexible?
This is after a much needed carb-y lunch on that same tour. I kept insisting this group of friends traveling together were British. “No Sarah, I’m Swedish!” “I’m French!” To which I replied, “Whatever, same difference! Let’s take a picture!” This is why everyone loves Americans.
Day 1 of my 3-day Great Ocean Road Adventure Tour. If you told me I did that first hike in the Grampians in a clown suit or naked, I would believe you. That’s because I was so terrified getting to the summit that I’ve blacked most of it out. Notice the insane view, but don’t miss my body language either.
Katie, best tour guide in the world: “OK everyone, there’s a kangaroo crossing sign coming up. Does anyone wants to stop and get a pic—”
Sarah: “YES! YES! PULL OVER! STOP IMMEDIATELY! Take my picture! First back to back and then like this! Hahahaha, I’m so funny!”
REALLY funny in that same hoodie from three days before, Sarah.
Here we are at the beginning of the Great Ocean Road and some of the most amazing rock formations ev-ah. Breathtaking and freezing. You might think this is a Rocky pose, but it’s actually my tribute to A Christmas Story when Ralphie’s poor little brother couldn’t put his arms down due to excessive layering.
Another rockin’ outfit and person I met along the Great Ocean Road. Jack from the UK was definitely my favorite. Funny, weird, picked on me immediately…major points for that. I tried my first horrible bit of Vegemite with him, (”hahaha, it’s bloody awful isn’t it?!”), and duked it out over Cadbury vs. Reeses Peanut Butter Cup. “Don’t blame me because you don’t get chocolate and peanut butter! It’s not my fault you guys are crazy!” I have no idea what his romantic life was like, but someone better have been making out with Jack on the road. I would have done it myself, but I wasn’t feeling super sexy in my knit hat.
I have to admit, it doesn’t really matter what you are wearing when you catch your first glimpse of the Twelve Apostles. That’s what it really looks like, but you can’t imagine what it feels like. Go there. Right now. I’ll put your ticket on my credit card. Just pay me back when you get your tax return.
My inner New Yorker was released when we arrived in Melbourne, my second favorite city in the whole wide world now. So many graffiti’d alleys to explore, foods to sample and winter coats to buy. And boy, did I buy a CUTE one that I can’t wait to wear when it officially turns to fall here in NYC. But while I was in Australia and looking at the pictures now, I realize it did not even matter. When I produce a reality fashion travel show, I will call it What Not To Care. Get out there and see everything and anything. Wear a ninja costume if you want, as long as you’re comfortable enough to have the best freaking time of your life.
All is forgiven, Kristin.