AUSTRALIA — Day 1
The first trip of my life to Australia began with a pair of 13-hour flights — New York City to Dubai to Sydney. Check out my boarding passes:
Flying through the Middle East wasn’t the quickest route to Australia, but for some reason, when I’d booked the trip six months earlier, it was the cheapest . . . and hey, Emirates! Right? I’d heard it was one of the nicest airlines — and it proved to be true. Not only was every employee polite and helpful, but the plane itself was gorgeous. Here’s the staircase to the First Class area:
More on that in a bit, but first, here’s one of three meals that was served:
According to the menu (yes, an actual menu with various options), it was “Arabic lamb stew.” And it was delicious.
Speaking of Arabic, look at these little items that came with it:
Did you notice the white cable dangling to the left of my meal (two photos up)? That was my laptop’s power cord. Every seat on the flight had its own outlet, so I was plugged in and fully charged for the entire journey. I labeled photos and videos for about five hours and played Nintendo (with a USB controller) for the remaining seven — several games of Tetris followed by every level of both Super Mario Bros. 1 & 2.
One nice thing about the flight was the free/unlimited fruit, candy, juice, and water. This was the setup in one of the galleys:
This was another highlight:
In case you can’t tell, that’s me in both of those Polaroid photos. Evidently that’s a thing on Emirates. They get the cute flight attendants to pose with you and take your picture.
Because I was so excited by the food and photos (and because I was being my polite, chatty self), I got a personal tour of First Class after we landed in Dubai. Here are the fancy seats up there, which can fully recline . . .
. . . and here’s the bathroom:
Did you notice the shower at the end? Hot damn.
The Dubai airport resembled a high-end mall:
Here’s something that caught my eye as I wandered toward the gate for my next flight:
I caught a brief glimpse of the Burj Khalifa in the distance, but unfortunately couldn’t get a decent photo because of the gigantic window coverings. Bleh. It’s probably a ploy to get dumb tourists like me to actually *visit* the city in order to get a proper look at the mammoth structure.
By the time I boarded my second flight . . .
. . . it felt like 3am for me. I don’t even know what time it was in Dubai, but I did know this: when the plane was scheduled to land in Sydney, it was going to be 7am. In other words, if I didn’t sleep A LOT on this flight, I was gonna be screwed.
I played more video games for about three hours, then slept for about three hours, and then got awakened when the old French people next to me had to get up to use the bathroom. I was concerned that I wouldn’t be able to fall back asleep, but thankfully, after their 20-minute out-of-seat excursion, I settled back in and passed out for four more hours.
Here’s what the flight tracker was telling me when I woke up for the second time:
Breakfast was served a little while later:
I felt pretty good when the plane touched down in Sydney, though I suspected my energy wouldn’t last.
Look what I saw in the baggage claim area:
Did you notice the advertisement on that vertical video screen? That’s THE reason why I made this trip: Major League Baseball’s Opening Series between the Dodgers and Diamondbacks at the Sydney Cricket Ground. Two years ago, I traveled to Japan for MLB’s Opening Series at the Tokyo Dome, and now here I was in Australia for a similar experience.
Look who I saw after passing through customs:
Here’s a closeup:
The man holding the “Z” sign is my friend Ray Burton. He and I first met in 2012 when his entire family traveled to America and hired me to join them for two Watch With Zack games in Philadelphia. Remember? Here’s a photo of us which was taken outside Citizens Bank Park. This was my blog entry about the first game we attended together, and this was my entry about the second. We all had such a good time that we kept in close touch, and when MLB announced the Opening Series in Australia, Ray invited me to stay with his family in Newcastle, which is about 100 miles north of Sydney.
Here’s Nick, the older of his two sons, who joined him in waking up at 4:30am in order to meet me at the airport:
Nick drove us out of Sydney . . .
. . . toward Newcastle . . .
. . . and we arrived at their home in the late morning:
One reason I love the Burtons is that they embrace my passion for food. On the way to Newcastle, Ray had asked me what I wanted for dinner — and what I wanted to eat in general.
The following photo shows one of the things I mentioned:
The wonderful woman pictured above is Ray’s wife, Donna. She had to go food shopping anyway, so she picked this up for all of us and planned to make spaghetti with kangaroo meatballs.
Meanwhile, Ray and I headed out for the afternoon with Alex, the younger of his two sons. Here’s the vehicle we rode in:
Prior to this, I’d never been in a Hummer; I’d only made disparaging remarks about them (and their owners) from afar, but I have to say . . . it was quite a nice ride.
Check out Ray’s floor mats:
His friends think he has those because of the similarity to his name, but in fact the Rays are his favorite team.
After just a few minutes of driving, we stopped at a scenic lookout at the end of a street called Banksia Avenue:
From there we went to see some animals at a place called Blackbutt Reserve. Here’s a photo of Alex and Ray entering the first enclosure:
After spotting several creatures from a distance, we got close to a pretty little bird called a rainbow lorikeet. Here I am with it . . .
. . . and here it is on Alex’s shoulder:
The bird was adorable. It started licking Alex’s neck, and it seemed so cute and harmless that I reached out toward it gently with my right hand. Wanna guess what happened next? The little bastard chomped down on my index finger, right in the crease below my middle knuckle, and made me bleed!
(Welcome to Australia.)
Given the fact that rainbow lorikeets are not predatory or aggressive, Ray and Alex thought it was hilarious. In all fairness, if I’d seen it happen to someone else, I would’ve been laughing too.
My pain lessened somewhat when I got a good look at a koala:
Here are a few more animals we encountered (from a safe distance):
In the four-part photo above, you’re looking at:
Then I finally got to see some kangaroos for the first time in my life:
Unfortunately they weren’t jumping all over the place, but it was still cool.
Here’s an emu:
On the way back to the Burtons’ home, Ray and Alex and I stopped a nearby park to play catch. Here they are waiting patiently while I pulled out my camera for the zillionth time:
Before dinner, Ray gave me a tour of his Man Cave:
In the photo above, did you notice the display cases of baseballs on the right side? Here’s a closer look:
Not only were there a bunch of commemorative balls that we’d snagged together in Philadelphia, but one of the cases had a ball that I had signed for them:
The Burtons have four cats. Here’s Alex with three of them:
Here’s a group photo from dinner:
The only person missing was their daughter, Emily, who is studying at Sydney University. We were planning to travel to Sydney in two days, so I was looking forward to seeing her.
And now, the moment you’ve all been waiting for:
Spaghetti and kangaroo meatballs!
Donna’s cooking was fantastic, but kangaroo meat itself isn’t all that great. It’s kind of gamey and chewy, and I’ve since learned that Australians don’t really eat it. It’s mainly served as a touristy thing . . . so in that sense, I did my job.
On a final note, I plan to blog about every day of my trip. Some of the entries will contain baseball stuff (especially Day 3), but others won’t. If my trip bores you, then don’t read about it. For me, personally, blogging about it is a nice way to document everything and (since I’m not on Facebook) share it with my family and non-baseball-loving friends.