Down Under

This is only a handful of the shots taken – see here for the full album (which itself is a relative handful of all the shots taken…)

The trip over was long, but I didn’t feel as absolutely wasted as I did the first time I made the voyage.

Spent a couple days wandering around Wellington. It’s small enough that you can walk most anywhere of interest in less than half an hour.

Spotted those books in a used book store on my second day. Just had to buy the lot.

The conference itself was fairly small, about 200 attendees. We each got a hand-knitted star as a conference badge, made by one of the organizers’ mothers.

As it turned out, the conference I had traveled all this way to attend was only a precursor to Kawaiicon, a major ~2000-person event over the next two days. I was luckily able to score a student badge off a student I befriended at the smaller conference.

But the day after the small conference – and the first day of the larger one – was just too sunny a day to pass indoors. So, more exploring.

Later on on Thursday I had a trip out to Weta Workshop, where they did the special effects for Lord of the Rings and many other well-known properties.

On the way up to the Weta workshop, the bus driver pointed out an area where they take people on Lord of the Rings tours, as they filmed a scene from the first film up there – the one where Frodo says to the others, “Get off the road!” So on the way back I had to stop by and wander up there to see if I could find the spot.

After I found where I’m pretty sure the Hobbits were hiding from the ring wraiths, I wandered a bit further up, got a bit lost, and came across a gigantic rope swing with incredible night-time views of the city below.

Conference on Friday, pretty interesting talks, cool hacking stories, etc. That evening I had scheduled a twilight tour of Zealandia, a wildlife reserve. It was fairly drizzly, but I figured what the hey, might as well. I had no idea what exactly this would entail, but it turned out to be a big group of people with three guides, looking for wildlife. As it turns out, this sort of arrangement is not something I really enjoy. There were a few moments when I was separated from the group that I could really take in the wilderness, but then the guides hurried me along to get back with the group.

The tour ticket included general admission to the park the next day, so on Saturday I headed back out to get myself deep into the reserve away from other people.

It was really nice. I went straight from the reserve to the airport, to catch my flight to Melbourne. Dad had already arrived.

The next day, Sunday, we caught a train up to Ballarat, my first area, and got to see a lot of familiar faces. Dinner with the Ivens, my favorite family there.

Monday was Sunbury, where we caught up with Tiffany.

Next up was the flight to Sydney, where we spent the rest of our stay.

To the zoo:

Lunch at Google.

Tour of the Sydney Opera House.

Sydney Harbor bridge climb.

Boat tour after an all-day excursion up to the Blue Mountains, followed by a delicious fish-n-chips dinner.

Lunch at a different Google building, followed by an hour-and-a-half match of Chinese Chess.

Jet boating. This thing is like a souped-up jet ski, and the lack of a propellor allows the boat to perform some pretty crazy maneuvers. There’s even a name for it on the Wikipedia page – “crash stop” and “Hamilton turn”.

The day prior, on the Blue Mountain tour, we had lunch next to a group of older folks who were recounting a concert they’d attended at the Sydney Opera House the day before. I looked up tickets and they weren’t outrageously expensive, so I figured what the hey, we had some free time.

The white specks in that last image are the result of a long-exposure shot of hundreds of seagulls playing around above the bridge.

Rode a pair of e-bikes back to the apartment, and the next day we said our farewells.

To Utah and Vancouver

Here’s me playing two-month catch-up.

Randall Munroe of xkcd.com came to campus to give a talk on his new book. Pretty fun.

Headed to Utah for a Fall recruiting trip to BYU.

Did a couple of team-building activities: kayaking and cooking.

Did a few activities with Mary.

Just happened upon that drift racing scene. Way, way fun.

For General Conference I went on a trip to Vancouver, Canada. First time in that country. We stayed at one of my friends’ brother-in-law’s parents’ AirBnb, at a very reasonable rate.

Watched Toy Story 4 with some friends on the night before I headed off for my trip to New Zealand and Australia, which I’ll detail in another post.

Boston and Back Again

Well Boston was a hoot. On the way to the airport though, I ran across a cat, just outside my hotel room. This cat was special because I’m pretty sure I recognize that cat from a business trip earlier this year. Way to go, little guy.

I’ve developed a newfound appreciation for direct flights. Most all of my travel is direct anyways, but it’s really nice for long hauls as well, since there’s just so much delay involved. To get from San Jose to Boston ended up involving roughly 17 hours of transit. The major contributor to this delay were the airport shuttles. I hopped on, then thought I saw the rental car center pass us by, figured I’d missed my stop, and hopped off. Walking back a ways I discovered that what I’d thought was a sign labeling the rental center was really labeling the road to the rental center, which was still a ways off. So I waited ~15 minutes for the next bus, only for it to arrive completely packed. Had to wait another 15 minutes to board, then in an excessively long line at the rental counter, then in excessively bad traffic, finally falling asleep in my hotel room at 2am.

It turned out though that renting a car in Boston was a big mistake. Much more of a liability than a help, since it cost more to park it than to rent it, and I could get everywhere I needed easily via public transportation. Ah well, lesson learned.

Another reason it was a mistake renting a car was that driving in downtown Boston is terrifying. Cars merge every which-a-way, and bicyclists are first-class citizens on the road, so gotta pay extra careful attention to them. By the same token though, biking in Boston is terrifyingly awesome. Weaving through traffic is just so much fun.

After the first day of work we all went out to an Italian place. Dinner was at 6:30, and I’d planned on being at Libby’s place at 8. Shouldn’t be a problem. However it turned out to be one of those experience things, where they serve you alcohol and appetizers for like an hour before actually taking your order. Had to ask them to just put some spaghetti in a to-go box so I could jet. Scarfed it on the way, and I gotta say it wasn’t nearly as good without the restaurant’s atmosphere.

Biked to Libby’s apartment, rode the janky elevator up, and had a real fun time with her and her friends playing Hanoi and Jackbox. Caught the train back – wasn’t in the mood for another half-hour bike ride – and wandered around Quincy Market for a while. There was a bar with the BYU-Utah game on, watched as much of that as I could before the bartender kicked me out.

Friday morning I left my car at the hotel and just biked to work. Met Libby at the entrance and brought her up to enjoy the rooftop garden and breakfast at the café.

After work I wandered off to explore the MIT campus. I’m convinced that the university in Big Hero Six is based off MIT If I had toured the campus before deciding on BYU, I might have had a very different college career.

I wandered through the buildings, looking very much like a student with my backpack. Made it in to a few buildings after-hours by following students through. But eventually I felt like my luck was being pushed a bit too far; looked up from a bench to see a lady in a black suit staring intently at me. As I got up she started talking into her cell phone. I decided that was the point for me to make my exit.

From MIT I made my way back to Quincy Market and enjoyed some street food and music.

Saturday morning I met Libby at a park, saving her from some stranger who’d been chatting her up and made sure I was aware that I had a gorgeous cousin. Umm, thanks.

We went gift shopping, then walked the “Freedom Trail”, marked out by a narrow strip of bricks that led the way between historical sites.

Said our good-byes, drove back to the airport, and learned that no I wasn’t just having a bad day with the shuttles when I arrived, they really are just stupid. I boarded a shuttle from the rental center to get to terminal A. Zoned out for a bit, then saw the shuttle stop at terminal B, then C. Figured I’d missed terminal A, but it was fine cause I’d arrived in plenty of time. Stayed on for one extra round, and then found out that no, the shuttle just didn’t go to terminal A; I had to hop off and wait for 15 minutes to get on the right one.

Aside from that it was one smooth operation from Boston to SLC. Perfectly timed with Steve & Lauren, who were returning their rental car after having driven back from the Cabin. Hearing about their adventures made me second-guess my decision to go in person to the Boston summit. But ah well, next year.

Saw Steve & Lauren’s place for the first time, then headed back home, unpacked, and watched some BSG with Dad. I’d end up watching quite a bit of BSG with dad this trip back.

Sunday morning I took Scout on a walk to church, and Dad was kind enough to pick him up. During Sunday School I was bothered by the amount of whispering going on, could hardly focus on the lesson. Since I wasn’t a member of the ward I figured I could get away with shushing them, and did so with good effect, earning myself some thank-yous from neighbors.

Walked back from church, enjoying the sights of Alpine. Hung around until the big cousin get-together that evening, which was a blast.

Monday was a BBQ at Aunt Lisa’s, picking Chessie up from the vet, chillaxing in a park, watching the first half of a Bollywood film with Mom & Dad, and binging a whole buncha BSG; topped it off with my first episode of Longmire.

Flight back was pretty but uneventful.

Date night to the Seattle Art Museum on Thursday:

Had two farewell parties this weekend. One was just me, her, and Mary, and we chatted and watched Firefly. She wasn’t interested in a big scene. The other was a much bigger thing, ice cream and games. The Name Game has really taken root here, and I think it’s now a crowd favorite.

On Saturday night Mary and I babysitted her sister’s kids. Things were winding down, when over 1,200 lightning strikes started striking. It was dang cool.

So now I’m just hurriedly prepping for the recruiting trip to BYU this week, putting slides together and arranging food and logistics. Looking forward to seeing you all soon!