Getting an Uzbek Visa in Singapore

Because getting a Russian visa in Hong Kong was so much fun, we decided to do an encore and get an Uzbek visa in Singapore. We also needed a layover between Perth and Mumbai, so 36 hours in ‘baby-Asia’ seemed like a good way to psych ourselves up for entering the belly of the beast.

After a tearful goodbye to our now beloved Perth, we landed in steamy Singapore. Since we only had 36 hours, we headed straight from the airport to the Uzbek embassy. Of course, the embassy was in a poorly lit and poorly marked building. The following hours were posted on the locked door: Tue 12:00 pm – 2:00 pm, Thur 12:00 pm – 2:00 pm. It was Thursday at 4:30 pm….

We rang the doorbell continuously for about 2 minutes until someone came on an intercom. “Do you have an appointment?” he asked. “Y-e-sss,”, I responded. He demanded my name, and after much paper shuffling finally let us into his lair. It felt like a private home with a LOT of Uzbek travel brochures. Most travel brochures carefully crop out the hordes of tourists, but the Uzbek materials intentionally show people at the sites. “See, people come here! This is normal!!!”. From what I gathered the trip will be us and about 5 miserable looking Russians.

Once inside, we told the young man at the front desk that we needed to get our visas sorted out in 36-hours. He made a show of being shocked, and said that it would take 3 days minimum. The horror!!! After about half an hour of going back and forth, we ascertained that we could get the visa immediately if we were willing to transfer an exorbitant sum to an Uzbek offshore account. We did, and the visas happened in like 20 minutes. I feel really good that Uzbekistan has such a robust vetting system.

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See what I mean about the lighting? I hope our visa fees go toward an upgrade.

Getting our visas was the only thing we did in Singapore. Otherwise we just held up at the fabulous Hotel Indigo and gorged on kaya toast and milk tea. After resting and acclimating to the heat, we braced for India.

First on the India itinerary- Mumbai.

Everything Else in WA – Jurian Bay, Rottnest Island, and Margaret River

After a week of urban exploring in Perth and Fremantle, we did some trips out of the cities to see some of WA’s landscape. Since Jahnvi and Christian had to work, we rented a car with Ravi and Angela and drove up north to Jurian Bay.

It was the schoolies and the only reservable campsites were in poxy caravan parks, so Jurian Bay Caravan Park it was. This place was majorly bogan, but kind of fun as an anthropological study. I guess Aussies go camping for like 3 weeks over the schoolies, so we had ample opportunity to see native bogans in their natural habitat.

Despite the bogan-ness, some of the scenery around Jurian bay was pretty spectacular. Each day we drove around the coast and found secluded little bays for lunch. We visited Mount Leseur and ‘hiked’ the ‘mountain’, which was really just a suggestion of a hill but that was fine with me. We also went to a place called The Pinnacles formation in Nambung National Park, a striking geological formation that wasn’t discovered until the 1950s. The park guide material say that no one knows how they were formed, but we all thought it seems pretty obvious that they were fossilized tree trunks. Mystery solved.

More than two days camping would make me chuck a serious tantie, so we headed back to Perth to checkout Rottnest Island. This unappealing name is actually derived from ‘rats nest’, which is frankly a little worse. The island is one of the last native habitats of a tiny, rat-like marsupial called quokkas. They’re kind of cute, but kind of scary.

Rottnest island is about 25 km off the coast, and it was the perfect day trip. We rented bikes and tooled around the 25 km of trails. There are dozens of hidden coves along the coast, so you can just pull over and have a moment when you see a good place. We checked out a place called Mary’s Bay, and it was such a hidden gem. Jahnvi was attacked by a lizard and we were all pretty harassed by some hideous blowies, but somehow the place was still magical. I really can’t think of many other beaches that I’ve been to that are better.

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A beautiful beach on Rottnest Island.

After all of the nature adventures, we regrouped and headed south to Margaret River for Easter weekend. The beaches and the vineyards were spectacular and completely uncrowded (though Aussies seem to think 2 people on a beach is crowded). Jahnvi and Christian knew of all of the lovely spots to take us, and we ate phenomenally well.  I’d definitely give the J&C tour 5/5 on TripAdvisor. We wrapped up our stay in Margaret River with a fab lunch at Vasse Felix, the first winery in Margaret River and definitely one of the best.

After such a lovely 2 weeks in Perth, I kind of felt like we lived there. We didn’t want to leave the good friends, good food, and good climate!!! Until the next time, WA…

Next up- India (by way of a 36 hour layover in Singapore)

The Convict Era in WA – Perth and Fremantle

The rest of the world makes jokes about the convicts in Australia, but I was surprised at how much of an ongoing legacy the ‘convict era’ has left on WA. Due to a combination of poor judgment and misguided business ventures, the British crown founded the Swan River Colony (now modern day Perth and Fremantle) in 1829. This was a very bad idea, and for about two decades the colony hung on by a thread, hemorrhaging settlers to death and defection.

During this period, England also had a convict housing crisis on their hands, and was addressing the issue by holding inmates on defunct ships moored off the coast of England. By all accounts was not a great situation. Someone very clever put their head to the Empire’s problems and decided to send a bunch of these convicts to settle WA. The convicts would serve as free labor to build the infrastructure of the floundering Swan River colony, and the England would be free of typhoid-infested boats full of criminals within swimming distance of the homeland. Win-win.

(Please note that I got most of the convict history from a children’s book at the Fremantle Prison gift shop, so it might be worth fact checking.)

Anyway, this is the back-story for how a slew of convicts were shipped off to Perth and Fremantle and trained as craftsmen and builders. When they first arrived, the convicts’ task was to construct themselves a prison, which I have to say had a surprisingly impressive build quality. It had these amazing hardwood floors made of Jarrah wood, which I am now obsessed with and want in my home.

Jeff and I did two different tours of the Freo prison, and it was a major highlight. Both times our guides were dry-humored prison guard types who meticulously explained the right way to arrange a hangman’s noose (directly under the right ear) and how to make alcohol out of toilet water (you don’t want to know)…

Amazingly, the original convict built prison was in use until the early 1990s, when a prison riot involving a several day hostage situation prompted government officials to close the prison. Closing a prison takes time, however, and in Freo Prison’s waning days the resident psychologist decided that it would be good for moral to let the inmates decorate their cells. The result is simultaneously inspiring, sad, and creepy.

After the construction of the prison, the convicts next task was to build the infrastructure of Fremantle and Perth. They built roads, market buildings, retaining walls, and many of the original limestone buildings are intact. As with the prison, the convicts had quite a high level of craftsmanship and the older buildings in town are adorable. I love Freo.

The well trained slave labor that the convicts provided became an unexpected asset for WA. To this day the build quality of homes, commercial buildings, and municipal buildings in WA is surprisingly good. The convicts may be gone now, but their occupational (and perhaps genetic) descendants live on as skilled blue collar craftsmen called the ‘tradies’. Modern day tradies are well paid and highly employable, and are a fascinating cultural holdover from the convict era.

When we weren’t obsessing over the Freo Prison floors and cute old buildings, we spend some time in Perth exploring the downtown area and the King’s Park botanical garden. The flora in the park was amazing, and we saw funky plants that we’ve never seen before. My new favorites are the eucalyptus macrocarpa and the bottle trees. Super cool.

Perth and Fremantle are delightful cities, and we thoroughly enjoyed our week relaxing there. Our next WA adventures took us a little further afield. In reality we basically did the softest nature excursions imaginable, but by my standards we were roughing it in the outback. Yeah, we’re tough.

Next up, Jurian Bay, Rottnest Island, and Margaret River!

An Intro to Western Australia and Jaynie’s Guide to Aussie Slang

After nearly 2 months in Asia, we (and our digestive tracts) were ready for a bit of respite. Perth in Western Australia is only a 3-hour flight from Bali, so we invited ourselves to stay with our dear friends Jahnvi and Christian for 2+ weeks. Yep, Jahnvi and Christian are sooo nice… We even roped our friends Ravi and Angela into this scheme, and they flew across the Pacific to complete the bedraggled grad student reunion. I’m happy to report that there are currently much lower levels of bedraggledness and no crying. Wow.

Western Australia, or WA, as its colloquially known, is a pretty remote place. It is quite geographically isolated and the capital city Perth is actually closer to Jakarta than it is to Sydney. WA is the largest state in Australia by size, but it has a very small population and towns tend to be fairly far apart from one another. Given this remoteness, both Jeff and I were amazed at how much WA felt like the western US. The scenery, the lack of urban density, and the climate of WA feel so much like California and Utah. The second we exited the airport it felt like home – not what you expect when you’re basically antipodal to your actual home.

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A gorgeous beach view north of Perth. That yellow speck in the middle is me.

I’m going to split the WA portion of the blog like WA’s Wikipedia page: 1) The Convict Era, and 2) Everything Else.

But before I go into our adventures I think everyone needs to to learn a few Aussie vocab words. Here are a few slang words that we picked up.


Jaynie’s Guide to Aussie Slang

Blowie – a blow fly

Bogan – an OZ redneck; they often have names like Brogan, Harvey, Rodney, Kiley, and Megan (pronounced Meeee-gan)

Brekky – breakfast, but cuter

Chuck a sickie – to take a day off work when you are not actually sick

Chuck a tantie – throw a tantrum; I love this so much

Esky – a Styrofoam cooler

Freo – the colloquial name for Fremantle; why ‘Fremantle’ is too hard to say I just don’t know

Mozzie – mosquito

Pash – a long passionate kiss

Poxy – low quality and gross

Schoolies – schools breaks; there seem to be about 6 weeks of schoolies a year and it makes it really hard to book accommodations

Servo – gas station

Tradies – skilled tradesmen who work on blue collar jobs, i.e. plumbers, electricians, builders

Ute – a super sweet el Camino–esq vehicle strongly favored by bogans


Now that you speak OZ, stay tuned as we update the blog with our adventures down under. Next up, Perth and Fremantle (i.e. the WA convict era).

Bali Part 2 – Pemuteran and Ubud

In addition to the fact that experiencing Ogoh-ogoh day and Nyepi was very cool, the town of Pemuteran itself was really a highlight. In fact, I’d say it’s my favorite place on the trip thus far. It’s a small town nestled between the sea and the mountains in north western Bali, and it’s currently at the perfect level of tourist development. There are plenty of amenities (ATMs, restaurants, taxis) but it’s not overrun with whiteys like me. I chalk this up to the fact that it’s a 4-hour drive from the airport, so partying Aussies don’t make the trek.

We stayed at the Kuda Laut resort, which was fabulously nice. The resort has just three bungalows and they’re super well designed. The owners are two Germans called Catherin and Marcel, and their very German attention to detail makes this place special (homemade dragon fruit jam anyone?). We loved it.

In addition to being a fab resort, Kuda Laut is a diving school. Uncharacteristically, we took a ‘when in Rome’ approach to this adventure, and took a diving lesson from Catherin. After a one-day lesson, we were deemed “skilled” enough to head out into the reef around nearby Mengagan island. It was TERRIFYING, but I’m glad I tried it. Even Jeff admitted that diving is ‘a little scary’, and maybe he won’t do it again…. But look at what we saw!!!!

After the glory and isolation that was Pemuteran, we drove two hours south to the American-soaked theme park that is Ubud. In case you’re unaware, Ubud was the Balinese home base for the heroine of E-P-L. The whole town is brimming with middle-aged American women channeling their inner Julia Roberts whilst splurging on $200/ day yoga retreats and gluten free goji berry energy balls at a crunchy grocery store called Bali Buddha. Okay fine, I loved Bali Buddha but it was ridiculous.

Our first day in Ubud Jeff and I stumbled into a vegan restaurant called the Ātman Cafe. (side bar: ‘Ātman’ refers to the Buddhist concept of the metaphysical self. Not sure of the details here but it seems to involve a good amount of coconut milk.) This café was great because we got to eat non-Balinese food for a change and eavesdrop on possibly the most ridiculous posse of Americans ever. They were on a lunch break from an ecstatic dance workshop. Need I say more?

But I will say more. One posse member was a middle-aged dude wearing avocado patterned socks with Birkenstocks and literally (I’m not joking) snapping along to Balinese chants playing on his iPhone. Another was a rail thin, large breasted yoga bimbo (yogimbo?) who was the leader of the ecstatic dance workshop. All of the men had pony-tails and other than the birkis, none of them wore shoes. They sat on the floor cross-legged (very Beatles in India-like) and tried desperately to impress each other with their enlightenment. Man, it was rough to see.

In spite of all of my judgments, however, we actually had a very nice time in Ubud. The food was good and it was an easy place to spend some time. Ubud was our last stop in Bali, so next up- the land down under!!!!