Category Archives: living in Australia

100 Posts & Thank You

Inevitably, we would be wandering typically rainy downtown Portland, and run into someone we knew. Usually, it was someone impossible, someone we hadn’t seen in years, or was a little famou-ish. My father coined the phenomenon as “big town, small city”, meaning we had all the marks of a city but with the feel of a small town, where you might stop and talk in the middle of the road outside the feed store.

For Eddie and I, this is our 100th collective post on Bear and Shark. We started in May 2011 with no solid plans, only the need to share projects, drawings,ideas and stories over a vast distance. Along the way our projects grew as we; furnished houses with recycled things, we reclaimed newspaper boxes, ate weird fruit and tried to bring analogue back.

By far the best part of the whole experience has been the ability to share our “art and travel” on global scale. Each time I see the certain portions of the map light up, I think of all the amazing people we know and how lucky we are to share our project with them. The internet is amazing.In Norway- I see Ina and Nat,  Canada-Brenda and Greg/my countless relatives, Belgium-Alex, Australia- the Manly crew and cousin, Spain- family, UK & South America- old friends, Singapore-Brendon and everyone in the US. As for Bulgaria…well, we’re still trying to figure that one out.

Knowing that you are reading became the reason to write. The reason to get up at 6 or 7am (way too often). The end result is a project that is so much bigger than we could have imagined.

Over the last year and a half the world becomes so much smaller, it no longer seems like a grey metropolitan of strangers staring at the ground, but a patchwork of friends.So I guess its all a round about way of saying “Thank you”.

Below is a map of who has checked out Bear&Shark in the last 90 days.

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Upcoming projects; a new layout to the site, no more silly ads, Eddies taking out christmas consumerism and I’m opening up a New Zealand home distillery.

Feel free to email us with feedback, Shark-seabarnhart@gmail.com, Bear- barnheart@gmail.com

How to Save Money & Travel-At the same time.

It sounds like adventure blasphemy,  a cruel joke or my first attempt at spreading bad advice, but I assure you it is possible to save up a little money while you travel.

Isnt the reason you save money in the first place is to blow it on an awesome vacation? All too often this is the perspective of travelers.We save to spend, and more often than not it means spending “everything”. Which works fine if you have a high paying job, that will prioritize you with good hours when you get home, but sadly, stable employment is quickly becoming a luxury.

However hard it may seem, it is possible to travel and save money. It isnt easy, sometimes it isnt fun, but It often makes life post-traveling just a little easier. It could be saving for a house or just getting to the next country on the list, a little extra cash is a good thing. Hopefully, these suggestions will help make those steps a little smaller.

-Pick somewhere far away.  Pick a region you want to see as opposed just a couple of countries. You can now use your base country as a “hub” to travel to other places that interest you. Its alot easier to save when country #2 on your wishlist is right next door, as opposed to flying home and planning another flight out.

-Plan to travel for longer, instead of stopping in for a couple of weeks, make your timeframe a couple of months. This allows you to use up working visas and gain somewhat steady income. Working visas are typically easier to get than expected and usually dont cost much, especially when you consider how fast you can make that back. Australia pays 17 dollars an hour to deliver pizzas, so you can imagine how soon you’ll make it back. The bad news is that Visas are a whole lot harder to get once you’re over 30 years old.

- When you decide on your hub country then pick a hub city, or travel for a bit and stay at the one you like the most, preferably one with some jobs rumors. As soon as you decide on your place of short term residence- Lose the car and use the money to get housing that is closer to the action. Cars suck up more resources and exchange only some convenience. The depreciation on a car could be your next plane ticket to paradise.

-Know how much things are worth in local currency. Worth has to do with the value, meaning “is it a good deal given this environment”, not “Wow. Thats cheap when I think about what it would cost in my native currency”. Many places will jack up prices to match your tourist expectations (Im looking at you Thailand), ask yourself “Would a local think this is a good deal.” Or just ask a local (just make sure you are aware of local custom concerning money before you do).

-Its been said a million times, probably most convincingly by the Iwillmakeyourich.com, but having benchmarks and budgets a good places to start. Budgeted cash becomes extra cash which lets you be more spontaneous.

- A German girl once asked me “How do you plan not to have a plan?” Having an outline that is realistic for the amount of cash you can spend, can go a long way in letting you be spontaneous later. Going into credit card debt is not really an option if you are looking life beyond the next private all inclusive resort.

- Make extra income for yourself. Being in a new country is a great time to experiment with making money with your hobbies or talents. Play music or try to sell your art at weekend fairs. If your voice is going to get you deported other good options include, working for accommodation or picking up freelance work . Even volunteering or working for free can help you build experience back home in fields you may enjoy but wouldn’t have considered.

-Last but not least, get to know people! If you live and work close to where everything is happening, you can usually get “mates rates” (no, you dont have to sleep with anyone) or friend discounts from acquaintances who have cooler jobs than you. At very least you should be able to scrounge some food discounts.

Dragon Fruit (a review)

“Guess what I got for dessert!?” Im not very good at hiding my excitement.

“Is it that weird looking pink fruit from the alleyway stand?” Linz managed to say it with no affect. Damn. She knows me too well.

“Yeah, ok. Lucky guess.” Mindreader.

The last few years, my fruit vocabulary has expanded beyond the perimeter isles at Albertsons. Its even superseded the seasonal ethinic stands at Food4Less, which Eddie and I have long regarded as the outer-space of fruit exploration.

Custard Apples, fresh Lychees and Logan Berries, fruit here includes flavors only found at bubble tea restaurants on 82nd.  I had passed this Dragon Fruit one too many times and it was far time we got acquainted.

I’ll admit it, my expectations where somewhere in the stratosphere. How could they not be? Its named Dragon Fruit. Look at it. It looks like it should be moving or living in an ocean reef. For a while, I just looked at it. Then I sobered up, grabbed the biggest knife I have and ripped into it, finding this:

Surprise! I was expecting the smell to be sweet and bathed in awesome. Instead, it smelled like nothing and looked like jelly poppy seeds. The color was probably the best part. These colors dont belong in nature. If I didnt know better, I would think it was poisonous.

We grabbed our spoons and dug in to the Cantaloupe (Rock Melon if your Aussie)  textured stuff.

“It tastes like foam and poppy seeds.” Linz said plainly.

I wish I could have disagreed with her but she pretty much hit it dead on. Foam and poppy seeds. I thought I caught a hint of sweetness somewhere near the bottom, but it was probably just my pre expectations. Crash and burn, the expectations spun through the atmosphere in a flaming heap of wreckage.

It was probably just a dud.

The Cockroach War

Its even worse than it sounds.

Even at mid day, the effects of last nights little jubilee has left me cross-eyed with a tired ache. Which made me defenseless against hungers concealed attack. The dagger twisting me somewhere between the stomach and large intestine.

“Thai food” or at lest our version of it, was what linz said was waiting for me at the end of my ride home. So I pedal and dodge between marble rain drops, in a stupidly grey afternoon swagger. The hopeful news of dinner easing my temporary injury.

By the time I arrive, vegetables are haplessly shotgunned across kitchen counters. Linzay, their nemesis, spinning and steaming her way around, floating in colorful Indonesian genie pants.Without effort she looks beautiful.

Eventually, the vegetable pile is gone, sweetly portioned into our neat bowls, and the stack of dishes have grown to consume the counter. We have to be careful, cockroaches will be out at dark, dancing and weaving between the teflon. They are an unavoidable part of life here, both the little baby menaces and the more rare bathroom monsters.

Yesterday, Linzay won the last nightly Killing Game-12-10. Admittedly, it was only because she managed to rangle up a buck worth double points in the last round. Smiling and smashing she yelled “I got ‘em!”. Wiping up the roaches is a simple a task as cleaning the counters, which are spotless most the time anyway. Well, unless they’re covered in squished carcasses. Its a cycle we’ve learned to live with.

Tonight, revenge was served in an act of pure terrorism. A courageous and selfless suicide attack.

With the explosion, I saw the blood run out of her face. Somewhere between our first and second serving. With an alarming calmness, she stood up from the table and silently departed to the sink.

She didn’t need to say it. I could feel the knot building in my throat. “Tell me its not a cockroach” I trailed off as I said it, because the truth was retched, awful and ugly.

Slowly, she started to spit the contents of her meal into her hands.

The truth was left on the side of her plate, its legs damp with her saliva. We examined the remains like culinary CSI but the verdict remained the same. Linzay is the killer. “I think I need to brush my teeth”she said “You cant see any more legs in there, can you?” She asked opening her mouth, pointing to her teeth.

1-0. Let the game begin.