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Gideon Dunster: Sleepless in Seattle... what about Formosa?

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Imagine for a second that you are standing in an old, two room school house. Cement floors, brick walls, and a basic tin roof surround you. The closest paved road is a 2-hour drive away. The closest hospital (not clinic) is too. The only electricity comes from the only extension cord that you have surreptitiously connected to the only electrical wire running to the structure. Outside is an endless expanse of dirt which is occasionally broken up by tough shrubs, sharp cacti, and extremely hearty trees. Make-shift houses and shacks dot the landscape, while feral animals root through a mixture of trash and underbrush in search of their next meal. Dogs, cats, sheep, goats, pigs, birds, cattle, horses, donkeys, ├▒andues; they are all equal in the eyes of the sun and all free to do as they please.

In many ways, time as we think of it is irrelevant out here. The sun rises when it pleases, sets as it wills, and in between life moves at whatever pace you choose. There is no rush hour, because …

Eliza Heery's A Diary from Down Under Part 1

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Eliza Heery recounts her recent experience in Sydney, Australia through NSF’s EAPSI program in a two-part series…
A Diary from Down Under
June 7, 2016: Greetings from down under! I’m in Sydney for 3 months working with one of my all-time top science heroes, Dr. Emma Johnston, at University of New South Wales (UNSW). It’s all thanks to support from the National Science Foundation and the Australian Academy of Science, through a program they jointly fund called EAPSI – East Asia Pacific Summer Institute.
Of course, it’s not at all summer here in Australia. My approach into Sydney Airport was among the most exciting aviation experiences I can recall due to a 100-year winter storm that was pounding the coast of New South Wales. Upon deplaning, I discovered a usually fair-weather city deep in the throes of winter weather chaos. City buses were rerouted, sirens of emergency vehicles chirped persistently in the distance, and Hassan, my Uber driver, had to turn around on three different occasio…