What's new

World travel

Dude, you're Venetian blood. That's bad ***. Actually the main Roman town in that region is modern day Oderzo which is only a 30 minute drive from Sacile, so you're actually a Roman MFer. Congrats! My Germanic people the Quadi and Marcomanni ****ed you Romans up in Oderzo(Opitergium) in AD 166-168. The Quadi extended into modern Hungary so I apologize that my German and Hungarian relatives did that to you guys.


The Visigoths and the Huns also had it out for you guys.

I'm Furlan, we are part of the autonomous region of Friuli, I'm not sure if we were part of Austria until 1919 or 1875, but my great grandfather was a captain in the Austrian Army.

The French fought in Friuli during the Napoleonic wars, historically the farm land was considered to be of value, now our land is home to the biggest Air Base in Central Europe.

If you're into the history this is worth a watch

 
Last edited:
I'm Furlan, we are part of the autonomous region of Friuli, I'm not sure if we were part of Austria until 1919 or 1875, but my great grandfather was a captain in the Austrian Army.

The French fought in Friuli during the Napoleonic wars, historically the farm land was considered to be of value, now our land is home to the biggest Air Base in Central Europe.

If you're into the history this is worth a watch



Did your grandparents or parents speak Furlan? How did you end up in Australia?
 
Did your grandparents or parents speak Furlan? How did you end up in Australia?

Yeah we sort of did, my mum learnt Furlan off her grandmother and struggled a little bit with communicating when outside of Veneto. When I was young i was fairly fluent and I learnt by ear so I picked up all sorts of it, Furlan and common Italian. (I've forgotten most of it now, I can still understand a bit) Its pretty much just the venetian dialect, I used to work with a Sicilian guy and he may as well have been speaking Spanish.

The great majority of post war immigrants that came to Australia were Southern Italians, Calabrese and Sicilians, those regions probably account for 70 percent of Italian immigration to Australia. In my old job we'd deal with a lot of oldies with dementia, Sam my Sicilian colleague would understand and talk to the southerners but he couldn't understand venetians (they were generally the minority) and I would mostly understand and be able to communicate with Furlan's (of which there is a decent diaspora here, there are two large Furlan clubs in Melbourne) About 5 percent of Victorians have Italian heritage about 370,000 people.

My great grandfather came out here with my great uncle in the 1930s, Australia was at the time one of the richest countries in the world and had some of the highest wages on offer for Stockmen and Jackaroos. They came here to hire out as stockmen and earn greater wages they they could make at home working their own land. Anyway my great grandfather came back before the war but my Zio Joe stayed here (and i think for a short time was interned during the war, mum used to know all this ****) Anyway after the war my grandfather had a job working on the railroads and was involved with the local unions and socialist party, he'd married my grandma and they'd had my aunt. My grandma's younger brother Jack had left pretty much as soon as the war was over and joined Joe out here in Australia, they were both writing home saying how much better life was and they should join them too. At the time Canada and Australia were offering assisted migration my grandparents put in for both, they got a positive reply from Australia first. My grandfather came out in 54? and my pregnant grandmother 3 months later. Between Nonno, Joe and Jack they had enough money working at the tannery for a deposit on the house in Footscray before Nonna got here, they moved into the house on Pilgrim St (I found the original title and bill of sale in my parents papers while looking for their will) and my mum was born shortly after.

I think my great grandmother came out shortly after, her husband had died (I dunno when) so she came out and lived with my Grandparents. She was absolutely furious when she got here and saw how we lived, "My ****ing husband came here saw what indoor plumbing looked like and yet when he came home I was still ******** in an outhouse until he died, that bastard." so on and so forth. When she got to 80 she decided she was going to die and insisted on moving back home to Italy to be buried with her husband. Why you might ask? Anyway the old bat lived another 18 years and missed out on all of her grandkids. (My cousin Claire may have been born, she'd inspire most people to leave the country, well men anyway.)

So that's what I know, I'm sure bits are wrong but mum kept the family lore and she's not around to ask.
 
In the very beginning of February we went down to Jamaica. I think probably the most, almost exclusive, way to visit Jamaica is going to a resort or as a cruise stop. I definitely see how people would view that kind of travel as financially constraining. With seven of us, it really precludes that in terms of logistics and whatnot. We've always traveled a little differently, and in so doing I feel you get a better experience at typically 1/4 the cost when you go somewhat off grid and be willing to go somewhere without the fancy amenities. We always do AirBnB/VRBO. Jamaica definitely didn't seem like a destination where many American tourists were traveling that way, and we managed to mostly stay away from any serious tourism traffic. We flew into Montego Bay and drove a couple hours over just east of Ocho Rios. They drive on the left side of the road, which was only my second time doing that as of then, after having done it in the UK. It really wasn't bad at all this time and I got pretty comfortable with it pretty quick.

The first day, we just got settled in and walked down to a small area where Rio Nuevo meets the ocean. It was pretty rocky so there wasn't much to do and it was getting toward evening anyway.

Our first full day, we drove back west to Falmouth and did a bamboo river cruise, which was quiet and awesome. I made sure we did this on a day that didn’t have a cruise ship in Falmouth.

1767341611625.png

1767341631098.png

1767341644494.png



That evening we went and did the bioluminescent bay, where your motion in the water causes it to glow. We'd wanted to do this at a couple places at different times but never got the chance, but it was fun and the kids loved it. The only downside for me was that the water was very shallow and you had to have your knees to your chest because touching the bottom would dig up mud and make the water / luminescence harder to see. It was very soft and muddy feeling rather than sand which I have a texture/dirtiness issue with, but overall it was fine. It was fun seeing the wake of the boat being all lit up.

1767341661100.png


1767341858280.png




The next day it rained quite a bit. We ended up driving up into the Blue Mountains on some crazy narrow roads in severe disrepair for a large amount of time until we got to a waterfall where we could swim. There was absolutely nobody there the entire time. It was raining pretty heavily.

1767341910038.png


1767341943472.png




One thing we typically try to do most anywhere we go is to try Indian food there. That night we went into Ocho Rios to an Indian restaurant. It was interesting because there was a part of town that was definitely lively and busy with locals but really limited to one street. Everything else was like a ghost town because cruise ships have gone and I don’t think anyone from resorts will go out. I think there was only one other group dining in the restaurant. It was funny because they were really surprised that we traveled there as a family and were very surprised that we rented a vehicle and were driving. They seemed to act like nobody did that. What was more surprising is that they said they felt the driving there was worse than India. I find that hard to believe, though, but I haven’t been to India. I’ve been to Cairo and heard that India is about on par with that and I would absolutely say driving in Jamaica is absolutely nothing like Cairo.

1767342066363.png


The day following that I don't recall doing much. This was possibly the day that the battery on our vehicle died and we had to have someone come out from Montego Bay to replace the entire battery. That evening we tried to find a beach, but all of these beaches that we heard were really good were closed (like permanently). It was pretty crazy that there aren't many public beaches, but tons of pristine coastline. We ended up at a hotel (a very bad one) that sold beach access. It was weird because you purchase a certain amount of credit that you can then redeem for food there, which we ended up getting some burgers and hotdogs for the kids before leaving. It was pretty laid back and we just collected things on the beach.

1767342108452.png



The next day we drove a couple hours east over to a beach called Frenchman's Cove. It's like a really small Maya Bay in Thailand. We spent the day there and the kids loved it. There's a clear river with cooler water that runs into the ocean. We ate jerk chicken there and nearly every day. We passed a place on the way there and back that is a cemetery. Instead of headstones, or next to headstones, they would have life-sized cutout pictures of the people, like movie-promo cardboard cutouts of people posing. I'd never seen that before.

This was where the river was meeting the bay. It had this natural whirlpool/lazy river where the kids would float down until they’d get sucked into the whirlpool (which was like 6’ deep).

1767342523523.png

1/x
 
2/3

The river is coming in from the left and the bay is opening up to the right. There were two swings that the kids liked playing on.

1767342947059.png

1767342972716.png

1767343003934.png

This is to the right of the swing. I wish there was a good enough picture to capture this.


1767343031510.png


Our (then) 14 year old spent his entire time catching fish. He actually got quite a few that he put in a bottle before releasing them later.

1767343073890.png


The next day we went a did The Blue Hole, which is a river that has multiple different tiers as you hike up where you can jump off into the water. Our kids loved that. There was one large one, which the pictures don't really show how high it is and make it look pretty small. My then-10-year-old asked me if he could do a flip off it. He's usually pretty quiet and timid and then I was surprised when he walked up to it and flipped. We had him do it again.

1767343095871.png

1767343120223.png

1767343134265.png

1767343146534.png


Our daughter got her hair braided while everyone else was doing the big jump.

1767343164005.png

2/3
 
3/3

The next day we had booked to go to a dolphin place in Ocho Rios. The kids got to swim with dolphins and they all seemed to like that. The dolphins would interact with them and would propel them through the water.

1767343254367.png

1767343274169.png

1767343290371.png


On our last day, we went and did Dunn’s River Falls, which is where the river drops down a large hill/cliff off of these massive rocks that you can hike. It was in the James Bond movie Dr. No. It actually stretches a fairly long ways and it’s pretty impressive.

1767343315917.png
1767343331351.png

Overall it was great. We got to do everything I'd hoped we'd be able to do with some small exceptions. Had considered maybe dropping into Kingston but didn't end up doing that. We were pretty busy. It would have been cool to go over to Negril and do the cliff jumping there. It would have been cool to go somewhere that had really clear water like Negril but it was probably 3.5 or so hours from where we were at. We ate a lot of jerk chicken. Kids got sick of it but my wife and I did not. My parents came with us. They're the ones pictured in the last photo at Dunn's River Falls. We got to fly over Cuba on the way back. Almost planned to go there this January but had to opt for simplicity with all the red tape of Cuba. Soon, though.
 
3/3

The next day we had booked to go to a dolphin place in Ocho Rios. The kids got to swim with dolphins and they all seemed to like that. The dolphins would interact with them and would propel them through the water.

View attachment 19871

View attachment 19872

View attachment 19873


On our last day, we went and did Dunn’s River Falls, which is where the river drops down a large hill/cliff off of these massive rocks that you can hike. It was in the James Bond movie Dr. No. It actually stretches a fairly long ways and it’s pretty impressive.

View attachment 19874
View attachment 19875

Overall it was great. We got to do everything I'd hoped we'd be able to do with some small exceptions. Had considered maybe dropping into Kingston but didn't end up doing that. We were pretty busy. It would have been cool to go over to Negril and do the cliff jumping there. It would have been cool to go somewhere that had really clear water like Negril but it was probably 3.5 or so hours from where we were at. We ate a lot of jerk chicken. Kids got sick of it but my wife and I did not. My parents came with us. They're the ones pictured in the last photo at Dunn's River Falls. We got to fly over Cuba on the way back. Almost planned to go there this January but had to opt for simplicity with all the red tape of Cuba. Soon, though.
I want to see your daughters hair after it was done being braided!

Sent from my OPD2203 using Tapatalk
 
Yeah we sort of did, my mum learnt Furlan off her grandmother and struggled a little bit with communicating when outside of Veneto. When I was young i was fairly fluent and I learnt by ear so I picked up all sorts of it, Furlan and common Italian. (I've forgotten most of it now, I can still understand a bit) Its pretty much just the venetian dialect, I used to work with a Sicilian guy and he may as well have been speaking Spanish.

The great majority of post war immigrants that came to Australia were Southern Italians, Calabrese and Sicilians, those regions probably account for 70 percent of Italian immigration to Australia. In my old job we'd deal with a lot of oldies with dementia, Sam my Sicilian colleague would understand and talk to the southerners but he couldn't understand venetians (they were generally the minority) and I would mostly understand and be able to communicate with Furlan's (of which there is a decent diaspora here, there are two large Furlan clubs in Melbourne) About 5 percent of Victorians have Italian heritage about 370,000 people.

My great grandfather came out here with my great uncle in the 1930s, Australia was at the time one of the richest countries in the world and had some of the highest wages on offer for Stockmen and Jackaroos. They came here to hire out as stockmen and earn greater wages they they could make at home working their own land. Anyway my great grandfather came back before the war but my Zio Joe stayed here (and i think for a short time was interned during the war, mum used to know all this ****) Anyway after the war my grandfather had a job working on the railroads and was involved with the local unions and socialist party, he'd married my grandma and they'd had my aunt. My grandma's younger brother Jack had left pretty much as soon as the war was over and joined Joe out here in Australia, they were both writing home saying how much better life was and they should join them too. At the time Canada and Australia were offering assisted migration my grandparents put in for both, they got a positive reply from Australia first. My grandfather came out in 54? and my pregnant grandmother 3 months later. Between Nonno, Joe and Jack they had enough money working at the tannery for a deposit on the house in Footscray before Nonna got here, they moved into the house on Pilgrim St (I found the original title and bill of sale in my parents papers while looking for their will) and my mum was born shortly after.

I think my great grandmother came out shortly after, her husband had died (I dunno when) so she came out and lived with my Grandparents. She was absolutely furious when she got here and saw how we lived, "My ****ing husband came here saw what indoor plumbing looked like and yet when he came home I was still ******** in an outhouse until he died, that bastard." so on and so forth. When she got to 80 she decided she was going to die and insisted on moving back home to Italy to be buried with her husband. Why you might ask? Anyway the old bat lived another 18 years and missed out on all of her grandkids. (My cousin Claire may have been born, she'd inspire most people to leave the country, well men anyway.)

So that's what I know, I'm sure bits are wrong but mum kept the family lore and she's not around to ask.

Haha, great grandma salty like salami.
 
Back
Top