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No mate, we're not all crocs an' snakes an' deadly spiders.
So what are we?
And why this post?
Last one first. In private mail to a very dear mate from FB, I reckoned that , despite the carnage that currently ravages our country, we're just such lucky buggers, dead set. War has barely touched our shores (my regards to the survivors of the bombings from WW2), and our health system hasn't totally imploded - yet. And most of us do it pretty soft.
Next. Australia isn't all that big. Neither is our population.
Ever asked yourself why?
Think about it.
Most of Australia's land mass is rs. (sorry, that stands for ratshit. My bad.)
It's harsh and unforgiving, all bound up in a (strewth, I hate this. What's the word for enchanting, enthralling, captivating?) giant package, loosely tied.
Sure, My Lady and I travel remote areas alone, but we have three (or more) factors to support us, namely a familiarity with the environment, a satellite phone, and a resignation that our vehicle may be forfeit. Visitors to Oz must, Must be aware that distances are huge, support is non-existant, and you'd be bloody lucky to see another vehicle in the short term
Which brings us to the first point - "Hostile Beasties".
Sure, our land abounds in the buggers.But I think it's called 'Natural Selection".
Fellers, don't worry about it. If you are very, very academic, then you will hide in your Origami castle.
On the other hand dumb schmucks like us seem to survive, eh.
To those of you who drive on ice roads............my admiration. Sand and mud I can sort.
Ice? no mate, not for this little black duck.
To each their own, and ain't that a fact.
Luddite jeff.
So what are we?
And why this post?
Last one first. In private mail to a very dear mate from FB, I reckoned that , despite the carnage that currently ravages our country, we're just such lucky buggers, dead set. War has barely touched our shores (my regards to the survivors of the bombings from WW2), and our health system hasn't totally imploded - yet. And most of us do it pretty soft.
Next. Australia isn't all that big. Neither is our population.
Ever asked yourself why?
Think about it.
Most of Australia's land mass is rs. (sorry, that stands for ratshit. My bad.)
It's harsh and unforgiving, all bound up in a (strewth, I hate this. What's the word for enchanting, enthralling, captivating?) giant package, loosely tied.
Sure, My Lady and I travel remote areas alone, but we have three (or more) factors to support us, namely a familiarity with the environment, a satellite phone, and a resignation that our vehicle may be forfeit. Visitors to Oz must, Must be aware that distances are huge, support is non-existant, and you'd be bloody lucky to see another vehicle in the short term
Which brings us to the first point - "Hostile Beasties".
Sure, our land abounds in the buggers.But I think it's called 'Natural Selection".
Fellers, don't worry about it. If you are very, very academic, then you will hide in your Origami castle.
On the other hand dumb schmucks like us seem to survive, eh.
To those of you who drive on ice roads............my admiration. Sand and mud I can sort.
Ice? no mate, not for this little black duck.
To each their own, and ain't that a fact.
Luddite jeff.
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