Arrival in the Land of Oz
So we find ourselves in the awkward position of being grateful for our accommodations, while also wishing they were a little shittier. I know, woe is me.
Australian trees are better than American trees. Not only are they home to fruit bats and cockatoos and other things that I don't know the names of, but which also provide a nice change from Boise's ever-increasing horde of squirrels, but just look...
Americans are trashy in more ways than one. I've long suspected that Americans produce far more waste (I didn't say bodily, get your head out of the toilet) than residents of other countries. This has been confirmed by the presence of teeny tiny
trash cans bins. It's sad that my family fills this amount of space with waste multiple times in any given day. We need to work on that.
Nougat! Am I the only one with an aversion to nougat? Who developed the word nougat? Do they think that sounds appetizing? We don't yet know if we'll have time to take the nougat tour, but if we do, we could actually see nougat being hand-made!
I'd make a shitty spy. For years, I wanted to be a spy. Don't laugh, I'm serious. But I can't even unknowingly smuggle an apple. At some point I'll be ready to tell the full story, but at present I'm still too traumatized. For now, let's just say I'm on the watch list...
I'll leave you with a short (one and a half-minute) video.
More on Australia later. For now, I wish you a g'day.