Australia is far. Continue reading
I love living in Australia. It’s a laid back lifestyle, four weeks of vacation on top of public holidays is standard… the people are cool for the most part (let’s face it there are going be a few scaries anywhere you go)… and if you can afford to live on the coast (which naturally I can’t), I don’t see why you’d ever leave your neighborhood – except to go to New York City, of course. Continue reading
I read an unfortunate article yesterday where another celebrity (Kristen Bell) visited Australia and said something like ‘Sydney airport was disappointing, I thought there would be kangaroos.’
The first kangaroo I saw when I moved to Australia in 2002 was roadkill we drove past on they way to Lyndhurst.
So my point is Yankee people, if you happen to cross an Aussie (which are few and are between considering there are only about 22 million of them on the planet), please don’t make a silly comment about 1. Kangaroos or 2. Steve Irwin… or Fosters. Fosters is the crappest beer there is down under.
For my Aussie mates that I know peep the blog (shout out to Karina, Botchy, Freya, Kerry, Graham, etc!!) … check out the deer eating my Mom’s garden.
None of my Australian people would expect to see a deer at JFK airport, I don’t understand why ‘famous’ Yanks continuously defame our nation by traveling down under and saying stupid shit about kangaroos.
The paddymelons in the photo above are hopping around Daydream Island, part of the Whitsunday islands in north Queensland. The most exciting place I’ve seen kangaroos in Australia is lounging on the golf course about 10 k’s out of Brisbane.
So if you travel to Australia, do yourself a favor and do NOT make a stupid kangaroo or Crocodile Hunter comment (ps. Bindi Irwin is a mess). I suggest asking for a VB and to be pointed in a coastal direction…
I’m not a huge Pink fan, not since one of my best mates Tony and I used to drive around back in ’99 listening to a There You Go cassette-single in my ’87 Volkswagon Rabbit drop top over and over singing as loud as our lungs would let us after a few Garcia Vegas. Continue reading
Since I’m leaving so soon, I’ve been catching up with friends over the past few days. My catch up yesterday involved vodka, guava, and guaranas ; a fully clothed river dip; and the reassurance that only your mates can offer. Continue reading