Sunday
Oct302005
It's In the Details
Sunday, October 30, 2005 at 11:10AM
Wednesday, October 26
I took another fantastic picture of a kangaroo (not) the other day - twice. Driving out of Ngili Cave a huge one was about 50 metres down on the right side of the road - he hopped across the road, disappeared into the bushes and 10 seconds later, changed his mind and hopped out and across the road again.
Breathtaking.
A half hour later, I almost ran over a two foot long lizard as he made his way across the road.
Now, I think I should have gone back - I'll bet I could have gotten a picture of HIM.
Today I drove by that same piece of road and I swear it was the exact same lizard in the exact same spot -- except he was about a foot shorter because he had no tail. Maybe someone got'im.
I also passed one on my road (Geographe Bay) and so finally, a picture of a lizard, crossing the road.
Also on my road, these two fellas.. who let me up really close before starting to look alarmed...
It took me awhile to figure out where the grocery store was - it's called 'Coles' - which in Canada is a chain of bookstores.
I've finally stopped getting out extra money at the tills. You see, here, all the tax is included in the price. They were utterly aghast when I said where I live 24 beer is $30ish dollars PLUS bottle deposit PLUS 14.5% tax. Seriously, I don't think I'll ever be okay with it again. Even though, yanno, it's still there.
They don't have pennies here. Well, maybe they do but they don't use them - saaaaaay, if I bought gas today (which was $1.32 a litre) and I missed (like I always do) the $30 mark and went to $30.02 well, it's still only $30. They round it up or down, depending.
I am now an expert driver. Except the one time I tried to hang my arm out the window without thinking - the left one.
What else do I love about Australia? hmmmm... AH! NO SHOES. I can go shopping in KMart in bare feet!
My calloused and sand toughened (but still quite lovely) bare feet!
Driving out to the south, you pass along the road entrances to summer camps for various groups and churches. Side by each in quick succession I passed the ones belonging to the Scouts, the Baptists, the Uniting Church, the Protestants and a couple others I can't remember now.
I wonder if they fight, being in such close proximity - each believing the others to be heathens.
An expression here only slightly different from Canada's "forest for the trees" is "wood for the trees" and I imagine that must be because there's really just not that much forest. Or, what I would consider forest, spoiled as I am by the island. Whatever, I could just be talking out my butt, it sounded good in my head though.
I opened my door last night to a patient visitor, Nicco, who proceeded to amble in and take over my extra blanket for half the night.
It is still rainy weather here and today I took the opportunity of a little break in the clouds to lay on the beach for an hour, spent a couple hours in the hammock, an hour on the internet, an hour in town shopping. Not a wasted day - just a quiet one.
I can tell you though, that I do not like mussels marinated in lemon. Ick. So, it was oranges and caesar salad for dinner.
The radio played Jamie Walters 'How Do You Talk to an Angel' from 90210 yesterday. HA! Does anyone remember that? I do, but only cause I bought his cd. I know, I know, for shame!
Also heard on the radio - "a South African youth who attacked his college roomate in the middle of the night with a baseball bat said he was suprised to learn that it was illegal in New Zealand."
*snort*
Tomorrow, the cheese factory, the olive farm, maybe a winery and hopefully one of the rock formations.
Friday I'm determined to don Yeti's wetsuit and wade out into the ocean for some snorkelling.
I took another fantastic picture of a kangaroo (not) the other day - twice. Driving out of Ngili Cave a huge one was about 50 metres down on the right side of the road - he hopped across the road, disappeared into the bushes and 10 seconds later, changed his mind and hopped out and across the road again.
Breathtaking.
A half hour later, I almost ran over a two foot long lizard as he made his way across the road.
Now, I think I should have gone back - I'll bet I could have gotten a picture of HIM.
Today I drove by that same piece of road and I swear it was the exact same lizard in the exact same spot -- except he was about a foot shorter because he had no tail. Maybe someone got'im.
I also passed one on my road (Geographe Bay) and so finally, a picture of a lizard, crossing the road.
Also on my road, these two fellas.. who let me up really close before starting to look alarmed...
It took me awhile to figure out where the grocery store was - it's called 'Coles' - which in Canada is a chain of bookstores.
I've finally stopped getting out extra money at the tills. You see, here, all the tax is included in the price. They were utterly aghast when I said where I live 24 beer is $30ish dollars PLUS bottle deposit PLUS 14.5% tax. Seriously, I don't think I'll ever be okay with it again. Even though, yanno, it's still there.
They don't have pennies here. Well, maybe they do but they don't use them - saaaaaay, if I bought gas today (which was $1.32 a litre) and I missed (like I always do) the $30 mark and went to $30.02 well, it's still only $30. They round it up or down, depending.
I am now an expert driver. Except the one time I tried to hang my arm out the window without thinking - the left one.
What else do I love about Australia? hmmmm... AH! NO SHOES. I can go shopping in KMart in bare feet!
My calloused and sand toughened (but still quite lovely) bare feet!
Driving out to the south, you pass along the road entrances to summer camps for various groups and churches. Side by each in quick succession I passed the ones belonging to the Scouts, the Baptists, the Uniting Church, the Protestants and a couple others I can't remember now.
I wonder if they fight, being in such close proximity - each believing the others to be heathens.
An expression here only slightly different from Canada's "forest for the trees" is "wood for the trees" and I imagine that must be because there's really just not that much forest. Or, what I would consider forest, spoiled as I am by the island. Whatever, I could just be talking out my butt, it sounded good in my head though.
I opened my door last night to a patient visitor, Nicco, who proceeded to amble in and take over my extra blanket for half the night.
It is still rainy weather here and today I took the opportunity of a little break in the clouds to lay on the beach for an hour, spent a couple hours in the hammock, an hour on the internet, an hour in town shopping. Not a wasted day - just a quiet one.
I can tell you though, that I do not like mussels marinated in lemon. Ick. So, it was oranges and caesar salad for dinner.
The radio played Jamie Walters 'How Do You Talk to an Angel' from 90210 yesterday. HA! Does anyone remember that? I do, but only cause I bought his cd. I know, I know, for shame!
Also heard on the radio - "a South African youth who attacked his college roomate in the middle of the night with a baseball bat said he was suprised to learn that it was illegal in New Zealand."
*snort*
Tomorrow, the cheese factory, the olive farm, maybe a winery and hopefully one of the rock formations.
Friday I'm determined to don Yeti's wetsuit and wade out into the ocean for some snorkelling.
