Happy Australia Day to you!

In like 1700 and something loads of convicts arrived in Australia and this day is still celebrated every 26th of January… yay!!!!

So our campsite is in a National Park and we were let know that there would be a free BBQ going on down at the river…. Knowing that BBQs always have beer, I’m like : “Free you say eh? I’m there dude…. by the way has anyone handed in a white towel, i lost mine yesterday….”

So we go down there and there’s this guy, Les, the blue eyed abouriginal guy telling us about how to throw spears and make boomerangs and stuff…. Sweet…

So I say’s, “Hey Les, got any beer?”. He says, no mate don’t drink and looks at me like I’ve offended him or something…

He did however be barbequing kangaroo, like, what you find on Kangol hats, and a suspirciously named fish called LeatherJacket. I didn’t know that having a bbq would be such a fasion parade…

Kangaroo is delicious, a little like beef, but definitely richer…. I was wondering why people don’t just each kangaroos, instead of trying to grow grass in this god-forsaken heat to feed cows? There are after all millions of the bouncing bastards round the place….

The answer to this question is that you’re not allowed to just walk around killing kangaroos and eating them, as they are a protected species and somewhat of a national icon.

What about the Wallaby’s, who’re they then? Is it only rugby that the animal is a Wallaby or what’s the story there? How many bloody animals do you need?

Sounds like vested interests to me though. They should make the Kookaburra, the national icon for all sports and events and start chowing down.

I’m sitting there chewing on a piece of roo and find i have to spit it out cause I got a fatty bit…. Next thing you know a duck comes past and eats the kangaroo, I just spat out. It’s at that moment I realise just how complex the food chain can be.

At this point, I’m trying to make the connection between an aboriginal cooking a national icon and a boat full of convicts arriving to decimate the aboriginal population.

So I mention this to a white Park Ranger, who happens to be next to me and she assures me that the aboriginal people see today as a day of reconcilliation. I push her on the vested interest, kangaroo connection, but she seems uninterested and starts telling me about the million camels that are running around wild in the outback.

Apparently 100s of years ago someone brought them here and forgot about them and they’ve been doing the bunny rabbit thing, without any natural preditors for quite some time…

I ask is there any legislation controlling them and their population and am assured the negatory…

Hmmmm.

If Bart had an elephant, why can’t I have a camel eh?

I mean they have hooves and are better equipped for this heat… She double takes my face and swiftly brings the conversation to a close…

Will defo be looking into the camel thing though… image how cool it’d be walking through town and trying a camel up outside the saloon?

So after a few indiginous animals, no beer and scaring as many Australian as possible, we headed in Sydney city for a day of free concerts around the city.

As we did so, you’ll be happy the hear It was the shittest day’s weather we’ve had since we arrived. It rained non-stop for the rest of the day, but we tried to make the best of it.

The grand finale was a fireworks show and tall ship race in Darling harbour. I couldn’t really see the fireworks though cause I had just paid 7.50 for a pint of Heinekin and as a result refused to leave the pub.

Anyway, been talking long enough for now…

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J