Have you ever wondered why Canadians don’t come to Australia? I’ve asked a few, and the answer is always the same – “snakes”. Ok, so about half also mention spiders, and some talk about sharks, but without fail – it’s snakes.
I heard today that there is a rare type of fly that lays its eggs on the surface of Crater Lake. The eggs sink all the way to the bottom of the lake where they hatch….Do the fly larvae ever think “hey, it’s pretty cool down here at eighteen hundred feet, why bother going any higher?”
One of my readers cruelly suggested that my last story may not have been 100% truthful. I’m aghast! Ok, so a couple of details could have been slightly stretched
It doesn’t take long for Canada to feel just like home, especially after you get used to driving on the wrong side of the road, and of course that funny feeling in the back of your mind that you’re walking upside down on the bottom of the world.
For those of you who asked me to blog this trip – you only have yourselves to blame!
Like all good sequels, this story picks up just before the point where my last story finished.
If you google “things to do in Brisbane on a rainy day” you don’t get many results.
They say that behind every successful man there stands a woman. She’s usually giving him instructions. He’s usually only half listening.
Sometimes you just have to experience something for yourself to believe it. We’re constantly updated with information but, if you can’t touch and feel it yourself, it isn’t really real. (The exception of course is Facebook. If it’s on Facebook, it must be true).
I saw a bald eagle yesterday. What a shock! Not because it was quietly gliding through the air without the piercing shriek I have always heard in the wildlife films. Not even because I was standing in an urban car park rather than some rugged mountaintop covered with snow. What really surprised me was that the big guy was in Canada!
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