I'm reading Bill Bryson's Under a Sunburned Country and he repeatedly writes about how Australians are truly at the mercy of the climate. The last five days were an almost comical example of that. It hasn't rained at all since I've been here (nor had it in months), and then it came. Starting Thursday, the Great Flood part deux arrived. It rained. At some points, we though our apartment would collapse. It was raining from the floor.
The Aussies love to complain about the weather should it hit anywhere below 75 degrees or if there are more than two clouds in the sky. I think they like to complain just for the sake of complaining, because as they're bitching about the weather, they embrace it. No matter what the weather, there are always people drinking their long blacks and eating their chocolate cake outside (and blowing smoke in our face). It's pretty great.
It's beautiful here. Unbelievably, unconditionally beautiful. The weather, the flowers, the trees (little known fact: the trees here were imported from Jurassic Park), the birds, the shop(pes).
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What is that a picture of? Some kind of toad-owl?
It's a sleepy stone toad owl. Look it up on Wikipedia- the entry is fascinating. I pet it.
That's actually an extreme close up of a dirty cue tip I used. Gross.
I guessed right, and I was joking! That might be the best, most obvious animal name ever.
...and that's why you're amazing at Trivial Pursuit.
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