Rose and Sam's Excellent Adventure

As they say in Broome ” ‘ELLO DARLING!! ”

First off, check this out. I fucking loled.
On those subjects (loling and checking this out), a fella asked me “Where in ‘nam are you planning to teach English?” and I answered with “Hanoi”.
Obviously the wrong answer. The fella had a bit of a gimpy leg, 1000 yard stare and was about 60 yrs old. Do the math. He simply said “aaah… The North” and after reciting what he knew of Vietnamese, roughly translating to “Australian, Military Police Seargent” and “Let’s go FAST” he walked off, mumbling to himself. Next time, I’ll say “Sir, Saigon, Sir!” then maybe follow it up with an “I like Ike” salute. Might be cross war referencing here, but it’s not stopped me before.

I wouldn’t last long if I lost my voice and had to use one of those voice boxes that you type into. I’d be the laughing stock of the army. My typos are atrocious. I’d be screaming “SIR, YEW SIT!” or I’d be in teh shit with the grunts with Charlie meters away and I’d accidentally leave my caps lock on and scream “FLANK LEFT” and get us all whacked. Maybe I could fit a safety for my caps lock or a on-the-fly typo fixer otherwise I’d be reaching for my comma-16 screaming M-three-dic! when I got shot. But I digress… Jesus… That was a little off left field. Even for ,e.

Rose and I signed up for the Broome library. Which is funny, cos there actually isn’t one. Had you totally fucking fooled! It’s the Notre God-Dame University library which carries a $40 yearly membership for non students. But I get all the books I want and all the internets I can be handlinged.

Had a record day at the bike hire trailer yesterday. Hired out 15 bikes and made a smidge under $800. Pretty juicy. But it’s a little humiliating setting up shop in the morning with a single adult bike and a single kids 12” push-a-long bike, the illustrious Malvern Star Blaster.

I’ll explain the “Ello Darling!” tidbit at the top as it’s a juicy story.
I was cycling home from Smockbuster Vidao and reached this choke-point (as they say) in the road where the footpath crosses a tidal levy. There were 3-4 aboriginal women (aboriginal women get more and more funny in groups I find) and they were looking a little deadpan at me as they stopped at the start of the bridge to let me cycle across, which is the thing to do.

I got level with these shielas and I said “evenin!” to them and one turned like lightning, with glee in her eyes and yelled, in this high pitched addanoid voice that only a full blood can produce “ELLO DARLINGGG!” into my ear. I fucking lost it laughing and waved bye-bye to em and was snickering all the way home, quietly repeating this “ello Darling!” to myself so I would never forget it.

That’s about all I got this time around. Gunna get my grammar study on.

Ooh, I almost forgot. The only reason you people read this blog is for Keely updates.
He’s in Geraldton with a foot that feels like a bag of bees, about to start work pickin up rocks clearing fields for harvesters so he’ll be doin’ the rad country work for a while earning muy bobby deniro before he presses upwards, and onwards.

Now I have a reliable internet connection (well, reliable as in a 30 minute cycle away) I’ll post some decent photos for ya’ll and some video’s which I’ve had a too shitty an connection to upload so far. They’re juicy baby. Mighty Juicy.

As they say in the Broome Advertiser “Small, Petit 23 y/o. New to Town”.. No wait. Wrong Quote.
As they say in Oh Brother Where Art Thou, “I’m gunna R.U.N.N.O.F.T”.

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