Well, wild scary animals, at any rate.
Would you believe that in my 6 months of blog entries, this is the first one that I have made in a semi drunken state? Looking at some of the spelling efforts in some of the previous installments, this fact is more than a little bit demoralising.
So, the jungle and that. It was nice. Lots of green, lot of animals that I have never seen before and ahh, lots of water. But I must say that I have never been bitten, scratched or generally molested by such a large number of anthropods in such a limited amount of time at any other point before in my life. I would gladly take the tender stylings of a Sydney cockroach infestation over this myriad of blighters, anyday of the week.
The highlight was of course being stung by a scorpian. Dear God, ow, hurties, much pain and all that. The little bugger- who is of course now dead, due to my somewhat juvenile reprisal attack (involving a pair of tweezers, a gumboot and an excessive amount of force) - was only about 2 centimetres from head to tail, but fuah! - it hurt... alot! Now, some of you are going to suggest that I am a whuz... and you would be right- but I challenge you to place some hot coals in your underpants and see how you feel.
My guide, Wilson, was a lovely man, who showed my the finer points of piranha fishing and invited me to try any number of small wriggly insects. Point of advice- insects are almost always tastier cooked than when raw.
But then I am sure that you knew that.
Rock and Roll
Paddy.
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4 comments:
NO NO! You don't mean that!
The cockroaches in Sydney are not something to be nostalgic over, they are DIABOLICALLY EVIL.
They've practically turned the ktichen floor black, it smells like something's died in our microwave (and after the last one literally exploded due to roach infestation I'm assuming something has). I was an hour earlier for a lecture than I needed to be because a cockroach was lying inside my clock radio, changing it from "8" to "9" in the morning.
EVIL!
evil.
Tull, I know this is a little left-field, but can I suggest you try doing some cleaning? Or you could just cover the kitchen floor in contact. That's what I'd do...
Paddy, I don't know if you'll remember the significance, but I was very tickled to see, when passing a shop selling small marquees, the slogan, "Up in 30 Seconds". Thought you'd like to know.
Of course I remember the significance of such grand frase. I still have the wonderous poem enshrined in my adress book.
You are an artist man!
Awww...
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