Leaving Feralsville

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Monday, November 26, 2007

Unless you've experienced the flies in this corner of the world you won't know what I'm referring to. They may look like your typical garden variety, but their nasty vile behaviour is far from what you'd expect from such an insignificant and harmless looking creature. Like many of the other creatures in Australia they seem to have evolved way beyond their original design and purpose, into - in this case - very durable incessant little bastards, capable of driving even the most placid of us into a vicious frenzy. Try it for a minute. All you have to do is step outside. I promise you, however much you think it wouldn't bother you they'll have you enraged in seconds. Which is why when you first arrive in Kal you think you're being waved at by anyone and everyone. You're not. You're watching someone getting riled by the flies and their tenacious hell bent will to zip up the nearest facial orifice, as if their life depended on it. They actually call it 'The Kalgoorlie Wave'. I kid you not. It's a world of torment and I'll be glad to see the back of it.

Anyway..

Linda's impending departure prompted some keen last-minute sightseeing action, the sort of stuff you'd go and see if you were in Kal on a time limit, the sort you wouldn't necessarily go and see if you lived and worked here. Stuff like the 'Superpit Tour' and the 'working' 'Brothel Tour' - both interesting enough, at least to keep us entertained for a couple of days and feel like tourists again. The brothel was choice, with loads of gimmicky 'themed' rooms like the Egyptian Spa, the Bush Tent, the Mine Shaft, the Roman Orgy (two beds for 'high five' loving) and the Boxing Ring (one 'roped' bed for tough loving). Considering the tackiness it wasn't a bad tour at all, and the highlight for sure would have to be looking up and admiring the signed picture of Tony Blair on display in the foyer.



Yesterday saw a bit of an outing with the boys over at the Federal Hotel on Hannan Street. Jelly Wrestling was the order of the day and two of Kal's finest skimpies were stripped down to the bare essentials for a roll and a wriggle in the sticky stuff. Highly satisfying to watch of course.

Oh and I finally got the bike back. The repairs were spot on and she actually looks better now than she did when I first laid eyes on her. She's mint, and as she's back to gleaming and purring in all the right places there's nothing much to sort out other than silly incidentals. A few more days and I'll be out of here. The timing's perfect, I couldn't be more ready to hit the road again. And I won't be missing the flies or ferals..
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nozzy
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Oh the Fly's!!!
Jupe, Don't they just drive you nuts. Back in Sydney now and I've adopted the 'pommie wave'. They don't stop, they're crrrraaaaazzzzzzyyyyyyyyyyyyy mo fo's.

Good news on the bike bro.

Make tracks.

Ta-da Barry Sheen.

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