Up close and personal

We're now back in Sydney after a very relaxing few days at Batemans Bay and more recently Kiama. For our avid fans who remember the nightmare day we had when we arrived in Oz, well you would be impressed if you had seen us get to Sydney today. We drove straight to the camp site, we never even broke a sweat.

We stayed 4 nights in Batemans, we had a really nice spot by the beach and the weather picked up too, we got chatting to an Ozzie (Bill) who insisted on showing us the interior of his newly acquired caravan. We oooohd and aaaahd a bit before getting back to our van. He was a nice old bloke, just a bit lonely, so much so that he asked us to go to Surfers Beach with him, hmmm. Matt made some excuse though and we managed to let him down lightly.

KIama is a great little sea side place too where we spent three nights. We popped into the local while we were having a wander round the town, to receive the welcome news that it was Happy Hour!! So we indulged in 6 pints of Tooheys (not each) and left an hour later with a slight swagger. She knew we were hard core Brits when we ordered proper "pints" instead of the poncey schooners that the Ozzies drink ;o)

We went back to the pub on Friday night as there was a live band playing, we made enquiries at the bar about them and were told that not a lot was known about them as they hadn't played there before. Anyway we went down there Friday night and got among the locals, it was a typical working class pub, loads of big hairy fellas in the work gear spending all the house keeping money on ale. There were also a few groupies gathering around the front, bleached blonde permed hair, skin tight black leggings and cerise pink stilettos (that was just the fellas). Their trotters left a lot to be desired. So as you can imagine we blended in quite nicely ;o)

It turned out to be a good night, the band were really good although they played a lot of Ozzie stuff that we're not too familiar with, they also did some Police, Snow Patrol etc. I could tell Matt was chomping at the bit to get up and have a go on the guy's Les Paul. We were a bit worse for wear when we left there and had a bit of a hike back to the camp site. I don't know how we started but we were throwing our flip flops down the street and brawling like a couple of yobs. It was an expensive brawl though because Matt's flip flops snapped!! He has now started wearing a pair of mine, and has taken on a feminine air all of a sudden ;o)

Last night we were having a BBQ for tea, so we got all the stuff prepared and went across to the communal area. As I mentioned previously we don't make much eye contact with people now for fear of a full on Ozzie lecture, so we probably look quite sheepish. Anyway we got some fodder on the hot plate and we heard "you wont cook them on there" (No it wasn't Matt's old flip flops we were cooking) we turned round and it was a big Cockney/Ozzie (Cozzie??) our worst nightmare. We gave a pleasant little snort as we usually do and carried on. He then said "go and use the other BBQ in the kitchen" we insisted that we were fine with the one we were using, to which he just grunted (how could we have minds of our own!) He then started asking where we were from, we went through the rigmarole of Worcester/Yorkshire. He told us he's from England "Oh yeah, what part?" Wait for it.... Essex! surprise surprise. Anyway I can't be bothered to bore you with the details but he did say "what would anybody want to live there for" (England) He is one of the patriotic Ozzie wannabe's that we just don't like. Once our food was cooked he asked us to join him and his wife at the dining table, I told him I'd left a pan on and we made a hasty exit back to the van and slagged him off.

Only 5 more days now before Singapore, our RTW tickets are nearly finished :-(