True Blue

G’day Mates, How-are-ya? Ima have a go with my True Blue strine

Didya-ava-good-weekend? Ai! I’m right! Fair Dinkum. Crystal Waters was bonza.

The tucker was Bobby Dazzler, every meal. Brekkie consisted of toast, granola, homemade yogurt, cantaloupe and whole bananas.Vegetables aren’t my thing but eating meat only for dinner wasn’t that bad. I was never hungry so She’ll be right. Every day, in between sessions, we had smokos. The cuppa and tea breaks with tim tams were perk ups and time for casual conversation with Max, who was funny but never understood my jokes with him.

One arvo, We did some hard yakka at Max’s house. Each of us had a different job, yakking in the garden, picking beans or weeds. I, a digger, yakka’d in the Chook cope. As Max said, with responsibility, comes authority. So one I had yakka’d, I caught a chook!!! After that Stena, Emily, and I had a go at the Billabong (which is the damned water reservoir used for drinking water and swimming on occasion). After a coaxing from Stena, We wadded through the lillypads. Like a goanna down a downpipe, I was quick to adventure, even if there were water snakes, eels, and potential a crocodile present. I didn’t have a cozzie, but I ended up right in stubbies.

The composting loos were a fabulous addition. We even got to see how our shit (or ‘poop’ as Max was found it silly galah to call it since shit isn’t a bad word here) was recycled by worms into compost. The other Dunnies were always interesting, either a frog in the bowl, spider on the seat or wall or Jimmy’s favorite, the python in the rafters.

Being apart of a uni coarse that visited Australia to learn more about healthier lining and business practices has been Bobby Dazzler, its better than a lolly or a pack of tiny to say the least. On the last day, we all needed our jumpers because it was so rainy. I was soaked just waslkign back from brekkie. Besides that, Fair Dinkum, the weather was bonza. Zylenne come unstruck while we we’re down by the river looking for a platypus. She’ll be right though, 9 stitches in her knee.

Even though some try to come the raw prawn with each other now and then, We haven’t become Blue or spit the dinny. Some time we do yer nana when people would pull your finger but that was a silly galah time to spit the dunny.

Aw Streuth, it was Bonza, fair dinkum, but flat like a lizard drinking.

Well Ta, Catchya, Seeya. Hooroo!