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...both times in "our" autumn and "their" spring, I offer the observation that the completely-backwards weather is NOTHING compared to:
- Getting used to riding on the "wrong" side of the car, while driving down the "wrong" side of the street/highway (personal note: I considered it a HUGE accomplishment that I was able to back a right-hand-drive Toyota out of a tight parking space without plowing down anything behind me).
- Australian toilets. Did you ever see "Demolition Man," where 20th-century Sly Stallone can't make head nor tails of toilets of the future? Australian toilets are only slightly less mystifying to North Americans.
- Which way the water drains. Flush your toilet, or put the taps on full-force, and watch the way the water drains. It really IS the other way south of the equator!
- "Aluminium." It's not uh-LOO-min-UM -- it's AL-loo-MIN-yum. And it's spelled "aluminium," too.
- Eight-digit local phone numbers.
- Wandering out into the deepest backwoods ("bush," mate!), and not running into anything bigger than you that can kill you. Meaning: Yanks have bear, mountain cats, and the occasional pissed-off elk. Canucks have all of the above, plus big, scary moose. In Australia, the biggest thing they've got is kangaroo -- and the wildest ones hop away like mad at the first sight of humans. (On the other hand, Oz has more potentially-fatal SMALL things, and, all told, more things total that can kill you than any other continent on the planet. Mind you, a "small" huntsman spider has a legspan of at least 8cm.) Sole exceptions: 1) Extreme-north freshwater rivers, where saltwater crocodiles up to 15 feet long (or more) travel upriver to dine on nice, juicy, unsuspecting wilderness campers. You and I don't have crocs; all we have are wimpy, skinny little 'gators in Florida; 2) sharks galore, surrounding the entire island (which is why I think they still call it The Fatal Shore).
- Roadkill. Us: Deer, raccoon, possum, and the occasional cow. Them: 'Roo, wallaby, koala, and (mostly) wombat.
I could go on like this all night, but I'll stop. I am, thanks to a kind benefactor, going to experience Christmas in Australia for the first time this year... where a "traditional Aussie Christmas dinner" means grilling something on the barbie whilst stripped down to a tank top and shorts, due to the 30+- C. heat.
Remind me to give you a report. :)
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