wandering

First, a few lessons in Australian slang:

swimsuit= "swimmers"
sunglasses=

"sunnies"

McDonalds= "Mackies:

"yeah"= "yer"

you're welcome= "no worries"

(and I would have to say, this is hands down, the most commonly heard phrase... i like that)
something tastes good= "mm that's so yum" or "that tastes yum"

Also, everyone loves short shorts. The shorter the better.

Young guys love to wear cut-off

shorts that are cuffed at a little below mid-thigh, and their decently tight as well. Same goes with their swimmers, minus the cuff. Oh, and they wear lots of tank tops. Not spagetti-straps, but pretty close. I don't think I like it. Their all too pretty.

Young girls, similar to the states, love to show as much skin as usual. Their shorts are giving them wedgies. And their shirts are falling off of their bodi

es. If they were naked it'd

be a lot less hassle with the we

dgie-picking and the shirt-adjusting.

Even the old men like things short.... as in speedos. So many speedos. Ewwwww...

So that's that for the lesson.

In other news, today was truly fantastic

al.

Woke up, got my hair cut (it's pretty short again hehe... it's just so freakin hot here I can't stand it to be any longer than it must be!), then I went and bought a new swimmer (it's got a map of the Pacific Islands on it, shwe

eeet. and it was cheap), and then I bolted out on my bike some more. Gosh I love her.

Speaking of my bike... she has a name now. It just suddenly

popped into my head this afternoon, as if she finally told m

e herself (haha I'm so lame, I know). But regardless, her name is Betsy. And she's one of my best friends. Maybe she finally told me because I let her come with me to Australia. I guess that's true friendship. Sorry Nesters... haha ;)

Anyways, so Betsy and I wandered up and down the coast, and I finally whipped out my camera.

Descriptions of the photos perhaps?

Well, the random man's name is Eril (weird name), and I asked him to take a picture of me by the water, like the most seasoned of tourists ought to do. He happened to be American, and he also happened to be a Rockstar rep... so I vowed to never drink Red Bull again. It wasn't a difficult promise to keep.

Then, there's my first viewing of the lovely game of Cricket, played here by a group of pre-pubescent boys. It doesn't look all that exciting... kind of a spin off of baseball, and I'm not really that big a fan of baseball. So there's goes that. I probably won't ever play the game. Just sayin.

Mmm and after a long, hot day of riding around town, all I wanted was something cold. And lo' and behold! An ice cream truck... bright pink... sitting in the parking lot at the beach. So I got me a delicious choco-dipped hazlenut gelato cone, and ate it at this neat little natural tide pool by the ocean. Until my serene moment was interrupted by an Asian mother and daughter, screaming at each other, in words that I'm rather glad I didn't understand. I moved to sit in the sand instead after that.

Oh and one of those pictures has a crab hidden in it! Do you see?! Eek!

Once at the sand, I sprinted up and down the water's edge a bit and now my calves feel like they're about to be stretched off of my body. Yay! Great feeling!

Twas a good, good day :)