We tend to listen to the radio when we’re driving, ‘though I do find the morning ‘Shock Jocks’ who try to incite fear into their listeners a tad tiresome. The ABC is always a welcome source of knowledge and “Macca on a Sunday” must be the patron saint of Grey Nomads. Sometimes we fluke a local station as pass by and get a feel for life in that area. Recently we were driving through Victoria’s Mallee region which for those who don’t know it is part of a very large grain growing area. An advertisement came on the radio and … Continue reading Mallee Radio
When the recently deposed South Australian Premier referred to our Federal politicians as ‘knuckle draggers’ and an electricity generator as having ‘shat itself’ on television a few weeks ago, I thought it maybe worth a look at our own Australian version of English. The Australian vernacular is peppered with some peculiar expressions. When a nation is forged from the meeting of the world’s oldest surviving culture with a bunch of convict outcasts from an over-populated society, well things can only get interesting. Throw in two centuries of refugees and opportunists from another hundred or so countries and you’ll find not … Continue reading Do ye ken? Pardon? What? Eh? Got the gist? Understanding the lingo
Stocking up with supplies and standing in a supermarket queue near a mother and teenage daughter when Mum lets loose with “Will you get off that goddamned f***in’ phone? I wanna talk to Nanna!” Continue reading Colourful folk around here
A friend of mine always says “Build a bridge and get over it.” However, a bloke we ran into in Kandanga had this to say on the subject of romance: “I wear my wedding ring to remind me never to do anything so stupid again.” Continue reading Building Bridges
At Happy Hour I complain that I’ve put on weight and now have love handles. “Oh” says my friend ‘S’ “I thought they were for the carers to pick us up by!” Continue reading Love Handles
Mildura is in Victoria’s far north east. Quite possibly its most popular caravan park is the delightful Buronga Caravan Park across the Murray River in Buronga, New South Wales. The park has a laidback holiday feel. The paddle steamers toot toot back and forth all day laden with tourists and there are lovely views of the city of Mildura just across the river. Last winter up on the north coast we have a drink with our neighbours Don and G who are from Mildura and have a shiny new van. They tell us that they checked into nearby Buronga caravan … Continue reading A long drive huh?
July 2014 We’re in Normanton on the Gulf of Carpentaria and I hear a Grey Nomad complaining about the heat (it’s 31 degrees and feels like 41). A local curtly rebuffs her with “wait till summer when it’s 56 degrees and 80% humidity!” Continue reading It gets warm in Normanton
Me, sprawled in camp chair with a coffee “Lovely morning, I hope it stays good until September.” Wandering camper, recently retired “I’ve got till November” Then he pauses and says. “No…I’ve got the rest of my life.” Continue reading Camp Ground Small Talk
In the supermarket at Tallangatta, Vic (on the Lake Hume) the bloke in front of us pays for a block of cheese. “Goin’ fishin’ are you?” says the checkout girl. When it’s our turn we just have to ask her how she knew what he was doing and she tells us that they catch Murray Cod with cheese “Cut ‘em open and they’re full of it!” Continue reading Say Cheese!
Rolling down the highway through New South Wales we hear this delightful little snippet on the airwaves. “Well trained rainbow lorikeet found in the Dubbo area. A husky like dog with one brown eye and one blue. And a diamond ring. How could you not know you’d lost that!” Continue reading Lost and Found