It was a dark and hazy Friday as the two-person expedition left the warm, safe bosom of base camp. The witching hour (of 2:15 p.m.) was upon them, and Krieger and Campbell had one goal only as they struck out into the Australian bush: To shoot (with their camera, of course, don't be silly) the elusive and extremely rare native kangaroo beast (pronounced kane-gah-ru). The team traveled heroically on foot, following ancient hieroglyphic markings left by those who came before. Their eyes were peeled and their ears to the ground.
"Stop!" cried team trail blazer Campbell, pointing into the thick bush to their left. "Something's moving in there!" Krieger stopped in her tracks, quickly reaching into her holster and extracting the camera. "Is it ... Could it be ... A kangaroo?!" she exclaimed excitedly. "Hold up," replied Campbell, raising his hand into the air. "There it is!" The two peered between the trees to spot the creature in question: the also-rare, crafty, and coveted species felinius domesticata. Alas, the cat was too fast for the pair, racing off in a flash of black and white fur and escaping the relentless lens of team historian Krieger.
The two adventurers pushed on, pausing only long enough to document a strange, mysterious wood carving shaped perfectly for the rest of a human rear end; a lone, live red flower in a sea of white death; a mass of rusted fence wire discarded centuries ago by a freedom-seeking tribe of kangaroo conquerors. They carefully noted and inspected each pile of excrement along the way, hoping it would lead them to the sacred mammal's lair...
Okay, I give, it's too much effort to keep writing like that, so suffice it to say that right before we decided to turn back on our little hike yesterday, we did indeed see a big ol' kangaroo, one of what we're told are many, MANY like animals hopping around in the nature reserves near our rental place. I really don't have much exciting goings on to report, kangaroos aside, as we've been spending our time doing more of the same (i.e. biking, hiking, DVD-watching and trekking to the train station to go into the city every third day.) We went on the recommended night tour of Melbourne's old jail on Wednesday (highly theatrical, somewhat educational, somewhat entertaining), and we're knocking sights off the tourist list like museums and the Royal Botanic Gardens and the Victoria War Memorial.Also, if you have a chance to talk to the U.S. Marshal, I'm dying to know what the he thought of the six gossip mags that Heather sent me. Oh and, a package containing four DVDs of Howard Stern on Sirius satellite radio is also en route to Australia, thanks to another of the homeland's precious patron saints of pop culture. I mean, a girl has to keep up on crucial goings on even halfway around the world, doesn't she?
Today we're in the city researching our upcoming trip to Darwin and attending one of the international comedy festival shows. We're really loving our time at the house -- but, admittedly, we get a bit stir crazy from time to time, without any means of communication with the outside world like the Internet or a phone or a car. I think, happily, that we're both actually looking forward to magically re-compressing all our belongings into a backpack-sized space and hitting the proverbial road on May 10. Though we will miss seeing the conclusion of Big Brother 6. ..........
2 Comments:
I love it that Bryan is the one who spotted the cat. I wonder how many celeb pics you would have without Eagle-Eyes Campbell at your side. You're a perfect match!
I must say, Allyson is becoming so much more aware of her surroundings. With the blinders off, I don't know how many more cats, kangaroos, or Crowe's we will spot together. The possibilities are now endless and infinite.
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