OK. Is it safe to come out? It seems safe. Nobody’s died in over a week. Well… nobody I know, and nobody famous. But somebody somewhere is bound to have died. It happens a lot. Only I don’t tend to cry quite so much if it’s a total stranger.
Alrighty then. Back to our scheduled programming.
I’ve been sitting on half a story about my bike for a while. But it still isn’t ready to hatch.
So here’s a reminder about how big Australia really is. I’ve covered this before, but I got a bit of junkmail from my little sister this week and it is a very graphic depiction of how huge this place really is. Someone has inserted a scale model of Europe into Australia – quite a painful procedure unless you use a water-based lubricant or a general anaesthetic. The picture is a copy of a postcard, so we’re stuck with the cute animals. And, yes. If you’re planning on visiting Australia, all 3 animals pictured have been directly linked to the deaths of tourists. But they’re still cute in a we-don’t-care-much-for-the-idiots-that-get-too-close-to-the-fauna kind of way.
How big is big? And how little of our wide brown land do we actually use? Here’s a hint. Australia’s population is just over 20 million. According to the highly esteemed and trustworthy CIA, the European countries in the picture have a total population of over 570 million. But I guess they don’t mind body odour too much. And that’s necessary because there are nearly 30 times the people crammed into about 70% of the real estate. Stinky-poo.
And in case you’re wondering, I live on the coast near Romania (between Brisbane and Noosa).