Bushwalk

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That's not a knife......this is a knife

As my boss at Sydney Dept. of Education, the good old Terry Crotty (Snotty Crotty), would say:

There are two things I hate about Bushwalking. Bush and Walking.

He was never the funniest man on the planet, but with his jokes about employing Sweedish girls called Agnetha and asking us to

Put the cat out

every time he left the office for the day, (yes, every day), Adam and I loved him, in the way you love a senile old grandad.

Anyway, Adam, Smoss and their mate Ben, who had turned up over Christmas after trecking around the globe, had managed to get a little trip out into the Ku-Ring-GaiChase National Park and HawkesburyRiver area organised to sample the infamous bush.

It was a good day out, tramping around in the hot sun, muching on ultra fizzy Sour Snakes (the sugar-jelly variety), spotting lizards, lakes and lagoons along the way. Much to our dissapointment, we didn't see any Kangaroos, Koalas or Crocs, but we were happy just to escape the city and picnic on our cheese and chutney pitta bread sarnies - mmmmm.

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