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Published: February 21st 2010
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Kangaroo burger
It does not taste like chicken. It was raining again when I awoke this morning. It rained throughout the morning, afternoon and evening with few lapses. I am apparently here during the wet season. At least I’m fortunate that I got my dive and zoo trip in on the first two days during the good weather.
Ernesto and Ivan (another roommate) departed this morning. Ivan, a guy from England, and I very well could run into each other in the next month or two as we have almost identical tentative itineraries. He was off to Singapore today while I head there Monday after a brief stay in Darwin.
With the rain impeding my plans to go back to the Esplanade lagoon, I opted instead to get rid of the mop on my head while I’m still in an English speaking country. I also took care of some journal updates and grabbed a unique lunch - a kangaroo burger from a nearby café. It was very enjoyable and is most definitely not like chicken. It’s more like a venison and very tasty.
In the early afternoon the rain appeared to break up so I headed to the Esplanade lagoon. Just minutes after my arrival a refreshing light drizzle started. Within 10 minutes I was with several other hopeful sunbathers under a canopy, waiting out another storm. While I waited I resumed reading a book I have on Asia to prepare for the next leg of my trip. Even having some idea what I’m getting into this should be an altogether different experience.
Dinner was another free meal at the Wool Shed. Following dinner, Jeff, Tal (I still don’t know if that’s her name, we honestly haven’t been formally introduced) and I headed out on the town, Well, Tal stayed back for a bit to call her boyfriend while Jeff and I got started at Gilligan’s. We were there to use a few leftover drink coupons when the bartender told us they weren’t any good. Jeff handled the talking. I couldn’t hear overtop the crap that was playing in the background.
“What do you mean we can’t use these?”
“Wrong bar. These are for Shenanigan’s.”
Oops.
“Okay, two pints of Toohey’s.”
The pints came out and nothing further was said. On our next order we asked her about a two-for-one deal that we had since seen advertised.
“I told you that pints weren’t covered.”
“No, you definitely didn’t. You told us the coupons were for the wrong bar.”
Back and forth. Anyway, at least this time we got two schooners each, which amounts to more volume than a pint, for less than the pint’s cost. Why she didn’t just bring us schooners anyway the first time is beyond me. In any event, it was the first time in Australia that I had a beer from the schooner sized glass. As excited as I was, the beer tasted the same.
We soon left Gilligan’s, met up with Tal and went to PJ O’Brien’s. There I had a Guinness, the first really good beer I’ve had since Melbourne. Australia could use a better microbrew culture.
I took off from PJ’s around midnight to prepare for a travel day tomorrow.
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