G'day Mate

HUH?
Kilometers? Meters? C'mon man, speaka the Engalish! Feet, Miles, Yards...something I can relate to!

G'Day matey, glad to see ya lovin' me country. Oz is the best country on Earth. Nowhere else even remotely compares. Sure, we got everything venomous and poisonous that'll kill you within seconds, let alone our monstrous white pointers (what you yanks like to call great whites) as big as a bus with huge teeth. But in spite of it all, it's still better than George Dubya's septic prison camp, but admittedly our Johnnie Howard is nothing more than his lap dog. Anyway, get over to South Oz and West Oz and strap on ya balls for some real waves that'll peel ya eyelids back. Don't take my word for it; you'll see for yourself. If you get to Margaret River, make sure ya say g'day to Bazza, Dazza, and Mazza. Can't miss 'em. Just cruise by Prevelly and tell 'em Gazza (me) sent ya! And don't forget to shout the boys a slab of VB! You'll get way more waves that way! Onya matey!!