From Austin to Oz. I'm planning to flee the country for 7 months - working for 4 and traveling for 3.
Departure = 03 Sep 2003 / Re-entry = 03 Apr 2004

Friday, December 19, 2003


Parmalat is an Italian dairy / juice company based in Parma, Italia. When I lived in Lausanne, Switzerland back in 1993-4, I did not know Parmalat until my friend Chris Gleason and I bought scalped L35'000 tickets to the Parma vs. Ajax soccer game in March 94 and "Parmalat" and its snowflake emblem ringed the field like an unbroken crop circle. I think it was in 1994 or 1995 that I began to see the 1 litre UHT milk bricks/boxes in Texas supermarkets. Being lactose intolerant, I couldn't drink the milk, yet I thought it was great to see and Italian brand in American grocery stores. It helped me to reconnect to that soccer match where Parma won and Heineken cans littered the street.

To my surprise, our apt. here in Brisbane is only a few blocks from Parmalat's Australian National Head Office, manufacturing facility, and main distribution plant. So, once again, I am surrounded by the ubiquitous snowflake.

Parmalat has been in the news recently because it has "lost"/"misplaced"/"swindled" €4billion (over US$5billion). Hmm... something stinks, and it ain't the wheel of Parmesan cheese, mate. Good (??) to know that the US is not the only nation that can claim Enron/WorldCom/Tyco mushroom-cloud financial disasters.

This Texan ponders how this blooming artichoke of multinational scandal will affect the Australian division of an Italian dairy, located just down the road. I think that free trade and global markets are a wonderful thing IFF ("if and only if") corporations are held uninterruptedly accountable for their mismanagement, evironmental destruction, and labor markets. Without those checks, then corporations are just golddiggers who scrape all they can from a mine as fast as they can, then move on, leaving nothing but a barren landscape incapable of anything but drought.

I want to believe that corporations are very responsible entities.
I want to believe that we do not need any laws forcing corporations into ethical behavior.
I want to believe that corporations pay their share of taxes for the benefit of the community, the State, and the Nation, and to reduce the tax burden on the citizen.
I want to believe that investors can trust corporations to manage finances transparently and accurately.

But, that is not how quick money is made, is it? Nope. And, that's why companies like Enron and Parmalat do what they have done. And will continue to do so.

(PS: I apologize if you have received this post plus the previous post. I have already reported the problem to Blogger over two weeks ago. And, again. No reply, yet. Sorry for the duplicate e-mails.)

This is Brisbane

Within the past two days, I've observed a few things that remind me of
my geographic location on this rather small bluegreen marble.

Yesterday, I went to the Department of Immigration to get a tourist
visa to tack on 3 more months' stay here in Australia. My work visa
expires on 04 Jan 04 (a Sunday) and the Brisbane office of the Dept. of
Immi. will be closed for the holidays from the next two weeks. So,
rather then put it off at the last minute, I went down to get it done
and out of the way. To my surprise, I was surrounded by a waiting room
full of Asians from India to Japan. And, a few Norwegians. Among
others. (If I had walked into the San Antonio office of the US
Immigration & Naturalization Service / INS, the room would have been
full of Mexicans. Just Mexicans. Maybe a Canadian or two.)

I dressed rather smartly for the visit to the office and had a strong
feeling that I overdressed once I arrived. (I felt like the time that
Priscila and I wore our best party clothes to Winston the PugDawg's
first birthday party only to find that everyone else was dressed
Austin-style: shorts, t-shirts, and sandals. Yes, yes, I KNOW that we
were going to a DOG'S birthday party, but I was raised as Latino,
dressing up for everything.) Having heard absolutely ridiculous and
inane stories about friends who had to visit the US INS for whatever
reason, I prepared myself clothing-wise and mentally to defend myself
knightly against the Aussie public service immigration dragons that
feast on foreigners for a tea-time snack.

After only a 45-minute wait, my number D331 was called. Five minutes
and A$195 later, I had a 3-month tourist visa. Just like that. No
drama. No worries. Mouth agape, I say "who-o-oa", Keanu Reeves-style.

Walking back to my bicycle, I licked the window (umm... "window
shopped") at a rock store. As I was ocularly wandering over the
polished stones, a Buddhist monk dressed in a bright saffron robe
walked out of the shop. Probably Thai. Just another person on the

That was yesterday. Today, biking back from my shift for a Christmas
banquet, I rode down Adelaide Street and hear a very distinctive sound
emanating from St. Stephan's Cathedral. It sounded like, neah, it
could be, but maybe it was, possibly, gotta check. I popped into the
church parking lot, looked around, tried to pinpoint the sound in all
directions, couldn't locate it -- then, I looked UP. And, on the
rooftop of the adjacent 8-story building, lo and behold, I found the
source among all the dancing and drinking. BAGPIPES! Some company had
a bagpipe troop playing for their Christmas party! Well, I shouldn't
be surprised with all the Scottish immigration to Brisbane, ay?

Sometimes, non-geographic markers remind you where you are.

Wednesday, December 17, 2003


Today, biking back from running errands in the CBD (Central Bidness District / Downtown), I noticed about 5 people carrying several Christmas-themed piñatas in their hands - hollow shapes of Christmas trees, candy-filled stockings, candy canes, and gingerbread men made from paper mâché and colo(u)red tissue paper. Each hand clasped around 4 of the hanging strings making bright Mexican bouquets of candy-filled fun.

I am a bit surprised that piñatas are so popular and available in Australia. I shouldn't be as surprised as I am due to the high consumption of Corona beer here. Yes, Corona! A helluva heap more popular that anything by Anheiser Busch. In fact, almost never do I see Budweiser beer at the liquor store or pub. Good. Riddance. Busch.

PS: I saw some bloke on Queen Street today wearing a shirt that advertised a store named "Beaver Liquor". HA!

Tuesday, December 16, 2003


There are no trees in Iceland. I don't know why that thought fled thru my fingers. I heard it said by Hlynur, the main character of "101 Rekjavík", an Icelandic film that Robin and I viewed inside our cabin the night that we stayed in Stanthorpe QLD a few weekends back while on our winetour.

Iceland has no trees.

When the weather outside is delightful ....

Christmas spirit has definitely arrived in Brisbane. Today, I saw a bus driver dressed as Santa Claus pass me, "Merry Christmas" on the bus marquee, and squiggles of dark green wreath decorations all suspended along the top edge of the inside windows. I don't think that I'll ever see a Capital Metro bus bedecked the same way.

Last Sunday, we also saw some Christmas-themed acrobats on the Queen St. pedestrian mall. In addition, one of the department stores facing Queen St. has a series of mechanical "How the Grinch Stole Christmas" window displays. It's really odd to see many traditions based on snow and cold Decembers when the temperature outside is in the upper 30s Centigrade. Yeah, like I know what snow-based Christmases are, right? A South Texas boy only sees snow when he pretends the sugar sand of Mustang Island is actually cold. Ha!

Sunday, December 14, 2003

"The view from here"

I read an article in the Sydney Morning Herald today from an Aussie living in Hong Kong. Chris Baker compares the world's view of Australia after the 2000 Olympics and the evolvement/devolvement of that view in Dec 2003.

Insight of how a native living abroad views his country. I've had some parallel thoughts, meself.

Thursday, December 11, 2003


During the Brisbane Writers Festival back in October, I picked up a few books by Australian authors. One of the much publicized ones was John Birmingham, author of Aussie cult classic He Died with a Felafel in His Hand (which I purchased). Birmingham and his publisher Random House Australia launched his new book Dopeland at the festival.

From the description of Dopeland on the Random House Aus website:

"DOPELAND follows cult author John Birmingham as he gets paid to travel around Australia in search of its marijuana culture. On his tour JB meets the dope smokers of Australia - and finds that they're not what you might expect. Yes, there are some sci-fi geeks, some student activists, and the obligatory Nimbin ferals, but JB also finds himself smoking with conservative politicians, lawyers, cops, merchant bankers and school teachers. Given that thirty to forty per cent of the adult population have smoked marijuana, and that dope is one of Australia's biggest cash crops, worth roughly five billion dollars a year, maybe we shouldn't be so surprised."

The read made me curious to go to Nimbin, Australia's hippie capital, just to see what a city of hippies looks like. Robin and I went to Nimbin while on our winetour two weekends ago. On my personal observation, Nimbin has two strong strains of population: 1) aging hippies that hold on to eco-friendly, idealistic, peaceful visions of humanity while balancing an expertly rolled joint between the index and middle fingers, and 2.) young kids that just get stoned.

I recommend this book to everyone, regardless the point on the sativa spectrum he may rest. Birmingham balances his nationwide tour citing Aussie law towards marijuana (federal and state laws), Australians interpretations of those laws, and their misinterpretations of those same laws. His writing style is vernacular, heaped with slang, and "No Way! I can't believe that!" engrossing -- just a chaotic riot akin to the Day after Christmas sales. Trust me, you'll spill your laughter everywhere.

Sadly, I cannot find the book mentioned on either the Random House USA or website. Figures. The subject matter would make it an instant US bestseller which would be an affront to the War on Drugs. So much for freedom of speech.


Last week, Australia welcomed the birth of her 20 millionth citizen.
As did the City of Shanghai, China. The population of one nation --
one continent! -- equals that of one city.

The population of the State of Texas is 21 million.


Monday, December 08, 2003

Aussie Photos! >> Web Albums >> Australia

The URL above lists the photo albums below. My comments about each album [in brackets] are not included on the webpage.

Web Albums-Australia

September 2003
Sydney NSW (05-09 Sep) [Robin flew down from Brisbane to meet me upon arrival. We spent a few days together, and she had to return to Brisbane. I spent a few days extra days in Sydney for my work exchange orientation and paperwork.]
Lone Pine Wildlife Sanctuary, Fig Tree Pocket, Brisbane QLD (13 Sep) [We held koalas here. Remind me of Bus 445]
Nathan Sanders' Birthday Party, Sunnybank Hills, Brisbane (13 Sep) [My Austin friend Lee's brother lives in Brisbane, by coincidence. We met Nathan when he lived in Austin for a spell. Now, it was our turn to visit him.]
National Festival of Beers , Brisbane (19 Sep) [Over 150 beers. Three days. Heaps of thirsty people.]
Manly QLD (20 Sep) [A beach community only about 30min train ride from Brissie]
AFL Grand Final, Greenslopes, Brisbane (27 Sep) [Australian Football League championship: Collingwood Crows v. Brisbane Lions - BRISBANE WON!]

October 2003
LIVID Music Festival, Brisbane (18 Oct) [HUGE annual one-day music festival that pulls together Aussie and international bands]
Cleveland QLD (19 Oct) [No, not the Ohio town home to the Rock N Roll Hall of Fame, just a beautiful coastal town near Brisbane.]
Tasmania (26 Oct - 01 Nov) [Robin's week-long Tassie holiday during her semester break.]
Halloween (31 Oct) [Halloween isn't celebrated in Australia. That doesn't stop me.]

November 2003
Dia de los Muertos (02 Nov) [I take my mexicanidad with me wherever I go.]
Gold Coast QLD (07 Nov) [We went to Burleigh Heads for a beach stopover and then to the Currumbin Wildlife Sanctuary at night to visit the nocturnal animals.]
North Pine Country Market , Caboolture QLD (09 Nov) [Big Aussie craft & flea market]
Australia Zoo, Beerwah QLD (09 Nov)
Groove Grape, Brisbane (14 Nov) [Brisbane's casino sponsored a music-in-the-park / Queensland wine festival]
Stanthorpe QLD (29 Nov) [Heart of the Granite Belt Wine Country in southern Queensland]
Texas QLD (30 Nov 2003) [YES! A home away from home! Complete with cows and wide open spaces.]

December 2003

NSW/QLD Winetrail (01 Dec)
Byron Bay NSW (01 Dec) [Home of Julian Rocks]
Nimbin NSW (01 Dec) [Australia's Hippie capital]
Lone Star Steakhouse and Saloon, Mermaid Beach, Sunshine Coast QLD (01 Dec)

Thursday, December 04, 2003

I was called a "seppo" today

I was hired at Caxton St. Catering on 15 Nov for a four-week stint. I have had 4 shifts since 15 Nov. And, that's it. I haven't had any shifts since, including next week, which would have been my fourth & last week, had I any hours to work, which once again, is zero. And, my connection with Caxton is now one for the history books. So, for 2.5 of 4 weeks, I had a "non-job"; I am officially employed, but I don't work. No work = No money. Dag. Oh, well, it was a great learning experience.

Fortunately, not one to rest on my laurels, I found work last week thru a professional hospitality recruitment agency, a "temp agency" for chefs, waiters, banquet/event staff, etc. Pinnacle People needed 50 people to work the bars and food stalls at The Gabba for a 5-day test cricket match between Australia and India from 04-08 Dec. (The Gabba is Brisbane's cricket field, short for "Wooloongabba", the suburb where the field is located.) Pinnacle just needed bodies, no experience necessary. Fortunately, I meet those two criteria, so I was in. Today was my first of two days slingin' plastic cups of XXXX Gold and Hahn's Light to the masses of blokes who fork up A$4.70 for the former and A$4.30 for the latter. I worked with four women, 3 Aussies and one quebecoise (French Canadian) who, like me, is on a working holiday visa.

Eight point five hours later, our day was done. It was heaps of fun, actually. Everyone loves the bartender.

I didn't get to see any of the cricket match, tho. Maybe tomorrow.

Things that I have learned today:

* When someone orders a "rum & coke", he means a Bundaberg rum and Coca-Cola, not a Bacardi Rum & Coke. The first few rum & Cokes that I made were with Barcadi. Coming from North America, rum = Bacardi. In Australia, rum = Bundaberg (or "Bundy", for short), Australia's national rum made in Bundaberg (in the heart of sugarcane country, just a few hours' North of Brisbane)
* XXXX beer is called "banana juice" because XXXX is made in Queensland (Brisbane, actually) and QLD is famous for its bananas.
* The carrier trays that hold four plastic cups cost A$0.60/each. Forces people not to waste them.
* Above the soda dispensers, there are spirit dispensers that release 30ml of hard liquor every time the button is pressed, located below the upturned bottle. Perfect amount every time. No messy shot glasses to deal with.
* Aussie men have great queue manners. No pushing, shoving, cutting in line, stealing beer, griping about the wait, etc. Nada. I give heaps of respect to the Aussies for that, even when a bit tipsy.
* Women don't really buy beer. They get men to do it.
* Coins/change is called "shrapnel", as in "I've got a pocketful of shrapnel, here." (I like it. I think that I'll start using that one.)

PS: So what is a "seppo"? Aussie English also incorporates some Cockney-style rhyming slang. Thus, using the nickname for any American ("Yankee"), then shortening it to "Yank", then rhyming it with "septic tank", and finally shortening it to "seppo", some Aussie block tapped me with a nickname that takes four steps to create. "Seppo" is not derogatory. More on the unique characteristics of Aussie English, soon.

Wednesday, December 03, 2003

Australia Zoo

Sunday, 09 Nov, Ro and I woke up extra early (well, early for a Sunday) so that we could visit the famed Australia Zoo, home to the Crocodile Hunter Steve Irwin. At our South Brisbane train station (a block from out apt.), we purchased two combination return/roundtrip train-zoo-shuttle bus ticket offered by Queensland Rail. Convenient.

On the way to the Beerwah train station, we decided to detrain at Caboolture so that we could go to the North Pine Country markets, advertised as offering 100% Australian made products. Expecting kangaroo leather belts, hand painted didgeridoos, eucalyptus coasters, Vegemite vittles, and the like, I found, instead, painted wooden ducks with polka-dotted baby-blue bows, quilts embroidered with cutesy sayings, puff-paint decorated clothes, and the ilk. I flashed back to the countless flea markets, garage sales, and thrift stores that I've perused Stateside.

We also were lucky to have seen a procession in honor of Armistice Day (11 Nov), presented by young military cadets. It was a very solemn presentation, and all gathered showed nothing but the utmost respect. Australia does well to remember her war dead.

On site is a Queenslander house converted into an antique store. The entire house is arranged like a museum and decorated as it would have been at the end of the 1800s / early 1900s and, for those seeking period pieces, everything under the roof is for sale.

Back to the station we trudged, not many purchased under our belt. Yet, I found the side visit worth the trip as I saw my first "koala crossing" sign approaching the market entrance. We then reboarded the northbound train to Beerwah. Altho the Australia Zoo website mentions that there is a regularly scheduled shuttle from the train station to the zoo, we learned upon detraining that there was a sign from the zoo that said to ring the provided number so that the shuttle could come retrieve us. Hmm... had we known that the regular schedule had been chucked in the bin, then we could have stayed a wee bit longer at the North Pine market. Oh well, I've learned more than once not to trust what I read on a website (PINCHE DR. PEPPER MUSEUM WEBSITE!)

So, on my handy Siemens A50 mobile phone, I punched in the 8 digits and connected to the zoo. Admittedly, I sometimes fumble for words when phoning for directions, closing hours, etc., but I think the conversation that transpired was a bit odd:

(ring, ring)

--Hello, Australia Zoo. This is (fill in some chipper young Aussie girl's name here).
--Hi. We're at the Beerwah train station, and we're calling for a courtesy bus to take us to the Australia Zoo. We noticed that there is a sign here a the station that says to call this number.
--You're at the train station and would like a courtesy bus to the zoo?
--The Beerwah train station?
--Umm, yes.
--OK, we'll send the shuttle bus right over.


Well, at least she was courteous enough to repeat my request. So, Robbo and I walked from the platform to the bus stop located aside the carpark / parking lot. There were about 10 people waiting there, some sitting on the steps, some talking about whoknowswhat, and a few arguing over who was going to call the number of the Australia Zoo shuttle bus. I interrupted them to say that I had already called and the bus would arrive soon. I learned that the group included about 6 early-20s, Irish female nurses and the rest, young British blokes.

The shuttle arrived, we all boarded, and it dropped us off at the zoo about 15 minutes later. Since the zoo is open everyday from 8:00 - 16:00 and we spent the morning at the North Pine market, we didn't have much time to spend at the zoo, about 3 hours. We arrived just in time to grab a seat for the 13:30 chat with Agro the crocodile! Altho not hosted by the Mighty Mr. Irwin himself, we were served up plenty of croc tales by the handler.

After the show, we had a right proper visit with the Grande Dame of the Zoo, Harriet the Galapagos Turtle. On 15 Nov, she completed her 173rd birthday! Yes, indeed, she was alive when Charles Darwin popped in for a visit to her and her mum on those small pieces of rock to the West of the Ecuadorian mainland. Now, she resides a bit further West, on the East coast of Aus.

From there, we saw other turtles and headed to the Venomous Snakes hut. OOOoooOOO!! Inside, we saw many beautiful snakes from all over the world, yet, 7 of the 10 deadliest stakes in the world are located in -- you guessed it -- Australia. No Texas rattlesnakes among the slitherers, yet our eyes grew big over the world's most venomous snake. In the center of the hut was a glass case containing a skeleton of a 10m -- TEN METER!! -- reticulated python. RAD!

We left the hut and to the pen of my favorite marsupial - the wombat! Cousin to the koala, the wombat is about the size of a javelina, but not piggy-looking. In the pen were two, one was named Dozer (like those small builders in Fraggle Rock, right?) and the other was named Minibus (like, well, a small bus).

Hungry the two of us, we went to the food court to have lunch but not before taking a peep into the raptor cage. After some fried whatever, we steered to the camel exhibit. (The camel reminded me of the small stuffed toy that I bought in a chorinho music club while visiting Cynthia and Jonathan in São Paolo back in April and later gifted to Priscila.) Did you know that camels were introduced to the Australian Outback in the early 1900s by Afghanis? Since then, the camels now run wild and free like in the desert back home.

Then, we came across the red fox pen. Well, the legendary Redd Foxx of "Sandford and Son" fame was not holding court at the time of our visit. Fortunately, we saw some of his tocayos midday napping in the shade. Unfortunately, the red fox is an introduced European pest (much like the Poms) that has spread to the entire continent in the past 100 years. Altho brought in to control rodents, it has overstepped its function and now threatens native fauna. The fox even hunts the wombat -- the noirve! All the while at the den, I thought of Jen, Jen Fox. Maybe it was the napping, maybe it was the pesting, maybe it was the naming --- or all three, hee, hee!

Nearby, we came across the fox's canine cousin, the Australian dingo. These are truly beautiful animals, of course, I am biased being a big dog person. I'm OK with that. One was atop a large rock. He has a regal stance about him, a watcher of afar.

A few steps past the dingos awaited Robin's must-see: the Tasmanian devils! Small li'l buggers, those are. Tips of red/black mottled fur line their inner ears and paws. Normally nocturnal, the two devils in the pen were wide awake and sniffing visitors.

It was approaching 15h30, time for the last feeding/show of the day -- OTTERS! While Robin rushed towards that area, I took a detour to see the Komodo dragons and some indigenous Aussie lizards. I finally made it to the otter exhibit in time to see the keeper feed a few live crustaceans to the small, furry logs.

At 16:00, the Australia Zoo closes its door. After having peeped on the otters grabbing a bit of a munch, we zipped past the snack bar but were arrested by the cool, nonchalant demeanor of the kookaburras. And, yes, they were sitting in an old gum tree, well, a stump, if you will.

We concluded our visit to the zoo with one last exhibit, one where several people had crowded to watch an 8m python eating a goat. I forgot her name. She had not eaten since last March. Exotherms! Onward to the exit we went.

Mighty tricky this zoo is, forcing visitors to exit thru the gift shop. Mighty tricky. Reminds me of the Cracker Barrel. Granted, upon arrival hours before, I was hunting for a small kitsch of Steve Irwin. A postcard would be fine, y'no, just some small tacky souvenir. Because I'm gaudy like that. Yes, there were Crocodile Hunter videos, those Croc Hunter action figures, Steve Irwin bobbly-head dashboard figures, etc., yet (naively) I wasn't expecting so much Steve-centric stuff -- from floaty pens showing Steve Irwin falling to a Steve Irwin wig and costume. I was slightly appalled by how much absolute junk there is with Steve's mug on it. Reminds me of my visit to Vatican City, when I found so much kitsch with the Pope's face on it -- dishtowels, can openers, calendars, playing cards, etc., etc., etc. Further, Irwin's wife Terri has her own clothing line represented - "for real women", as does their mini-Irwin, Bindi. Bindi has a clothing line and she is four years old!

Aside from the intense marketing penetration going on in the gift shop, that pales in comparison to all the enormous work that the Australia Zoo does to conserve and preserve. For example, the zoo is a working animal hospital, accepting new patients due to accidents, shootings, traps, deforestation (land clearing), or other (in)human(e) intervention. In addition (of which all Australians should be proud), the Irwin family has purchased thousands of hectares in Australia with the specific purpose of leaving it alone. They use the land to release animals back into the wild that the zoo has acquired due to animal rescue. Moreover, one can adopt zoo animals via the website.

So, back to the shuttle for a lift to the train Beerwah station. As we were leaving the zoo, a white SUV passed us and entered the zoo. The shuttle driver told us that we had just past Steve Irwin, causing the young Irish nurses aboard to revert to 13-year-old screamy girls who had just seen Elvis or The Beatles. Having about 30 min. for its arrival, we popped into the local pub across the street for a coupla Toohey's Olds to refresh us from a sunshine's worth of daytrippin'. Then, back to the station for the hour ride back home.

A few days ago, I put all my photos of our visit on our website: > Web Albums > Australia > Australia Zoo

PS: When we returned to the apt. later that evening, we popped on the teev/telly/TV to learn that we and the giggly gaggle of young Irish nurses were deceived. In no physical way could Steve Irwin have been in the SUV that passed our shuttle bus because he was, in fact, in the USA at the time searching for wonky Yankees for his upcoming reality show where he trains new croc hunters and each week, one person is given da boot à la Survivor/Joe Millionaire/American Idol/whatever.

PPS: Since, yes, I admit, I subscribe to the Australia Zoo e-mailing list, a few days ago, I received this e-mail message:

Get ready for the ultimate CROC HUNTER EXPERIENCE !

In a nationwide search across America, the producers of The Crocodile Hunter and The Crocodile Hunter Diaries will select ten American contestants to live and work at Australia Zoo in Beerwah, Australia under direct guidance of Steve, Terri and Wes, while at the same time being assessed for performance capabilities. Contestants will take on some of the most dangerous tasks that could include mowing crocodile enclosures, raiding croc and gator nests, caring for injured animals and learning the hazards of croc/gator feeding demonstrations, rescuing wild snakes and feeding everything that bites in the zoo.

Contestants will live together in bunkhouse-style accommodation within the zoo grounds. The toughest challenges of all could be acclimatizing to strange Australian customs and surviving close quarters with fellow competitors.

The challenger who is best able to learn and perform these tasks under the watchful, and sometimes critical, eyes of Terri, Wes and Steve himself, will earn the title of ultimate zoo champion and win the major prize of a trip of a lifetime around Australia from the top of the Sydney Harbour Bridge to the heart of Ayers Rock, from the depths of the Great Barrier Reef to the remote red desert of the Aussie outback!

Are you ready to take the CROC HUNTER CHALLENGE?

You must be at least 21 years of age, be a citizen of the United States and reside in the United States to enter!

Monday, December 01, 2003

01 Dec

Happy First Day of Summer, Aussie-style! Yup, 01 Dec marks the beginning of summer in Oz.