Dangerous Dingo or Darling Dog?
Be careful.. Keep safe.. Watch your back.. Stick together.. Don’t talk to strangers.. Don’t jump in cars.. Listen to saftey instructions.. Don’t get stupid.. Don’t drink too much.. Don’t get silly.. Don’t play the fool.. Lock up your valuables.. Wear sun cream.. Blaaaa Blaaaa BLAH – Are we really that dumb? Well…
I said goodbye to a friend today who told me a story about Fraser Island; her relative who happened to be a millionaire visited the island 20 years ago, his bones were found last year. The verdict (which I promise is true) – death by dingo.
Getting attacked by sharks at Bondi Beach, gettin eaten by a Dingo pack on Fraser Island or the parachute failing when we’re sky diving – what are the chances? Having an arrow shot through you by an aboriginal whilst climbing up their sacred Ayres Rock – slightly more chance? What about having your legs snapped off by crocs in the rainforest or a nasty spider poisoning you through your sleeping bag.. I could go on..
Despite all the hidden dangers and even the obvious ones, nothing will stop Hip1 and I from loving every second of our time in Australia. In fact from the minute we spot each other across the crowded check-ins at Heathrow, our big adventure truly begins. I can see us now jumping around on the spot, squeeling. That’s not to say we don’t appreciate the advice and tips you guys have given us, we do and believe me we’ve needed your ideas (big shout out to Adam!). So thank you.. but if one more person says “take care” – I might decide to feed myself to a Dingo.
P.S. This time next week we’ll be half way there sipping a Singapore Sling! Get in!
