I’m running around like crazy today preparing to leave on another trip tomorrow night. This time it seems especially complicated because I will be gone from my house for over two months and have to prepare for two separate (and very different) trips. But first things first.
Here’s a little dictionary of terms you may hear me using over the next few weeks:
Barbie : barbecue (noun)
Brekkie : breakfast
Budgie smugglers : men’s bathing costume
Cut lunch : sandwiches
Fair dinkum : true, genuine
G’Day : hello
Lair it up : to behave in a brash and vulgar manner
Who opened their lunch? : OK, who farted?
Not the full quid : not bright intellectually
Pig’s arse! : I don’t agree with you
Aussie salute : brushing flies away
Sheila : a woman
Squizz (noun) : look – “take a squizz at this”
Trough lolly : the solid piece of perfumed disinfectant in a men’s urinal
It’s gone walkabout : it’s lost, can’t be found
Bloke : Man, guy
My flight leaves LAX at 10:15p.m. Monday evening and is nearly 16 hours nonstop to Sydney. I will arrive on Wednesday morning. People ask me how I cope with such a long flight and really the answer is quite simple: business class and medication. I’ve snagged an upper deck, lie-flat, window seat on this 747. All of which are to my liking.
So, come along with me. I’m hoping this will be a real rip snorter of a trip.