Spiders.

Bloody Spiders. They are everywhere, I mean LITERALLY EVERYWHERE. And some of them are the size of your hand, they have bodies the size of grapes and they twitch their little, (I'm sorry, scratch that) their MASSIVE front legs and look at you in a menacing'I'm going to jump on you when you're not looking and eat your face' kinda way. I suspect they are all out to get me, and they certainly all look poisonous even though people assure me they are not.

So anyway, spent 3 days in the 'bush' check me - down with the lingo, oh aye. saw2 wallabys, more spiders than I care to mention, all manor of birds n stuff, and I also did something that, considering my history, you may consider a little rash, even down right stupid, but I did it anyway... I took part in a yacht race. On a Yacht. In the sea. But I wasn't sick! YAY ME! It was pretty cool, maybe I'll take up sailing, on the proviso that I can afford a posh yacht and a posh harbour to keep it in with all my posh friends who dress up in drag and get pissed and drive boats (It seems to be the done thing).