A sheer moment of bliss created by part red wine, part starry sky and part “cigarette” smoke that was wafting in my direction.
This ecstasy was disturbed by rustling in the bushes. In the pitch dark of the outback, this can only be one of two things… a crazy murderous mad man or a crazy murderous kangaroo.
The rustling got closer and distinctly non-human. Aliens?
I gulped down the rest of the wine in my glass, I figured that if I was going to be kidnapped and anally probed by aliens it was best to be drunk first.
The movement got closer and suddenly from right behind us the most unusual sound one could ever hear.
This sound.
As one of us (no names please) screamed for our lives, the brave strong Irish females grabbed the torch and shined it in the bushes, but could find no trace of animal, human or other.
By the end of the second bottle, the whole conversation turned ridiculously dramatic as we tried to explain to each other what made that noise. Eventually we agreed it was a jokester kangaroo wearing a sheep costume.
On that note, it was also agreed that it was time for sleep.
Good night, kangaroo-sheep. Good night, red earth. Good night, galaxy.
On the next edition of Where the Hell are We?"
"Good morning, sunshine. Good morning, flies. Good morning, flat tyre!"
This ecstasy was disturbed by rustling in the bushes. In the pitch dark of the outback, this can only be one of two things… a crazy murderous mad man or a crazy murderous kangaroo.
The rustling got closer and distinctly non-human. Aliens?
I gulped down the rest of the wine in my glass, I figured that if I was going to be kidnapped and anally probed by aliens it was best to be drunk first.
The movement got closer and suddenly from right behind us the most unusual sound one could ever hear.
This sound.
As one of us (no names please) screamed for our lives, the brave strong Irish females grabbed the torch and shined it in the bushes, but could find no trace of animal, human or other.
By the end of the second bottle, the whole conversation turned ridiculously dramatic as we tried to explain to each other what made that noise. Eventually we agreed it was a jokester kangaroo wearing a sheep costume.
On that note, it was also agreed that it was time for sleep.
Good night, kangaroo-sheep. Good night, red earth. Good night, galaxy.
On the next edition of Where the Hell are We?"
"Good morning, sunshine. Good morning, flies. Good morning, flat tyre!"
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