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I've had the good fortune of getting to know Tejas Patel a bit. If it were possible for two people be more geographically separated, I'd be hard pressed to say how. What we talked most about is how some Americans really do see Australia through our 1980s eyes.
You know, Australia from the 1980s? Right?
Men at Work.
Midnight Oil.
Paul "Dundee" Hogan.
Vegemite.
Fosters in Oil Cans.
Yeah, that Australia.
It doesn't help that when you suggest having a "proper tucker" or a "walkabout" folks just seem to assume you mean... what's at the left.
Ugh. The whole Down Under reduced to an overpriced, gaudily clad crystalized echo of a time gone by. Don't get me wrong, the folks that work there just work there. Boomerangs, Roos and ugh, Fosters brewed in Canada but served with a "G'Day mate."
Chunder me with a spoon. Totally.
I'd so love to plop about myself and Janell down in camp out in the Never Never for a weekend so we they could see The Southern Sky in the dead still of the night.
Hooroo.
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