Women here play netball (which is basically basketball
without a backboard and no dribbling, who knew?!) and they do it wearing
skirts. Maybe to those of you with
European roots this isn’t so weird but for me, it’s crazy. I’ve never even heard of netball and didn’t
know it was such a big deal as it is over here (they have a professional league
and air the games on TV).
Speaking of TV, Australians probably live more active,
friend and family-centric lives because there is absolutely nothing to watch on
TV, even if you were so inclined to be a couch potato. There
are only a handful of channels and they air old US shows or the Aus rip-off
version of US shows. And the original
shows they do have, they air five to six days a week for months on end
(seriously, I became addicted to The Block, a renovation show, and we watched
it non-stop back in Cairns for over two months when I wasn’t working at
night). There is one bright spot though
and that is Adults Only Cops. It’s all
the stuff that you really want to see on regular Cops back home but don’t
because they have to cut it out to make it airable. In the Adults Only version they show it
aaaaaalllll – prostitutes, drunks, police literally beating the you know what
out of uncooperative perps, check, check, and check. It’s sad but, like a train wreck, you can’t
tear your eyes away.
Moving on to a little bit classier subject; I love all the public artwork on display everywhere in
Australia. There is such a wealth and diversity of public art - there are statues and monuments and art pieces and huge TV screens with public
lounge seating playing free art house movies and more. You can’t walk two blocks without seeing at
least one fun installation, and oftentimes there are more than that. Amazingly, none of them ever seem to be
vandalized either. It’s sad to admit but back in
the US, some jerk would tag these wonderful works of art with graffiti and ruin them
for everyone else.
I’ve said before that things are called different names here
and I have some new examples for you.
Jack Daniels, called JD at home, is known as Jaxon here (that one never
failed to confuse me at the bar) and Southern Comfort, aka SoCo, is just
Southern. The letter Z is Zed. ANZ, the bank we use, is called A, N, Zed and
people look at us weird when we ask for directions to any nearby A, N, Z. Burger King is called Hungry Jacks and
cereals here ALL have different names (Rice Krispies are Rice Bubbles, weird?!). And it’s not referred to as ‘drunk driving’
or ‘driving under the influence, it’s ‘drink driving’.
Drink driving is apparently not as big of a deal here as driving
tired though because there are signs all across Australian highways warning of
the dangers of tired driving but none about drink driving. They are often quite blunt – ‘Tired Drivers
Die’ is one of my personal faves – and encourage you to pull over to any of the
numerous rest stops for a cat nap or cup of coffee (free to the driver in many
places) rather than continuing on.
Believe it or not, the police of the numerous small towns
dotting the highway up the west coast are kind enough to let law breakers know
what bad behavior they are currently monitoring. They had huge signs as you entered many of
the towns that said ‘Local Police are Targeting’, with a huge yellow stripe in
the middle that told you whether police were on the lookout for drink driving,
speeding or some other infraction. I
found it a bit weird and wondered what was the point… like, if you’re speeding
but police are targeting drink driving, are they not going to pull you over??
Something else I find super funny is the terrible team mascots
they have over here. The poor guys on
the Rabbitohs; a) what is a rabbitoh (I googled it and there are conflicting
opinions - the old rugby team used to have rabbits on their field so it either
stems from them yelling ‘rabbit oh’ when they tried to catch them or yelling
‘rabbit oh’ as they sold the meat from the rabbits they caught on the streets
to fund their club) and b) their uniforms are hot pink! Then there are other teams like the Pigeons –
really? Where is the intimidation factor
of a pigeon? I think back to my days of high school and how
we used to make fun of kids on teams with bad mascots (Geneseo Cogs for example)
and I wonder if these guys take abuse on the field. There are so many more bad mascots but sadly I can’t think
of any right now.
See if you can figure this out; you don't mail things at the
post office here. You can buy a stamp or
collectible coins or a menagerie of other things at the post office (if you’re
British it’s where you HAVE to go to get a new passport, as Alex can attest)
but if you want to mail anything, you have to go to a post box and drop your
letter in. It’s so weird, and often
frustrating after waiting in line for 15 mins just to buy a stamp, that the
post office won’t take your mail.
Another thing that kills me here is that addresses don’t
line up. There is no grid system; so it
might be 300 N Lake on one street and a block over it is only 120 N River
St. Plus, it is different on each side
of the street. You can be at 300 N Lake
on one side of the street and 101 N Lake on the other side. It makes it impossible to know how far it is
to where you’re going if you’re not a local and can be especially annoying when lugging around a 50lb backpack!
Lastly, eggs are not in the refrigerator section of the
grocery store here. I find this really
weird. Do eggs need to be refrigerated
or not? At home I always assumed so but
here they are not so now I’m confused.
Perhaps eggs do not need to be refrigerated… Discuss & let me know what you guys
think.
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