We were on our trip around the world and had a week or so in New South Wales. We took the ferry across the harbor to the Taronga Park Zoo; great pointsettia trees in full bloom and nice open areas for the animals. We came upon a caretaker digging worms for some creature and asked if we might hold one of the koalas. He said, "Sure, come back after lunch." Then after a pause he said, "Yer Canijun, right?" We told him, no, we were Americans to which he responded, " Sime thing".
We did meet after lunch and entered the pen, stepping over the sleeping wallabies to reach the 'cute' koalas. The keeper picked one he said didn't bite very often. News: they aren't cuddly at all. It's like holding a solid, heavy grocery bag. I didn't realize until later that my shoulder bag was partly open and the koala had made a deposit.
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Breakfast at our B&B was delivered to our door each morning but the nice lady didn't want to disturb us, so she left the tray outside the door. The food was invariably cold by the time we found it and was invariably eggs, sausage, toast and tea. I don't remember what we did with the tea, but we still smile at the memory of how we didn't like the cure of the sausage, and we would never tell the nice lady that the food wasn't grand. So we chopped up the eggs and meat, flushed them, stuck the toast on a fork and warmed it by the space heater. Then we set out down the street to find breakfast.
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