Back to the Beginning but ambushed by boguns

So here we are, another year has come and gone, and 2009 brings with it a year of change. New country, new job, new home, new marital status, and new challenges. Thankfully, though, 2009 has not brought with it the freezing conditions in the UK. Whilst it's been freezing in the 30's fahrenheit back at home, we've been chilling in the 30's celsius out here and making good use of our air-con.

One quick point before I begin again; it has been pointed out to me (thank you best man) that Ozztraaaaaalyah should not have an L in it. Whilst trying to discover what a 'bogun' was earlier today I learnt that my best man was right - much to my own chagrin. There is no L in Austrayia, if you are an Austrayian. You, as I was, may be interested to learn that a bogun is a specific type of Austrayian that is usually caucasian, of uncouth and lower class background, residing on the edge of civilisation. Characteristics of a bogun include, proudly sporting a mullet hair cut (now pronounced Mool-eh), extremely small shorts (religion-defining), a grease stained t-shirt underneath a flanelette shirt of some description. A bogun's natural habitat is any suburb of Austrayia with low property values, in a house that generally has 2 or 3 cars up on bricks in the front yard with no wheels or missing vital mechanical parts. One of the cars must be a ute. Boguns are generally spotted with a stubbie (screw top beer bottle) or bong (pot smoking paraphernalia) in hand.

So then, we arrived in Oz back at the beginning of September - not a bogun in sight - and headed straight up to Port Douglas, up in the tropical north-east of Queensland, for a week's holiday as we had not been able to fly out via Thailand owing to the civil unrest there at the time.....tbc