G'Evening

The first thing that strikes you when you arrive in Australia is the amount of stuff you have to declare. In fact, I'd venture to say that more than a few gay people have come out of the closet whilst declaring all to Aussie immigration. As a result most people end up queuing to x-ray their bags or have Customs Officers take a peak and a poke. Passing straight through looks far too suspicious and you're probably more likely to feel the tickle of the rubber glove (in my estimation at least).

So, I'm here in Adelaide. Every Aussie I've ever met has told me this is the most boring town on the continent and I hope that's not the case because I'm here for a fortnight. Mind you, I'm visiting family so there'll be a few outings. There already have been in the past three days since I arrived. I've had a quick sortie into the Adelaide Hills, walked through a gorge and taken a look over the one storey metropolis that is Adelaide from it's highest point. First impressions are that it is a very relaxing place, perfect for retirees, but my Aunt drove me through the Red Light District this evening so I'm guessing the place has a little bite.

We shall see...

Tony went mountain bike orienteering this morning. He saw his first emu and 'roo. Good job because tomorrow he knows his thighs are going to hurt like b*****y!