I don't know if it's a 3 month itch type of thing, or the fact that my meals for the past month have consisted of muesli/yoghurt for brekkie, bread and spread for lunch and pasta/rice and sauce for tea, but the craving for food you can only seem to get in Australia have kcike din and kicked in hard. Myself and a couple of others who've been abroad for a while had a conversation a couple of times that went something like this: Hungry Aussie 1: Meat pie and sauce Rest of Group: Aaaaaawh (lound longing moan) Hungry Aussie 2: Dim Sims Rest of Group: Aaaaawh and so on. For those interested, here's a couple of things that've got me longing for home: Chips. Not french fires, I saying fish and chip shop chips where you spend a couple of bucks and get enough fried potato to feed a small African nation. Actually, anything from a fish and chip shop. You know, you walk into the shop and see a Bay Maree (spell check please) filled with Souvlaki, sausages in batter and other seep friend goodies. Tas Uni graduates know which shop I'm talking about. Well cooked steak. They do have it here, but unless you want to spend the national budget of a small African nation to have it cooked in a resteraunt you're on your own. Kraft Peanut Butter. No one does it better. It's always too oily or dry and not easy to spread. Vegemite on toast. That'll surprise some of you cause I'm not really a vegemite kid. But Vegemite and cheese on toast - aaaaawh. Proper sausages filled with beef and breadcrumbs. Not the crap pre-cooked hotdogs you get around here - like Vince says on Europe in Pulp Fiction, it's the little differences. To gain a better idea of my situation, I give you this. After my dinner last night of 2 minute noodles and a chocolate scroll for desert (6 dollars) I spend most of the evening thinking abotu steak. When I get back to my tent after my shower I hear Nicolas voice from her tent. I'm thinking of the best meal right now. Steak and chips. It's not just me. Even crueller is when you try to buy something. You base your purchase on the pictures and lettering on the packaging and getting something else entirely. Milk is the worst offender. I picked up some lemon flavoured drinking yoghurt to go on my cereal when I first arrived in Denmark - it wasn't good. Justin did one better at ORingen. He did the right thing and got a carton that had mjölk on the front. What he didn't realise that the work in front meant 'Sour'. What kind of stupid group of people develop a taste for sour fricken milk and then decide to package it in a cantainer almost identical to regular milk. I spose it has to be the Swedes. And while we're on the subject of stupid traditional food, who was it in Iceland who looked at a cow and said, stuff the tasty rump, I'll make a meal out of the part that looks and smells and thinks. Mmmm eyeballs, that's good eating. Would you like the last bit of cerebellum? Unbelieveble. I'd better stop now, this is becoming a bit of a rant. Being hungry makes you cranky.