Trip Journal

I found it Rossco. It was in thread 40653. Here's the gutz of it.

AnswerID: 212162 Submitted: Wednesday, Dec 27, 2006 at 08:39
MickO13 replied:
You can never judge the calibre of the man by the drink that he clutches. My cousin married a kiwi bloke. Hell of a nice bloke but unfamiliar with the Australian outback. The brothers and I took him up to QLD and then drove out to Longreach for the cattle sales. We spent the night at the Augathella hotel. After a long dusty day we were standing at the main bar surrounded by even dustier locals when we ordered the drinks to quench the parched throats. "Beer, heavy, heavy, Shandy please!" I swear you could have heard a mouse break wind. Some wag at the end of the bar yells out "A F*#@*n shandy what are ya a F*#@*n....."

As he does so turns to us and sees that the orderee is a 6'5" rugby playing Moari who's built like the brick perverbial. Without faultering the wag continues...

"....top bloke and I think I'll have one my self!" Suffice to say it was shandy's all round and a top night had by all.

Moral of the story, I think; Who cares what they drink as long as they crucify the poms!

Typical of a lot's of country places, not just pubs.

Unless you fit their view of reality, your strange.

Thanks for the request for photos in the blog. I didn't know that it could be done so lot's there now.

Cheers
Ross

Good one Rossco. Loved your work. The photo's add a whole new dimension don't they. I grew up around the Perry sandhills and the country between Mildura, Wentworth and Renmark.

Cheers. Mick.