Saturday - I can recommend the Bundaberg

Saturday dawned with the promise of another great day. The sun was up and shining, and as it was the weekend, the Hoff had decided to start work later, which meant that I would be able to get the shower/bathroom first. (We only have one shower room between the three of us, but it usually doesn't cause any trouble). I did forgo my morning coffee, first thing, to dive in and out the shower, quickly.

I had a lot more time than I thought, as I had ironed and left all my work shirts at the Ambulance Station (Called depots over here - still learning Aussie) for the rest of the shifts this week. Guess what - time for another drink, and watch a little early morning telly.
It was not much different - talking heads discussing the sub prime mortgage market (I think that everyone is trying to talk themselves into a whole lot of money trouble).

I had to get to the depot for 8 a.m. On arrival, we got informed that the night crews had drank all of the milk, and we would need some if we wanted a drink. We delayed until about 11 in the morning before trundling down to the petrol station for some milk. (Similar to yesterday, we weren't turfed out early again).

Typically, as soon as we headed off we got a call, and so our day began. We did a few calls, but we did get a lot of time off also. The last call of the day was out almost off the local map. (That is a long way from anywhere. It wasn't the end of the world, but if you looked carefully, you could see it from there.)

Once finished, I thought "Saturday Night, no work until tomorrow evening, might as well see if any local wildlife are out and about!" Sure enough, it didn't take long to find a very common species of local wildlife that is pretty much anywhere in the world on a weekend. Being a shy, timid person, I thought I would sit in the corner, and just mind my own business.

I bought myself a small drink, and sat down to watch the cricket on the television that was in the pool table/sports bar part of the local pub. While I was there, a local Aussie (loud mouthed and brash) came up and started extolling the virtues of all the local Australia Cricket Players, and trying to elicit my opinions on the matter.

I did politely inform him about my linage and heritage, and then he became interested in how I was supporting myself here in Perth. I told him I was a Paramedic, and suddenly I became his newest bestest friend. (I have a habit of attracting this type of person).

During the evening, a few more young ladies arrived into the sports bar area, offering everyone the chance to buy samples of the local rum and winning a prize. My new best friend (I don't know his name) on finding out that I had never tried it before told the young ladies and they let me have a couple free samples of Rum, (I told them that I wasn't sure about it after the first taste, and could I try another one to see if I liked it - yes they fell for it) and gave me a T-shirt (bright yellow), a hat (not really my cup of tea) and a flag (anyone want a Bundaberg flag?). (The local rum is called Bundaburg), and took a photo. I've done my best to copy it onto the computer.
I didn't have the heart to tell them that while in the Carribbean I was partial to a little drop of rum.

Fortunately my new best friend's girlfriend showed up and took him home. I was quite tired, and trundled off as well. All in all the evening was my whole weekend, what with work, and such. Not bad I guess.