Like buses the world over

Okay Day 7 into our antipodean adventure and 2,300 km and Kanga and Roo have been conspicuous by their absence and we are on the way back to Syd and Junior, wending our way up new bits of the coast.

But first some high drama in Cann River where they serve morning coffee in 3 cafes within spitting distance of each other. Memories of another road trip in North east America come to mind, right down to the body hanging from the balcony....Miss Kitty ain't gonna look out of place here.

As the welcoming committee plan for the next stage coach to arrive in 2016....we are lazily sipping our coffee when a siren goes off and we sit bolt upright, searching for the nearest gas cupboard or upturned bath, expecting the wind to whip up and sky go dark. The lack of reaction is eery, so we sit and we sit and then out of the cafe comes the coffee mate and we ask what's going on....

-Thad'll be a bush foya warning

Then sits to sup his coffee with a silent "Yup".

That's ok then, Corporal Jones clearly not required to galvanise the troops. The siren goes off and 10 minutes later 2 fire engines and assorted fire troopers fresh as daisies with not a care in the world jump out to collect their orders...not a word said. Now I Know these siren efforts are loud but I can't believe that this one hailed from the Northern Territories....

That's laid back Stralia for yooo.

Back on the road I am being hypnotised as I scour the bush and as we hit  another suburbia I have nodded. Brakes screech and my head comes within a  whichitee grubs whisker of the dashboard and P is shouting (quite loudly for him) "Kangaroos, kangaraoos"!.

And where did it say in the book of Noah

"And forsooth when yon floods have passed God told me I should shut set down the bouncy thing with the boxing mitts near the 16th hole!"

And not just one, but a whole posse

I am off on one, trying to outstrip my last record of 70 koala pictures in under 20 minutes....

But the head honcho gets to his feet...Jesus, look at the pecks on that!

But then he decides I am too close for comfort ...I am actually about 20 yards away with my telescopic zoom but too close for him clearly, and the expression is so..."Bugger off you kangaroo paparazzi"

Then there is a huff sound and I am back in the car examining the dashboard again.

But just one last sneak of Roo even though he isn't taking his medicine:

 

 

Everybody say "Aw" bearing in mind he might grow up to look like his dad.