Jenny's Trek Down Under

After a two day tour of Kangaroo Island I had gotten to the point where seeing a kangaroo was just as exciting as finding a starbucks in a busy town centre--jaded... maybe just a bit--the same goes for seals. My tour guide was a really friendly 40 something year old, sun bleached she-man (difficult to tell at times...whether girl/guy) beer gut sporting Kangaroo Island native. All I can really say is Alcoholics Anonymous--her first words as she greeted us were I'm still hungover and I work in a vineyard when I'm not giving tours. I think I learned more about local brewing practices and which pubs on the sparsely populated island had the cheapest drinks then I did about well, the bush and the mammals. But alas I had a good time and got on really well with her and the others--finding once again that humor is the best breaker of tension--and that people can be way too serious at times--so again as long as your willing to be a little fiesty, poke some fun at yourself and be in the moment--the others will follow--just like 'field of dreams.'