You wanna know what I love about going overseas for a holiday? It’s the little differences. I mean, they’ve got the same shit over there that we’ve got here, but it’s just …. it’s just a little different.

Example?

Take Public Service Announcements.

The Government-sponsored adverts we get in NZ normally go something along the lines of:

Don’t Drink and Fry (i.e. don’t get drunk and then try and cook something and accidentally burn the house down);

or:

Don’t Smoke Pure-Methamphetamine And Then Chop Off Your Girlfriend’s Hand With A Samurai Sword And Then Machine-Gun People To Death And Then Take Old People Hostage During An Armed Stand-off With Police.

Pretty standard, really.
In Australia, they get:

Make Sure You Check Under The Blankets Before Going To Bed, (because one third of all homes have a poisonous snake or spider living in the attic).

Classic. Australians are weird.

Still, the great thing is, they have a fantastic array of wildlife that you can hunt.

For example, I bagged me a whole lot of this:

(They’re easier when sleeping)

And:

And:

Let’s not forget the fishing:

Of course, sometimes nature strikes back.
This dingo stole my baby:

And I somehow managed to walk into one of these:

But I sucked out the poison and survived.

All in all, a great break in Surfer’s Paradise.

We had sunshine the whole time.

But I’ve found that it truly is agony to give up this:

… and return to a country of zero-degree Celsius nights.