Up with the Galahs.....

LToday's 6am brisk walk went without incident apart from the rant and rage of yours truly when he should look up and see he is being watched by a bird of prey, (tonight I must eat more) But there I am, with new sports socks (forgot to bring some) but NO bloody camera ........... So we later attend the Pelican feeding, guaranteed Pelicans, every day, even when they have daylight changing time, lo and behold we had to watch some tourists kids pretending to be Pelicans throwing fish into the sea for the sea gulls to eat.........apparently first time there were No Pelicans..........
So off to see the dramatic coast line but, big BUT here we find a group of fledgling Australian Hobbys.......... One of us totally disregards the Danger Cliff Erosion signs whilst the other shouts out "..... don't be stupid" Having survived the danger of Cliff eroding we retreat to a bar where we meet Mr Neanderthal, we want to sit outside, so we do but one of us does his usual thing of removing the ash tray from our table, OMG, Mr N starts up, advising us of where the non smoking section is and then telling everyone within ear shot it was Un F......... believable that non smokers have all the inside and part of the outside to sit but they still have to sit in the smokers section, it was at this point that one of us restrained the other from trying to wind up Mr N further and then later said, if he had started I would have given him a right mouthful....... and so we endear ourselves to the locals once more........ And now whilst I sit here with my feet on a portable table sitting outside in camping chairs with a glass of red wine awaiting some culinary delight as the sun sets over the Indian Ocean, breathing in air that has not touched land for thousands of miles,  I think, if those Galahs roost in the eucalyptus tree above me I'm going to get covered in bird sh*t.........