We had booked on an early morning bird cruise a month before we left as they rarely do them. The boat left at 6:00AM but it was worth getting up at 5:30AM. There were only eight of us with the guide and he was great. I casually asked the English lady near me how long she had been bird watching. She looked at me over her glasses and asked in one of those posh Queen-like accents "Do you mean in Australia?' I went for broke and said "No. All up". "Fifty five years my dear" came the response. When she put the floppy hat on with elastic under her chin I felt a whole lot better.
Actually after this couple and the one from New Zealand realised I was a bit enthusiastic I was adopted.
Infact the NZ lady insisted I have a sheet out of her pad and a pencil to write down all the birds we saw and identified.
Weeeellll of course I was not good at minding said piece of paper as we zoomed between spots and the inevitable happened.
Suddenly the NZ lady was shouting, the boat spun around and it took me a few seconds to work out why the hell John had rushed to the front of the boat and was hanging over the side shoving his hand in croc infested waters. I thought my note was safely tucked under my hat on the seat beside me.Mmmmmmm. My list was retrieved by my hero and henceforth minded by all on the boat. I still have it. (It listed more than twenty different birds we'd seen)
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