Last meal (for all we know)

Knowing we were heading into the desert tomorrow... we opted for a hefty Aussie diner... Bojangles just looked like the place to go to... we could smell the BBQ out on the street... it might have been a bushfire though....

Enormous dead croqs (not the flip-flops) were hammered to the ceiling... the guns that were used to shoot them were nailed to the wall... and...

... there was this guy... rumors are he hadn't payed his bill...

A waitress spotted me taking pictures... and adressed me about it... if I wanted to take her picture it would cost me a pint... and... for a couple of pints more... she would loose here pants... that kind of place...

... okay... fine... don't worry baby... I won't buy here any drinks... I'll just stick with my plate of kangaroo, territory camel shaslik, buffalo medallion, emu sausage and the lemon myrtle infused crocodile rissole... I should be able to survive a couple of days on that...