So here I am, in a place called Palm Cove. It is wayyy too much like the U.S., and the food is too expensive, but there are lots of nice women. I was at a place called Trinity Beach until this morning. For the most part, I liked it better there. Here in Palm Cove, it is like being at a Florida beach resort. So far, i've annoyed a crocodile by throwing kangaroo pellets at its face, and i've fed many kangaroo's and wallabee's. I've got a few more days here before I head back to the U.S.... hopefully the United States will not interrogate me for suspicion of illegal drugs simply because I don't eat any of the meals served on the plane.

If i've learned one thing so far from Australia, it is that if you want to smuggle illegal drugs here, make sure you eat the meals served on the plane.