After a highly eventful afternoon at the Auckland War Memorial Museum, boarded a plane for Australia. We flew into Sydney, Australia last night around 8:00 local time. Got back into Newcastle by 10 and knocked out. This morning was met with fresh disappointment. No biscuits and gravy in this country either. Apparently "biscuit" means "cookie" in this country, and they have no concept whatsoever of the Pilsbury Doughboy and the incredible flaky buttermilky possibilities he represents. Australian gravy is brown and goes in mince meat pies. Nasty, greasy, shit-smelling mince meat pies, but I am in Australia. Which is pretty awesome. One last thing: NO one here says "shrimp on the barbie." In fact, all shrimp are referred to as prawns. Lloyd Christmas, you have broken my heart.