Monthly Archives: April 2011

Travelling Tasmania is a Fawlty Fantasia

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Cradle Mountain covered with could and Dove la...

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It had looked rocky approaching Marrawah, which brought out a rendition of Let There be Rock from Bonzo and Angry.  I wasn’t too keen on the rocky surface, and was glad when Taz, Baz and Caz took us up in a perfect storm and landed us safely on the Tasmanian terra firma.

Travelling to Taz-mania couldn’t be Easier

After partaking in a latte in Port Latta, we carried on to Penguin, where Bonzo brushed up on his Penguinese.

They had a different dialect here to Kangaroo Island, but Bonzo could make himself understood.

We then headed south over Cradle Mountain, which was very beautiful, and reminded me of home as the cloud drifted in, so it felt nice and comforting.

Arriving in Taz-mania reminds me of Tor-crazier

It was so comfortable I dropped off to sleep, and when I awoke we had arrived in Taz-mania.

Taz said he had a full house, but we could stay at the Hotel Taz-mania, which was owned by Taz’s boss, Bushwhacker Bob.

He was a little grouchy,
but no Basil Fawlty,
Sybil must’ve been off her trolley
the Towers was a folly,
even if Manuel was jolly,
and then there was pretty Polly,
oh, don’t get me gossipy
about my ramble in sunny Torquay.

After unpacking we went down to the bar, and met some of the locals.  I got on great with Wendell T. Wolf, who was very friendly.

Poetry Voyage with a Smile but no Sausage

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Near Marrawah, NW Tasmania

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King Island to Tasmania 

We tried to set sail from Disappointment Bay
but thunderous waves sent us astray
feeling like a ship of fools without a winner
we came across a nice crag called Lavinia
who showed us the way to Cowper Point
and directions on to The Blowhole joint
where we partied for a little while
before getting blown out with a smile
and enough knots to reach Tasmania
landing somewhere near Marrawah.

King Island has Surprising Amount of Interest

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Boatry Poetry is a Form of Libertree

Row, row, row the waves
surfaces of Davy Jones’ graves
we could sit back and relax
as roaring forties cut us some slacks
not trousers to wear
but no rowing despair
as the wind behaved as it should
you know they say ‘well, it would’
sailing us towards Tasmania
I don’t know how to explain to ya’
we just sat back and played cards
as the boat ate up the salt yards
it wasn’t long til we reached King Island
where we ate a Pearshape Egg Lagoon Currie by hand
it was a shock to see a Sea Elephant in Surprise Bay
but it was a fitting finale to a Bungar(gl)ee day.

Taz-Mania is a Saviour and Storm Abater

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Tazzy devil

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Taz-tastic Treat for Two Times Two

For two days the storm did blow
waves and spray like driven snow
we did our best to hold on tight
two to the left and brace to right
barracuda and tuna did fly past
as if fleeing from a deep line cast
we began to fear all was surely lost
seeing a storm from a distant coast
approach at an incredible speed
we thought that’s all we need
but when it reached us it repelled
the other storm and with sea quelled
the new spinning fury did land on deck
and when it calmed above the neck
we could clearly see it was cartoon Taz
along with its friends, Baz and Caz.

Poem Story About Sea Storm Beyond Pale Corn

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A shivering sail

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Four Sail For Sale 

We set sail for the port of Robe
not far across Oz in terms of globe
as we’d heard there were bargains
in a super market without chagrins
but waves did suddenly rise
in a storm of enormous size
we wondered where it had brewed
fury of the worst bad mood
before it declared its intention
to sink us without hesitation
and leave no trace
of our boat race.

On the Road Again, after leaving Kangaroo Island

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Leaving Olbia, leaving Sardinia

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The next morning brought mixed emotions, as we woke with fond memories of the reunion party but also the sad realisation that we would have to leave that day.

Goodbye to King Scote and Kangaroo Island

We had enjoyed a wonderful time on the island, and stayed longer than expected. So we planned on getting an early start and making good progress through the day.

King Scote and all the little penguins were up early for a farewell to friends breakfast buffet on the beach, and it was indeed most enjoyable, eating finely cooked tasty morsels as the sun rose.

But all terrific things must come to an end, and after eating our fill we packed up ready to go.

King Scote said he was sorry to see us leave, and we were welcome back at any time.  He even told Elle that she could be his queen any time she liked.  Elle said she was very flattered and thanked him for his kind words.

The little penguins said it had been great meeting us all, and especially Bonzo, and they would think of him every time they played AusRuIcket.

They waved us off, and the four of us waved back.  The sky seemed to darken around us, while the island was still bright, and we thought that we must have been able to see them after they lost sight of us.  We all hugged each other as they faded into the glow of Kangaroo Island.

AB/DC is born

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No Bull

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We had a great feast that night, and enjoyed the reunion immensely. Angry seemed to be enjoying himself getting to know us all, and really came out of his shell after a few hours of fun.  He even sang a few songs towards the end of the night.

Night of Celebration

Bonzo accompanied Angry on the bagpipes for one, and Elle danced wildly to the jolly tunes.  Everybody seemed entranced by the music and dancing, and especially King Scote.

Elle later said she’d enjoyed the music very much and that she hoped they would have plenty of time to create more music when we returned to the road, and that Angry and Bonzo could even become a band.

AB/DC is Born

Elle suggested Angry Bonzo / Dandelion Cordial would be a good name, and everybody agreed it was a wonderful choice.

Angry suggested we could call it AB/DC for short, and speaking no bull, everybody thought that was another great idea.

By the end of the night we felt like we were blood brothers and sisters slipping away from the city blues on a once in a lifetime opportunity with nothing to lose.

All the music made me feel quite creative, so I think I’ll end with a little ditty of my own:

With a musical spirit
I thought we’d make it
we had the body and mind
sung our troubles behind
more adventures to come
maybe somebody’s gonna drum.

Bonzo Banishes Bagpipes Bafflement

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The Ashes Urn

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Walk this way
Kingscote sway
me and Angry
rhythmically
down the beach
until out of reach
of the neighbours
and hard labours.

Elle saw us coming and rushed off the beach to meet us.  She said she’d been worried about me and was glad to see me back in one piece.

I replied that I was already only one half, remembering my green other ‘arf, but I was indeed still in one half piece.

Elle chuckled and said, ‘Well, if you’re going to be pedantic, it’s good to see all your grey self again.  I would love to meet your green other ‘arf one day, and you all together as one greenygrey, but I’ve only known you as Grey.’

‘Thank you kind Elle’, I replied, ‘I should have been more understanding, and especially at this joyous moment, and I do dearly wish that one day you will meet me as one half of the complete Greenygrey.’

Then one of the little penguins recognised Bonzo’s travel companions and let him know.  Bonzo quickly lay down the bagpipes and sprinted over, looking very excited.

I introduced Angry to the others once everything had settled down, and asked how things had been going here.

They said everything had been wonderful, and they’d been shown great hospitality by King Scote and all the others.

I asked Bonzo what all the noise was about, and he said that the little penguins had enjoyed playing the new sport of AusRuIcket he’d taught them that they’d presented them to him.  They’d also burnt another set, and would play a tournament for them every year called the ARIshes.

I asked where the penguins had got the bagpipes from, and Bonzo said that it was like me: a bit of a grey area that went back a long time.

But little penguin legend said that they were brought over by a Rockhopper a long time ago.  They also provided the Bonz with a video to practise with:

Thanks to Big Robbo at MamasFallenAngels for inspiring the idea to put this video here, after he put it up on the site just after I’d done the last blog with Bonzo first playing the bagpipes.