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West Oz Supper
Bob is home in Massachusetts after visiting Western Australia for some six-and-a-half weeks during September-October, 2009. As a followup to the series of photo-essays we posted about the things we saw during that holiday, I thought it fun to post a mini-series with a surreal touch or five to some of the scenes. I hope you enjoy the surreal fantasy.
Mind you, it isn't that all surreal or too fantastic. You see, we had a really super Christmas in November party in the Ape House at the Perth Zoo. We had a whale of a time tossing Tarzan into the hippopotamus pond and hurling overripe bananas at the damned lions. But the zoo keepers have refused to clean up the mess - in fact, the rotten buggers have gone on strike. And Tarzan, who is the Chairman of the Management Board, has decreed there'll be no more bananas until we apes scrub everything clean and apologize to the lions and one unnamed, aggrieved party in a loin cloth. Hangovers don't allow for such unreasonable demands. To hell with them, I say!
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Are you there, God? Please listen up. The bloody zoo keepers are starving us innocent apes. There's been nothing to eat in the morning or at lunchtime and I'm so damned hungry! Please give me the strength to pole vault over the zoo walls and find something for supper. But not just lousy over ripe bananas! What I have in mind is ....
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A BIG, all-day breakfast that Bob liked so much when she was in West Oz.
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A double Big breakfast would be just grand, God. I'm not greedy but hungry, you understand! With that said, I'll pole vault over the fence and let You shove food venues my way.
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Oh, I wonder if Bob is hiding under the counter in there with a Big breakfast?
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Ah, the Guildford pub! I've had many a feed in there. Memories ....
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Sweet memories are made of such as this ....
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Hang on a minute, there's something strange about the pub. Well I'll be buggered, it must be the latest thing in air-conditioning. The bloody roof's off! Well, I'm not eating in a dump like that! I have my pride you know, God!
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What the hell's going on here? I can't see any food! Hmmm .... perhaps Big G. is telling me to do some hunting and gathering of my own.
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Okay, I should be able to buy some grub here at the E-Shed Markets in Fremantle.
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Hello, hello, does that sign say, coffee? It does! It does!
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Ah, there's my seafaring mate, Colin! G'day, Colin, how's the brew? What, you wouldn't feed it to a dog? Well, in that case, I won't hang about.
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I'm heading in the right direction by the looks. That lady's hit the food jackpot.
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Food, food, glorious food! Thanks, Big G.!
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The rotten buggers here wouldn't let me bring-my-own for the chefs to cook!
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And nor will this cafe! What's going on?
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And these buggers told me to take a running jump with my bring-your-own. Hmmm .... it must be because all of those joints each have a roof. I'll try my luck elsewhere.
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Well, this is a half-way house ... outside dining, under a roof and umbrella. But no bugger is eating here. The cooks must be lousy. I won't give this dump a burl!
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Crickey! The buggers all have green faces! I'm not going to get sick in this joint!
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Ah, this is more like it ... up to the style I want to get used to. Oh, damn, this only vacant table is reserved. What are you playing at, Big G.?
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There's something ominous about this dump! Hmmm ... time to take stock again. It can't be Big G. who is guiding me along. He doesn't make damned stuff ups!
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Hello, hello! I could follow that lost soul trudging up those stairs. No, I won't! Heaven isn't ready for me, yet. Besides, I doubt they would fry the fiery stuff I bought.
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That looks more promising. I'll try my luck down there.
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This does NOT look good! I have this funny sense of foreboding.
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Good God! The poor wretch died from a double Big breakfast.
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Oh, this looks like the portal down into Hell. All along, it must have been Mr Beelzebub who was showing me the way. Hey, Mr B., tell the devilish cooks to stoke the fires ... I've got chillies and other hot stuff for a Huge stir fry. It's to accompany my double Big breakfast! An ape's got to eat, you know.
See also:
Bob in West Oz (photo essays)
001 Bob on the Road: Have Camera, Will Travel
003 Bob on the Prowl
005 Bob's Fowl Day
006 Boating on the Swan River With Bob
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