Jessabean

“At Wauchope there’s a Big Bull,” he added. I raised my eyebrows in a way that said, “Oh, yes?” He nodded fondly. “Its testicles swing in the breeze.” “It has testicles?” I said, impressed. “I’ll say. If they fell on you, you wouldn’t get up in a hurry.” We took an extended moment to savor this image. “It would make an interesting insurance claim, I suppose,” I observed at last. “Yeah!” He liked this idea, too. “Or a newspaper headline: ‘Man crushed by falling bollocks.’” “By falling bullock’s bollocks,” I offered. “Yeah!” We”
― Bill Bryson, In a Sunburned Country

“An Australian fly will try to suck the moisture off your eyeball. He will, if not constantly turned back, go into parts of your ears that a Q-tip can only dream about. He will happily die for the glory of taking a tiny dump on your tongue. Get thirty or forty of them dancing around you in the same way and madness will shortly follow. And”
― Bill Bryson, In a Sunburned Country

“I ordered a pint of Cooper’s Draught and retired with it to a table overlooking the square. And there I sat for a good few minutes doing nothing at all, not even touching my glass, just savoring the pleasure of sitting down and finding myself in a far country with a glass of beer and cricket on the TV and a roomful of people enjoying the fruits of a prosperous age. I could not have been happier. After”
― Bill Bryson, In a Sunburned Country

“It struck me, not for the first time, that there seemed to be more places in Australia for tourists to go than there were tourists to fill them. At”
― Bill Bryson, In a Sunburned Country