Five weeks man, five weeks and I'll be climbing the steps on the first plane.
Three long days later I will finally land in Weipa.
From there, well, let's just say. . . Australia time is way slower than Mexico time, if you get my drift.
Big boars are prime on the menu, as are Marlin, barramundi, goats (the tasty ones), and whatever the winds lead me to.
Hmmmm. . . I wonder if a 75-pound Hill can put down a scrubber?
. . . Time will tell, time will tell. . .