This was not even close to consentual. Okay, maybe it was.

All of Western Australia was on fire.

Oh boy.

For the beer lovers.

ONE minute after we walked past this sign, I spotted three blokes with naked feet. I'm not kidding.

Another great Aussie sign at the Broome airport.

Sara and Ashwar chewing cud in Broome.

...I'm on a boat everybody,
Take a look at me...

The Alexander Stewart: built by hippies, enjoyed by yuppies in the Whitsundays.

When I asked the guy driving the boat about this, I said, "we saw a spikey black penis that moved when you touched it. What was it?" For some reason the guy wouldn't give me an answer.

Me: I gotta get closer! Sara: Just don't piss him off.

Darwin is full of crocs. No swimming today, folks.

Sara handing out snacks again--this time to an asian buffalo.

This is me licking a termite mound. The other people did not lick it. I can't say why.

Dude, seriously!

Awesome acrobatic parrots that live outside the Alice Springs Motor Inn. Jackie, the proprietor, has named them "Jack and Coke" and "Gin and Tonic". Jackie was a blast, obviously.

You's a long way from home, yankee.

There's a lot of weird stuff in Aussie public bathrooms, but this was easily the most intimidating thing I've seen to date.

Camel race pit stop. I never figured out how to change the tires, but we won somehow. Go Team Chak!

Gathering fire wood for our first night in the outback. Check out the bad ass truck we got to ride in. One day I'll have one of those--but mine will be purple. Bright metallic purple. Yeah.