Bass-Drum Belching and other stuff.

Howdy y’all.

So, in case you didn’t notice, I’m going back Up There in ten days. But before I go, I wanted to see more of Down Under.

And so here I am, a few kilometers away from Ayer’s Rock (Uluru. Whichever.) and I’m telling you the Internet is hard to find. So are bathrooms.

But what’s easy to find here are punctuation errors and, according to the sign I saw earlier today, “emu’s”
In case you didn’t notice, the sign mistakenly thought that the plural of EMU is EMU’S.

Back to Bass-Drum Belching.
So, if you’re not from Down Under, (though you probably are,) you might not have heard an emu. Emus make the strangest noise, like someone crawled inside a bass drum and burped.

In other news, I have seen so many marsupials recently; I think my brain might explode. Down Under is Weird.

I’m really going to miss it here.

Oh, one more thing. I had the most Potterheaded dream ever last night. The entire dream was me walking up to JK Rowling in a public place and bursting into tears trying to tell her how much Harry Potter means to me. I quite possibly have ‘Problems.’

Oh, and Authors, I get back late on Monday. My phone died and Internet here is EXPENSIVE and only available in the common room. I’ll contact y’all when I can, but don’t count on it.

Best Wishes, my friends.

Rose.