Well, you seemed surprised that I understood what you were on about, so rather than take offence at your condescension I thought it would be more productive to caution you before your attitude gets you in trouble.

Thank you , for I was afraid .

I had a dream of immigrating downunder back in the mid 60s, But my dumb redneck wife wouldn't get that far away from daddy. Have worked w/lot of folks from there and NZ. Some have even been here and gave me a call or came by. One I'll always remember was really named Rex Buglehole, not sure about the spelling, but that's what we called him. Great guy. This's Rex standing on pipe. Never did know what his job was? Guess just looking, tourist? but on payroll?

wow...that looks like an old pic buster. Somewhere up north by the looks of the landscape.

Sumatra, 1977 maybe.

Well that's way up north then. lol

I spent a great part of my childhood in Papua New Guinea . When our family went out there , P.N.G. was a trust territory of Australia . P.N.G. became independent in 1975 , but because we arrived in 1972 , we had the right to Australian citizenship ( along with being British). My parents did not see the need to have Aussie nationality . We were not immigrants , we were expats . I did all my primary school in New Guinea , with the Australian syllabus . When I was sent to boarding school in the U.K. , they put me in the class above my age .
All the white people around me in P.N.G. were Australian . I feel close to them , but different . I'm a Pom after all .

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