Hunting is a weird entertainment. It seems to be cruel, but on the other hand it’s a natural male occupation, the most vital justification. Someone today is hunting for bread, or rather, daily meat. But for most, hunting is a hobby, a source of energy and inspiration. A difficult occupation, sometimes requiring courage – but all the more exciting, the greater the danger for the hunter.
In this sense, Australia is ideal for hunting. They hunt in every way: in jeeps and on foot, at night, making their way through the bush in search of crocodiles who are ready at any moment to pounce on the hunter … The beauty of Australia is that there is a choice that around there is a diverse nature, beaches nearby, and right there – super-civilization, amenities, even luxury. Continue reading
“A peasant at the Australian embassy is asked: Do you have a criminal record ?, and he answered: And what, do you still need a criminal record to get an Australian visa?”
This joke has been spinning in my head all the days of my stay in Sydney. I could not understand why the British sent criminals to this oldest city in Australia, founded as far back as 1788, rather than sending the best people of the nation there? Probably something was wrong in their head then.
You can walk around Sydney for hours. A light breeze from the ocean knocks down the heat, and numerous parks and squares make it possible to lie on pure grass in broad daylight. Although the city is large, and about four million people live in it, it is somehow not felt among the abundant greenery. Continue reading