The Rellos

A good Aussie word is “Rellos” or relatives in plain English. For those who don’t know I’ve actually got rellos here in Brisbie. He’s called Michel and he’s my cousin. Michel invited us for a lovely dinner with his girlfriend July. They’ve got this cute little house very near to the city center. Michel came to pick us up at 19:00 in his very wet car. Wet? You ask. Yes very wet. Now I’ve been told there’s a draught going on here in Australia… I severely doubt this. When it rains it rains cats and dogs, buckets and flat out like a lizard drinking. So Michel forgot to close the windows of his car, which by then had turned to a private swimming pool.

Don’t get me wrong, we’ve experienced only 5-6 showers, but they are severe. You walk 50 meters in one of those and you’re more wet than if you had jumped into the river. But the sun soon dries you up.

Anyway, Michel told and taught us a lot about the places to visit, we had a couple of delicious pizzas, were visited by opossums and tasted a very interesting local beer. This was a most excellent evening. Michel has made quite a nice living for himself and I'm positive we'll have heaps of fun together.

Good on ya’ mate!