I have a great respect for crocodiles(fear?)Back in my PNG flying days I was tasked with taking a Wildlife officer and two local offsiders to, fly in a Britten -Norman Islander aircraft (twin engine 13 passenger )From Port Moresby to Kikori ,2hours flying to the west ,on the coast to collect what was.,thought to be a 6foot long croc for Moresbys croc farm. The bloody thing was 14 ft. long and weighed ? guessed at 1200kg Well he was fitted into the aeroplane with great difficulty tied up securely with his head tied into the rear cargo locker with the tip of his tail under my seat. The trip back to base was almost uneventful , as a thing that heavy even squirming was enough to get your hair standing up . The flight was carried out below 500 ft altitude as the effect of reduced air pressure on the creature was not known. naturally the temp in the aeroplane was in the mid30s and humidity in high 90s That bloody thing FARTED. Fortunately the aeroplane was unpressurised so windows could be opened. My most vivid memory of that occasion was that (I .swear) the air changed colour.The croc was thought to be about 60 years old and unless had been had for lunch after independence could well still be at stud duties at the Moitaka crocodile farm in Port Moresby
That woman is a bit daffy herself if you ask me. Wasn't it a goose that laid a golden egg? OH well if she waits till its snoozing one day, creeps up and slips him a Mickey-Finn, she could make a fortune from all the crocodile skin shoes, bags and luxury items obtained from him. But now she will obviously cry crocodile tears over her losing the Midas Touch.
Thank you so much James! 🤣🤣🤣 That's hilarious!! Listening to that is indeed a fantastic start to the weekend!
I was brought up in Cairns, though I do have family spread out over the east coast of Australia. I am convinced that the more north you venture from Melbourne, the more difference there is in local culture. I mean, the difference in the local culture between Melbourne/Sydney and Darwin or even Cairns is so stark, that you may as well be travelling to different countries!
Locals in far north QLD don't hesitate to go to the shops bare-footed or, if you're a male, without a shirt on. Whereas, there is a much more conservative, somewhat formal dress code expected in Melbourne or Sydney. Things are so much more laid-back up north. Even the accents and Aussie slang is different. To get a crocodile for payment is such a far north QLD/Darwin thing! I'm not saying that it is common! It is most definitely not common for that to happen, but that kind of thinking is more common than what people may realise.
When I was 17, I went busking with a friend of mine in the town centre of Cairns. We had my friend's instrument case open while we were performing, so people could throw some money in. Someone put a fresh bunch of shallots in the case and someone else put a massive slice of delicious mud cake in there! So random!
I have a great respect for crocodiles(fear?)Back in my PNG flying days I was tasked with taking a Wildlife officer and two local offsiders to, fly in a Britten -Norman Islander aircraft (twin engine 13 passenger )From Port Moresby to Kikori ,2hours flying to the west ,on the coast to collect what was.,thought to be a 6foot long croc for Moresbys croc farm. The bloody thing was 14 ft. long and weighed ? guessed at 1200kg Well he was fitted into the aeroplane with great difficulty tied up securely with his head tied into the rear cargo locker with the tip of his tail under my seat. The trip back to base was almost uneventful , as a thing that heavy even squirming was enough to get your hair standing up . The flight was carried out below 500 ft altitude as the effect of reduced air pressure on the creature was not known. naturally the temp in the aeroplane was in the mid30s and humidity in high 90s That bloody thing FARTED. Fortunately the aeroplane was unpressurised so windows could be opened. My most vivid memory of that occasion was that (I .swear) the air changed colour.The croc was thought to be about 60 years old and unless had been had for lunch after independence could well still be at stud duties at the Moitaka crocodile farm in Port Moresby
That woman is a bit daffy herself if you ask me. Wasn't it a goose that laid a golden egg? OH well if she waits till its snoozing one day, creeps up and slips him a Mickey-Finn, she could make a fortune from all the crocodile skin shoes, bags and luxury items obtained from him. But now she will obviously cry crocodile tears over her losing the Midas Touch.
That made my lunch break !
That is so funny. I love it
Thank you so much James! 🤣🤣🤣 That's hilarious!! Listening to that is indeed a fantastic start to the weekend!
I was brought up in Cairns, though I do have family spread out over the east coast of Australia. I am convinced that the more north you venture from Melbourne, the more difference there is in local culture. I mean, the difference in the local culture between Melbourne/Sydney and Darwin or even Cairns is so stark, that you may as well be travelling to different countries!
Locals in far north QLD don't hesitate to go to the shops bare-footed or, if you're a male, without a shirt on. Whereas, there is a much more conservative, somewhat formal dress code expected in Melbourne or Sydney. Things are so much more laid-back up north. Even the accents and Aussie slang is different. To get a crocodile for payment is such a far north QLD/Darwin thing! I'm not saying that it is common! It is most definitely not common for that to happen, but that kind of thinking is more common than what people may realise.
When I was 17, I went busking with a friend of mine in the town centre of Cairns. We had my friend's instrument case open while we were performing, so people could throw some money in. Someone put a fresh bunch of shallots in the case and someone else put a massive slice of delicious mud cake in there! So random!
Needed that 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
That was gold!!
and now i go into a work meeting with the giggles ROFL
😂😂😂