We, Australians, are a bunch of tall-tale tellers. Our country lacks water, so its not  entirely our fault. Our humour is drier, arid even. When we recount with a perfectly straight face that time we caught a giant barramundi out of a row boat, which was then taken by a crocodile and then by a great white shark etc., we find travellers, particularly Americans, will be booking flights to some place else before we even get to the red-back spider we overlooked when packing the fishing equipment. We just know if we drill you with an intense and serious gaze, you will believe we regularly wrestle crocodiles (a past-time of theRead More →