(Cruel Aussie called Bernie) Hey Mate, since you're new here, what say we head up to the pool at lunch time for a few laps? Heated pool, wakeless, hardly anyone there...whaddya say?
(Naive Yank called Robbie) Um, sure....(can't really swim, but when in foreign countries, I always try to impress people clearly more fit than me).
(Cruel Aussie): Oh, by the way, its a 49 meter pool, ya-know, because if it were 1 meter longer, they'd have to let the public in (and have a lifeguard, that might save your skinny neck when you inevitably begin to gag on super-brominated water)
(Naive Yank): Uh, how far is a meter?
(Cruel Aussie): Don't sweat it mate...no worries...she'll be right (blah, blah)
I'll spare you the details on the rest, but the only good part is that the pool was heated, which made it a nice place to float on my back after two laps, while I frantically sucked air into my screaming lungs, and then crawled across 4 lanes, the wrong way, (including one occupied by some grandmother with a mask and snorkel who'd already swum 47 laps)...and climbed up the kiddie ladder to safety!
Rule number # when it comes to Aussie Fitness: Don't swim with them!
You guys should be writers. Your blogs are so much fun to read. I'm sorry I don't respond very often. It doesn't mean I'm not reading them (and with posts like this, laughing my backside off!)! Please know that these updates are greatly appreciated by those of us back home and we all miss you very much! I'll try to respond more often, Kim
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