How wonderful to find myself back here at Jumble Mash.
Last time I visited, JM, I had a wonderful collaboration about differences between old and new couples.
Oh and if you don't know me, I am Mynx and I write a couple of blogs, the main one called "Dribble" and I am Australian.
Now I know that JM put up a list of suggestions but she knows me by now and as the only thing that is really on my mind is holidays, I thought I would tie everything together with a little story about when I was a newly wed and my honeymoon in Tasmania.
Tasmania is a beautiful island state, and has a unique history, climate and environment. We travelled there in September and spent the first few nights in a beautiful place called "Cradle Mountain Lodge"
This is a wilderness area, so we had a beautiful spa cabin set in natural bushland setting.
Now most of you would know something about some Australian animals, koalas, kangaroos, wombats.
Some of you probably consider Australia a really dangerous place with sharks, crocs and poisonous snakes and spiders.
Well let me first say that I have only been eaten by a shark twice and died of snake bite once.... OK I am being silly, but honestly, the animals are more scared of you than you are of them.
Being a wilderness area, it wasn't uncommon to spot glorious colored parrots or large black Currawongs (Australian Raven) in the trees and on the balcony.
We would walk from our cabin to the main lodge for meals and entertainment nightly along a dirt track, often returning with only moonlight to guide us.
One night, coming back from dinner we heard a rustling in the bushes and hubby was forced to step back before he literally tripped over a wombat going about it's nightly foraging.
It was that sort of place
Several nights a week the lodge would host Possum feeding after dinner.
That sort of thing is frowned upon now, 20 years later, but back then it was entertainment.
The possums are the Australian brush tail possums, very common and very cheeky.
Nocturnal, like a lot of Aussie animals they would be happily sleeping while the sun shine to then get up and party on your cabin roof at night.
As part of possum feeding as entertainment, we would gather on the veranda while the hotel staff passed around trays of cut apple and other fruit so guests could hand feed these very cute fluffy vegetarian locals.
They would gather around your feet and shyly take the apple from your fingers and then munch it down super quick and look for more.
Did I mention they were also greedy?
Eventually the fruit would all be eaten and guest and possums would all go their separate ways to enjoy the rest of the evening.
This night however, one particular possum who had taken a bit of a liking to me decided to wait and see if there was more fruit available. I was sitting there just watching as he edged closer to me.
Then all of a sudden, he reached out his little head towards my fingers
The little bugger bit me
Guess he thought I was apple, or maybe my fingers smelt like apple.
And it hurt
And it bled
And I yelled
And hubby laughed
And that was the first and only time I have ever been attacked by a wild Australian animal
So if you are traveling my way, it isn't the deadly snakes or stinging jellyfish that are the real danger to tourists.
You just gotta watch out for those bloody cute furry critters, especially with apple juice on your hands