So what was the list again? Oh yes, kangaroos, road- trains, Sydney Opera House and Christmas Day on the Beach. Yep, got them all. I can leave now.
Sometimes, in England, when you are staying in the country, you get up and see rabbits on the lawn. You think, “Look! How lovely! Rabbits on the lawn.” The next day you get up and say “Look, the rabbits are still there.” By the third day you just shrug and say “Huh. Rabbits again.” It’s a bit like that with kangaroos in Australia.
We spent a couple of days hiking around a place called Carnarvon Gorge in deepest Queensland. We were staying on a campsite, (No, we weren’t camping. I’ve done that and got the T-shirt. We were staying in the comfortable accommodation in the posh bit of the site.) There were kangaroos and so-called pretty-faced wallabies everywhere, quietly grazing and completely unconcerned by a strange bearded man trying to take photos of them.
When we left Carnarvon Gorge we traveled for hundreds of miles on Queensland’s long, straight, unfenced roads where we saw dozens more kangaroos in the middle of the road, all dead. I have never seen so much road-kill in one day in my life.
It was almost as if the kangaroos had got up especially early to go and play ‘chicken’ with the road-trains, a game which, it would seem, they invariably lost. Australian friends have told me that kangaroos are particularly careless, not to say stupid, animals that think nothing of bounding from the side of the road into the path of on-coming traffic. I have my Hertz hire-car for three more days. I am earnestly hoping that I do not see any more kangaroos!