When it comes to Australians, "friendly" is an understatement. They always have a "G'day, mate" for you and often lift a finger in greeting as they pass on the deserted roads. I am convinced that the introvert gene has been selectively bred out of the population.
A campground neighbor, Chub, nee Luciano, is a piece of work from Down Under. He will talk about anything, the range of subjects increasing as the pile of empty beer bottles at his feet grows. And he isn't shy about sharing his opinions. On everything. Immigration - too many Chinese. Politics - a bunch of crooks. Economy - going to shit, fair dinkum. And don't even get him started on grand-parenting or US foreign policy!
He has had more jobs than an employment agency, rides obscenely over-powered motorcycles and drinks like a camel at an oasis, a beer oasis. Chub's kidneys only function at 30% and he is trying to get them down to 15% so he qualifies for a transplant. I hope his liver holds out long enough!
