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Okay so I stole that tagline from the Americans.
But I oh so often have a whinge with my blog friend Sabrina about the trials and tribulations of moving from a Land of Big Shopping Centres and Lots of Other Stuff to a Land of Not Much of Anything, Really.
And, as Murphy himself predicted, now I’m back in Oz, can I think of anything I’ve been craving to purchase for the past six months? ‘Course not.
I have exactly one week left in the Land of Big Shopping Centres and Lots of Other Stuff. And I want my readers to help me find Stuff.
Announcing the inaugural…
Little Miss Moi Scavenger Hunt
To participate, simply leave, in the comments, details of something you want me to find.
I’ll then hunt it out, catch it, sedate it and provide a humane piccy before releasing it into the wild (orright that was a joke you RSPCA types).
Nahh, really, I shall actually provide a photo of your request, with a description of how bloody difficult it was to find it.
If I can’t find it, then I’ll come up with a really good excuse and maybe even send you a prize for being so clever to outsmart moi (note the emphasis on the maybe, as my guess will be that everyone will outsmart me. And I won’t be able to afford that many prizes).
There’s one rule: You can’t send me on a hunt of landmarks you know aren’t in Australia (e.g. the White House). I might make up some other rules as I go along.
Why a scavenger hunt?
Firstly, I want to prove Australia is the Land of Shopping Centres and Other Stuff. I will repeat the scavenger hunt back in Kyiv, and prove that it’s the Land of Not Much of Anything, Really.
This will keep me busy for a few days and be a bit of fun and all.
Shouldn’t you be busy going out and seeing people rather than scavenging?
Yes. I should. But I’m not. The Hunt will help tear me away from English speaking telly, which I am really loving at the moment. In a way a girl should never love a telly…
So please tell me to go forage.
That’s all the FAQ I can think of.
In other news altogether…
I will disappear this weekend, but you must check in again next week to see photos of my visit to Paradise (where my brother lives). Cream on the travelling cake, people.