8 Australia's full of things waiting to sting, prong, chomp, drown, or lay you out with a toxic nip.
People go missing there all the time.
But the beer is cold. The sun mostly shines. And the author figures if he can remember to never leave the asphalt, he just might make it back alive. I turned from the window to give this remark the attention it deserved and found myself staring at the solemn countenance of Allan Sherwin, my English friend and temporary traveling companion. Ten days earlier, on a stopover in London, I had met Allan to discuss some project he had in mind.