In Space No One Can Hear You Scream....

...and in Australia, no one drinks Fosters....ever!

However, drink they do, and as the dinner I was at wound down tonight and one of the key crew members fell down the stairs, I realized that no matter how high up you get, nor no matter where you go - people are people and film crews are film crews (meaning good drinkers!)

The trip continues to be great and tomorrow, tonight, whatever depending where you are, Friday night I'm going to a Twenty20 Cricket Match here in Melbourne. It's India visiting Australia in front of a crowd of 90,000+ people. I've been doing my homework and as I type this am watching a cricket match so I have half a clue as to what the hell is going on. Regardless, I'm going to be a part of one of the most controversial, exciting, anticipated matches of the season. I intend to drink plenty of beer (not Fosters) and even have a meat-pie to have the full experience and enjoy the match.

Australians are incredibly friendly, fun, warm people and I am going to be very sorry to leave here in a few days. However, the trip has been great and I am already looking forward to my next trip back, whenever that may be.

Good on ya' dear reader and g'day/g'night