Swimmers ‘ere

As you may know, for exercise I partake in the age old tradition of trying not to drown. Apparently so does every Australian. There is an outdoor lane pool about 30min walk from where I’m currently staying and it’s serving many an advantageous purpose:

1) Keeping me healthy with the brisk walk to and from the pool, as well as the swim.
2) Quickly getting me caught up on on my tan while I swim. I’ll turn my pasty angel food cake complexion to a rich black forest cake in no time.
3) Giving me the chubs. Allow me to explain… In Canada, the key demographic for swimming is fat old men who have worn out their joints working in the sulphur mines and are turning to swimming as a last-ditch effort to pull their hearts back from the brink of being clogged completely shut with bacon fat. In Australia, hot, thin, and young men and women swim to assert their sexuality. Also, they don’t smell like sulphur or leave bacon-grease slicks in the pool.

Hopefully my cardiovascular health isn’t outweighed by the skin cancer I will inevitably end up with.

~tony