The day started with a small debate regarding the pronunciation of the word Rodeo. My mate Ed was claiming the proper way was Rode-o, meanwhile I was firm in my beliefs that the correct way was to say Ro-de-o, referring to the famous shopping street in Los Angeles (pronounced Ro-de-o Drive). We later learned that we were both right, him being English saying it the English way, and me the American way. I claimed victory since Ro-de-o actually exists in the US, while in the UK all people play darts.
In Tasmania it’s surprisingly popular. The annual Woodstock Rodeo is held on the grounds of a pony club behind the town of Huonville. It was quite a contrast for us coming straight from the forests and Camp Floretine, into the heart of the opposition. The rodeo here being a place where a large percentage of the crowd and participants are pro-logging, and in many cases employed by the logging industry. We did our best to blend in by putting on shits and jeans, and I think we got away with it. I made sure I took my allergy pills, last time I forgot and my face got all swollen and red. That time it was a Zebra, but I didn’t want to push my luck. In the end it all went very well and we had a great day. I’ll try to get the images up on the website as soon as I get a chance.
