Jacques Cousteau's,
By far the biggest scandal of the Rio Games, so far, must be The Green Diving Pool, for mine.
Reminded me somewhat of Kerosene Creek on the North Island of New Zealand.
Now, if you want really green water, go there.
Chock full of strange life forms.
It's remote and hard to find, but when you plunge in, it is warm, as the stream is bristling with pools of hot thermal springs at about 34 degrees, and yes, it does stink of kerosene.
But the chemical waters are renowned nation-wide for their healing and health giving properties, especially for the physically challenged aka afflicted.
However, there are warning signs that you are never, under any circumstances, to put your head under water.
Kero Creek is seething with weird amoeba, that get in through your mouth, yr nostrils, yr shell-likes, even yr eyes; which then start attacking the brain, and you end up with something akin to Mad Cow's Disease.
Appropriate, really.
Given the Olympic Games are a vast excercise in complete craziness.
And who knew that it takes 11 million litres of the finest water Rio has to offer, to drain and refill a competition diving pool?
Reminded again that the Australian accent and vernacular can get you into innocent, and no so innocent trouble, while overseas.
You are guarateed to have at least one faux pas a day in lands where English is not the mother tounge.
Got no idea who the second-string track and field commentator behind the great Bruce McAvaney on the Ch.7 coverage is, but who ever he is, he has an excellent Strayan accent.
My hearing is not what it used to be, but I swear the other night that when he was referring in Strine to some event, and said so-and-so "looked likely to win the gold for China", it for all the world came out sounding like "The Gold Vagina".
Odd thing language.
Little wonder that non-native speakers with 600 words of English, have simply no idea what Australians are talking about, let alone what they are on about.
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