There wasn't very much to see at the bush market but probably cos it was so spaced out at the Botanic Park. And Phill overheard a man saying to his family, "let's get out of this hell hole". I suppose the really hot, sweltering weather didn't help it either. We stayed for close to an hour and spend nearly half of the time watching several young performers doing a Pacific Island dance to celebrate the cultures of the three Commonwealth nations we adopted - Niue, Tuvalu and Kiribati (pronounced Kirbaas).
A pic of a chainsaw artist at the bushmarket.
In the afternoon, after unsuccessfully wating 45 minutes for the shuttle bus, Phill drove to Merrijig (about 10 mins away) to the rodeo. We didn't stay long either, about an hour, cos we were so tired and sapped of our energy due to the day's heat. But whatever we saw - the ladies barrel races, the bull rides and the break away roping was good. Cos I was standing near the barricades separating the arena and the audience seating area, I was quite scared when one of the bulls came charging in my direction after throwing off his rider. It was a big, black and fierce bull that didn't quietly and easily go into its pen. It circled the arena, huffed and puffed and took some time before it went to its pen. It really did put on a performance. The other bulls weren't as scary.
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