So....having been strip searched at immigration control and his baggage searched, our hero - un-reluctant to leave his bottle of "Daddies" sauce with customs - heads off on his first mission.....
THE CORK-ON-A-STRING HAT SHOP
G'day me old dingo's.... betcha didn't recognise t'old Swanny
Funny... it's 127 degrees outside and sure as hell makes the arm-pits stench. Gives a bloke quite a thirst too.
So I pops into this store, walks up to the counter and I just asked the Sheila on the counter for a Cola... and she plonks this little critter in my hands. Damned funniest elephant I ever did see... some blokes gone and swiped it's bloody trunk.