Got the garlic buds, and juiced 'em. Phew! Powerful odour! This stuff is gonna come in real handy, though...

Then I went to the Royal Botanic Gardens and looked around. It's a beautiful place, not far from that famous opera house in Sydney. They got over 150 kinds of palm trees and some big cycads too. some of these trees are ancient. I couldn't resist climbing the biggest cycad in the bunch, and got a great view from up there. Man, it's times like that that I get nostalgic for the old days back in Africa, before I emigrated to America. You ever swing on a grapevine, you don't forget it. It's like ridin' a bike or blastin' off a 50 cal. clip from a tommygun. It stays in your blood.

What should happen then but the fat lady from the plane with the damn poodle, Desiree', shows up, and the poodle starts barkin' at me. The silly thing thinks it's got me treed! Fat chance. I start pitchin' stuff outa the tree at the little monster and it goes hysterical. This is fun! Just like when I was a kid.

The fat lady drags the dog away, shakin' her fist at me. Tough bananas, lady! I had to put up with your whining for 22 hours.

I ended up just hangin' out in the trees till dusk. It's easy to think up there. Sort of meditative.

Tomorrow I have got to find out more about Fresnelli's business contacts here...and find Magenta.