Canberra: Why wait for death?

This title was taken from the Bill Bryson book, Down Under. Yes, there is quite a tradition to slagging Canberra! Before I get back to Canberra, I better acknowledge the fact that the photo is not from that fine town, but an action shot of Henry in motion. I figured that even reading about Canberra is dull enough to kill elephants, so I'd best give you folks something interesting to look at.

So I did finally make it to Canberra! As you can see in the photograph below, the whole plane is absolutely over the moon at the prospect of a day in such an exciting place.

Some people reckon that the name "Canberra" means 'meeting place' in the Ngunnawal language, with reference to the various transcriptions of Kambera (alternatively spelt Kamberra, Nganbra or Nganbirra). However, my sources - high up in the indigenous community - reckons that this is a mistranslation. They claim that the actual meaning of the name is "cake eating" (at a meeting). They attribute this mistranslation to the fact that "a guy was sick that day".

I can believe that.



So that wraps up my discourse on Canberra. I did consider taking a few snaps of the city itself, but didn't.

The circumstances and reasoning behind that decision are multifaceted and complex. In order to keep things interesting - and again, we're talking Canberra here - I have given you the choice of the most palatable option for yourself. Pick the one that most satisfies you, and we'll be right!

a) I ran out of film.
b) I couldn't be arsed.
c) Work, work, work...
d) It's Canberra! Why on Earth would I take photographs of Canberra?!? I don't want to lose readers!