Observations on cold and hot weather clothing

When walking about at night time, Matt and I have often realised with a slight shock that we are not in Canberra. How do we know this? Is it the makeshift barbecues burning in petrol drums? Is it the cute brown kids playing at the sides of the road? Is it perhaps the friendly people who greet us in Tetum, ‘Bonoiti’?

No!

It is the fact that, as we say, gleefully –

‘Hey! It’s night time, we’re going out, and we’re not wearing jumpers, or coats...’

‘-or scarves, or-‘

‘-beanies, and gloves, and jeans...’

‘knee socks...’

‘hot water bottle in underpants...’

The last was Matt’s addition, the last time we went through this list. You may decide for yourself whether or not he was serious.

What I find truly unbelievable is that although I thought this was so funny that I still crack up every time I think of it, a week later, Matt insists that it isn’t that funny, and that other things he says are much funnier (which I don’t laugh at).