The wife reckons you can tell someone’s age by mentioning
Kimba. The conversation goes like this:
Them: Where are you from?
Her: Kimba.
(If they were born before 1960, the conversation goes as such.
“Oh, I know Kimba, I went to school with such and such who
came from there. Are they still there? How are they? Weren’t
they in an accident of some sort?”)
If they were born after 1970, the conversation goes as
such.
Them: Kimba?
Her: Yeah, as in Kimba the White Lion.
Them; (“you’re nuts” look in their eyes)
“Kimba the whaaaat?” (slowly backing away.)
But……
If they are children of the sixties, then they get a wistful look
in their eye as the words “Who lives down in deepest darkest
Africa” drift through the cobwebs. They start humming a tune
in their head as visions of the little white lion cub with big
Japanese anime eyes takes those huge leaps across the savannah.
Personally, I think she’s talking rubbish. But maybe
that’s because when I was a kid we didn’t have TV. We
were too poor to have TV. I had to walk 5 miles to school every
day. And then 5 miles home again. Uphill. Both ways. In bare feet
painted black to look like shoes. Through rain, mud and hail. Even
during the drought. Determined look in the eyes. Those were the
days.
The township of Kimba was not, however, named after a Japanese
Anime cartoon of the 60’s and 70’s. It means Bush Fire
in the local aboriginal language. Kimba is also geographically
halfway across Australia. More recently, it has become the eastern
gateway to the Gawler Ranges, passing through several sheep
stations on the way.
The cache is a NANO cache so bring your own scribbling utensil
and please ensure that you roll up the log scroll tightly before
returning it to the canister, so you can get it out again.. The
only other one I have seen like this one is at "CARAVAN" in
Whyalla.
