TARO - SWEET AS BRO.

Part one:


Our Part:

In a camp ground in the north of
NEW ZEALAND
Tony and I made dinner from out the back
of our hired station wagon.
Some kids came out of the bushes
and were playing in the toilet block
banging the doors and mucking about
then they came over to us.
'alright, where you folks from then'

'australia'

'oh yeah, what ya doin here then?

'camping'

'Oh yeah, you guys cooking ya dinner then'

'yeah we're cooking dinner'

'I aint ever seen no man cookin dinner, only the woman'

'yeah, men can cook dinner too you know'

'yeah, well I aint ever seen no man cookin dinner- thats mean as
- you guys are too funny-hey you guys cook Taro?'

"nah, tuna salad'

'Yeah, well you guys gotta get you some taro. Tomorrow,
You guys, you go down to the shops
and you buy yourself some Taro and you make a fire
and you get some foil and you put the taro
in the foil and you guys have a mean dinner-
you get yourself some taro you hear,
then you got a man's meal.
you look at us,
we eat taro,
we're tough,
we're strong as,
mean as you hear.''

'alright we'll do that, we'll get some taro'

'yeah, you wrap it up in the foil,
put it in the coals.
then you gotta a meal, not that salad. Taro.'

'Alright thanks'

'yeah choice you guys look after yourself.'

The kid was eleven!
with a gang of under eleven's.
SO
We got taro and we made our selves a meal.

Part two: