Covered with kangaroos indeed. The damned giant rats seem to enjoy leaping in front of cars at every opportunity. Stupid critters. Dingos, perhaps, but not nearly enough of the baby-eating variety. And croc hunters? Pretty rare, except for that one disgraceful jackass who shall remain nameless.
I’ll be damned if I know what vegemite is made from, but I can confirm that it tastes utterly horrid. It’s… more powerful than you’d expect. Imagine drinking vodka while under the impression that it’s water.
Indeed, people are quite fond of the term “G’day”, which is almost exclusively followed by “Mate” (recipient’s gender permitting). Primarily a ‘country’ tradition, but used pretty much everywhere.
I wouldn’t say the Australian accent was anything like the English. For starters, we actually pronounce the ‘H’ at the beginning of each word (where applicable).
“'Ave you seen my new 'at? Innit 'ilarious then?”
Instead, we’re guilty of underemphasizing the letter ‘R’, and in some cases dismissing it entirely.
“Let’s go for a drive in my new ‘cah’”
And it’s “Bloke”
Shotguns? I don’t know, in my experience most farm owners have a rifle of some kind stashed away in plain view of the children, but no shotgun. Bare in mind also, Australia has one of the lowest gun-to-people ratios of any first-world country - you only hear about the stereotypical farm-folk.
Rabbits are again more of a country thing, but flies certainly are quite the bother. I’ll be damned if I’m ever going to wear a hat with corks hanging from it, so I’ll just stay inside where possible for the rest of summer.
Most of the animals and towns in Australia were named by the aborigines, so they do have fairly unusual names. I think that was our way of making peace with them after stealing all this land and shamelessly belittling them. “Ok, ok, you get to name our capital city, several of our towns, and … let’s hear what you currently call these bizarre creatures around the place.”