You know you are in the NT when:
- A cop in board shorts thongs a fishing shirt , pork pie hat and high vis jerkin stops you because he is clearing a 4wd UTE that’s rear axle fell off. Then he asks you to run your hazard lights to warn other traffic, while he nicks down to the scene to make sure the clearance is progressing.
- The butcher shop sells buffalo, camel, and Kangaroo sausages, the BBQ ribs are Kangaroo and the steaks are Crocodile
- They are selling large Mangos on the roadside for by $20 a box of 20 six days before Christmas.
- You know your in the NT when the pubs have no walls it’s too bloody hot to have walls and a 6 meter stuffed crocodile sits guarding the entrance.
- You can buy Croc, buffalo and Roo skewers at the takeaway.
- Termite mounds line the roads like an army of terracotta soldiers. Some disguised in clothes to be someone different, even Father Christmas.
- Road trains ply the roads, and Dingoes cross them.
- When you can sit on a wharf and feed big batfish, trevally, queenfish bigger than anything you have caught recently.
- Its still 30 degrees at close to midnight.
When the lifeguard at the local swimming pool tells you she has removed Crocs from the 33 degree pool in the past.