Hi, it’s Greenygrey. It only seems like two days since the last episode of Werewolf of Oz: Fantasy Travel by Google Maps. Maybe that’s because it is! Yes, that’s one great thing about having a late first episode of your favourite werewolf travels Australia to a Wizard of Oz theme travel quest epic comedy classic. And that’s the start of the satire.
This episode combines travel quest with comedy as the questing quartet continue their sea journey up the Oz east coast , with Shell Cove, Warrawong, Wollongong and Scarborough providing most of the wordplay inspiration, supported by a literary nonsense poem perhaps worthy of Edward Lear.
I wouldn’t really call the episode a comedy classic or travel quest epic, but it’s pretty good in a greenygrey hodge-podge of the two.
There’s not much dialogue in this episode. I asked Grey why, and it said their voices felt husky after leaving Huskisson. Enjoy…
Chapter 115. Wall on Gong in Wollongong Keeps us Moving On
We continued travelling north up the east coast, thinking we’d overnight in Wollongong. We stopped in Shell Cove to re-energise, and were served by a friendly snail called Michelle.
Her shell reminded me of lobsters, and I told her I hadn’t seen any around. ’chelle replied with the cove-shaped Ode of Shell Cove:
There were 110 lobsters eating pears
contentedly up a crab-apple tree.
When along came a storm
and swept them out to sea.
They made themselves at home
and decided that’s where they’d be.
I thanked her for letting me know, and providing the energy, before bidding farewell.
War gorillas, War is wrong and Wall on gong
As we passed Warilla we saw gorillas warring on the beach. I was amazed to see this, as the gentle giants are usually very peaceful.
This was confirmed when we reached Warrawong, because the beach was full of gorillas holding a peace protest proclaiming ‘War is wrong’.
Strange events relating to place names seemed to be the theme of the day, because approaching Wollongong we heard a deafening gong sound from that direction. I wondered if we should land at Wollongong, as planned. The decision was made for us when we approached the city, because there was a massive wall all around it, just above the gong.
So we continued past, hearing the gonging grow louder off Wollongong, and reach its decibel zenith parallel with Battery Park. Somewhere between Wombarra and Scarborough we sensed the sounds of silence again.