And Kulfi means ice-cream. So, Chai tea and Kulfi ice-cream are something that in German we would call 'doppelt gemoppelt'. And if you try either, you have to realize immediately how much the standards in Chinese and Indian flavours, respectively, differ from the European. Which in my mind also includes the Australians with their beans and sausages for breakfast, fish and chips for lunch and vegemite on toast for dinner. Reminds you of someone? I guess the heritage here is pretty obvious. But then, compared to other northern European countries, on top of that you also find an assortment of vegan options in even the most remote places. As in Mareeba, a small country town in the tablelands consisting of simple one-storey buildings along a deserted, but well-maintained main road that invites the occasional tourist to dine in one of their state-of-the-art facilities, aka McDonalds and Burgerking. Ignoring the temptation, we drove along until we found the drive-in movie theatre just on the outskirts of the town. We parked backwards, sat in the trunk of the van and watched happily two rather predictable kids' movies, munching on popcorn and vegan burgers, while a light drizzle brought a brisk wind and turning my head to watch the stars above kept me from falling asleep during slow parts of the plot. Curiously, so far, I had always imagined that only countryside American teenagers visit drive-in movie theatres; probably a result of my Hollywood-dominated film consumption. Who'd have known that I would make this experience while living in the Australian rainforest? Or that I would watch a wood-chopping competition one day? Another scenario which was so far confined the products of American film-studios. But there it was, during the Mossman show. As each Australian city has an equivalent on a different day of the year, conveniently turned into a local public holiday such that all ages of citizens will have the chance to attend, it's final date initially caused some confusion between the residents. And even though I got my expectations significantly lowered by several individuals, I figured that I had to take the opportunity and immerge myself into the local culture. And there was that feeling again as if I had crossed an invisible border from this universe to another one, where your ability to split a tree trunk with an axe is cheered upon loudly, where cake-baking, crochet and who-has-the-biggest-pumpkin prize-winners are admired feverishly, and a motorcycle stunt-duo causes eyes staring widely and mouths drooling carelessly. And while I enjoyed this rare entertainment of loud music and flashing lights, I was only relieved when I finally managed to get a ride back into the calmness of the rainforest.