Austalia in the spring of 2002.
Somewhere on the Great Ocean Road, sitting on a bus with other like-minded backpackers as part of the Oz Experience tour.
Our amicable guide was nicknamed “Two Dogs,” for some obscure reason I can’t remember now. He sported a soul-patch on his chin and could pull off some pretty neat stunts with a pair of whips (which he demonstrated at the hostel the night before).