Well now, We've got young Marc - the son of one of B's cousins who married a Frenchman coming out here on Tuesday -- we think with a friend. We haven't seen him since he was 12 or thirteen, when I made him kiss a catfish (you have to kiss fish you are putting back good-bye. Try not to give tongue on the first date.)
Someone asked how we would recognise him... which is interesting. He can hardly look for hairy beared folk because the island seems to draw them. And here they're probably called Dave. It's a IIRC 18 seater plane. I figured we'd work on the under 30 Male we DON'T know will be Marc.
Barbs, ever pragmatic, went and looked at the picture on facebook.
Let's see. Maybe I convince the boy echidna cuddling is an important Tassie ritual ;-)