An Australian tour guide was showing a group of American
tourists the Top End. On their way to Kakadu he was describing the
abilities of the Australian Aborigine to track man or beast over land,
through the air, under the sea.
The Americans were incredulous.

Then later in the day, the tour rounded a bend on the highway and
discovered, lying in the middle of the road, an Aborigine.
He had one ear pressed to the white line whilst his left leg
was held high in the air. The tour stopped and the guide and the
tourists gathered around the prostrate Aborigine.
"Jacky," said the tour guide, "what are you tracking and what are
you listening for?"
The aborigine replied, "Down the road about 25 miles is a 1971
Valiant Ute. It's red. The left front tyre is bald. The front end is
out of whack and it has dents in every panel. There are 9
blackfellas in the back, all drinking warm sherry. There are 3
kangaroos on the roof rack and 6 dogs on the front seat."
The American tourists moved forward, astounded by this precise and
detailed knowledge.
"Goddammit man, how do you know all that?" asked one.
The Aborigine replied, "I fell out of the F--- thing about half an hour ago!"