New Zealand:
There are, apparently, no European people in New Zealand. (I’ve had people say “But you’re white!” when I tell them I’m from New Zealand)
Everyone in New Zealand was in one of the Lord Of The Rings movies. I’m still waiting for my royalty cheques.
No, I don’t know Tim and Sandra from New Zealand. There’s 4,000,000 people there, spread across two large islands.
The Moa died out centuries ago, sightings by West Coast hunters notwithstanding. It is, therefore, both impractical and impossible for us to ride them.
Sorry, I don’t speak Maori. Do you speak Iroquois? You don’t? Well, there you go.
Australia:
The entire country is not, amazingly, desert. Much of the country outside the inhabited areas on the East Coast is bush, scrub, and so on, and whilst there’s a lot of desert here, it’s a long way from anywhere that anyone on holiday is likely to be, unless you go out of your way to see it.
You can’t drive around the country in four days, I’m afraid.
We don’t barbecue shrimps (prawns) here. It just doesn’t happen.
Very few Australians have convict ancestors.
No-one wears hats with corks on them, except in an ironic or deliberately humorous sense. Similarly, Fosters is not a popular drink here.
Sydney is not the only city in Australia.
Kangaroos are not, as a general rule, kept as pets, despite what you may vaguely recall seeing in Skippy The Bush Kangaroo. Pursuant to that, we do not use Kangaroos for transport, either.
Yes, we have electricity and running water here*.
*Not in Hobart 