I've just been enjoying the story about the rescue of two Australian miners after being trapped for two weeks underground. It was somehow characteristic of the country that they walked out of the mine, seemingly well, and went home from hospital after a few hours. Apparently one of them wanted to stop off for fast food on the way to hospital.
Having been out to Oz last year to visit relatives, this story seems so typical of the place and people - problems are to be overcome, so you can get on with the next bit of life. The Prime Minister of Australia called it a 'triumph of Australian mateship'.
No wonder they call us whinging Poms.