I've had "crad ovaries" and sea cucumber in China, and sweetbreads (calves' testicles) in Germany. In Japan, I ate turtle innards, chicken-butt skewers, and a bizarre dish composed of large, meltingly sweet lumps of beef fat mixed into a broth. In the Middle East, I never got to eat the sheeps' eye I was promised, but I managed to be given a dish made of curdled sheep-milk that was just about as revolting. And nothing comes close to what My One True Love ate in Kyoto - a single oyster that was bigger than his head.
Now, I've got a few new things to add to the list.
The best way to train a dog to find goanna is to burst a goanna's bladder and squirt a bit of the urine up the dog's nose - that way, the dog gets the very essence (as it were) of the animal's scent.
When properly trained, a goanna dog will even go into a burrow and drag the reptile out, or follow it into water to drown it. In Lucky's case, he will corner the animal until his owner arrives, who then shoots it in the head. I admire that efficiency!
This kangaroo comes with its skin still on, and when you're handed your piece of the tail you peel it like a banana, which isn't easy.
You take your bush coconut and smash it in half with a sharp rock. Inside is a yellow grub that has burrowed into the fruit, surrounded by thousands of tiny pink larvae. You scoop out the grub and swallow it down - it provides an excellent source of fluid and nutrition if you're thirsty, and then you use your fingers to grab the larvae and eat them as well.
It's true that in the bush you will never go hungry - as long as you know where to look. For my part, I'd make sure I had a gun and a dog called Lucky as well.