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There is something liberating about driving on the wrong side of the road.
Alan and David had exhausted the delights of Sydney - or perhaps simply outstayed their welcome - but thankfully it was a large landmass and there was more to be seen. So they drove on the wrong side of the road headed to the Sunshine Coast and the promise of the more exotic side of Australia in the Forest Glen Deer Sanctuary, where it was promised that they would find not only Deer but also Kangaroos, Koalas, Emus and more.
They'd seen the Opera House. It was weird looking. They saw the bridge. It was a weird looking bridge. They'd climbed said bridge - it was a large, high, weird looking bridge which at the moment had a rather large, weird and obnoxious disco ball hanging from the side. It was undeniably a beautiful harbour, in spite of the weird looking bridge and opera house.
They ate fish and chips in an open cafe on the edge of the harbour. They had yum cha in Chinatown. They consumed a large amount of Tapas in the Spanish district - which was only two blocks from Chinatown and the memory of yum cha. Pizza in Norton St. Breakfast at Bondi. Beer everywhere along the way. It seemed the Australian thing to do.
The beer was so cold, the weather was so hot and they spent another two days lying on the beach while David wrote postcards he couldn't be bothered mailing. He rang Lilah from the top of Centrepoint tower and read hers to her instead. She asked him what he had bought her, he replied - An Australian Orphan on the blackmarket.
And so, sunburnt but reasonably pleased with themselves, they drove towards the promise of the authentic Australian experience. Driving down the freeway they got their first glimpse of Australian wildlife as they passed the remains of kangaroos, wombats and koalas along the roadside.
The drive took a little longer than expected as David insisted driving out of their way to visit the vast array of big things Australia has to offer. They did not disappoint. They were truly big, absurd and pointless - qualities that David felt were much more suited to the spirit of a vacation that the sophisticated galleries, gardens and guided tours that so often populate the holiday experience. Besides - the photo opportunities were priceless.
"This McDonalds tastes weird." David said, watching Australia fly by the passenger window. "I guess that's the taste of Australia."
Alan and David had exhausted the delights of Sydney - or perhaps simply outstayed their welcome - but thankfully it was a large landmass and there was more to be seen. So they drove on the wrong side of the road headed to the Sunshine Coast and the promise of the more exotic side of Australia in the Forest Glen Deer Sanctuary, where it was promised that they would find not only Deer but also Kangaroos, Koalas, Emus and more.
They'd seen the Opera House. It was weird looking. They saw the bridge. It was a weird looking bridge. They'd climbed said bridge - it was a large, high, weird looking bridge which at the moment had a rather large, weird and obnoxious disco ball hanging from the side. It was undeniably a beautiful harbour, in spite of the weird looking bridge and opera house.
They ate fish and chips in an open cafe on the edge of the harbour. They had yum cha in Chinatown. They consumed a large amount of Tapas in the Spanish district - which was only two blocks from Chinatown and the memory of yum cha. Pizza in Norton St. Breakfast at Bondi. Beer everywhere along the way. It seemed the Australian thing to do.
The beer was so cold, the weather was so hot and they spent another two days lying on the beach while David wrote postcards he couldn't be bothered mailing. He rang Lilah from the top of Centrepoint tower and read hers to her instead. She asked him what he had bought her, he replied - An Australian Orphan on the blackmarket.
And so, sunburnt but reasonably pleased with themselves, they drove towards the promise of the authentic Australian experience. Driving down the freeway they got their first glimpse of Australian wildlife as they passed the remains of kangaroos, wombats and koalas along the roadside.
The drive took a little longer than expected as David insisted driving out of their way to visit the vast array of big things Australia has to offer. They did not disappoint. They were truly big, absurd and pointless - qualities that David felt were much more suited to the spirit of a vacation that the sophisticated galleries, gardens and guided tours that so often populate the holiday experience. Besides - the photo opportunities were priceless.
"This McDonalds tastes weird." David said, watching Australia fly by the passenger window. "I guess that's the taste of Australia."