Where they love sheep, beer and winning against South Africa. I’m kidding…they never win against South Africa…
(And that caused a minor explosion.)
I’m in Sydney at the moment where a group of guys are shouting at one another in a friendly manner. They must all be deaf, or just have a dark desire to inform random strangers about their weekend. Or maybe they’re just drunk. We all know there is a direct correlation between the amount of alcohol and the volume of your voice.
I’m staying in Coogee beach and please don’t get me started on some of the names they give places down here..
I’m having steak which is priced at the value of a small house where I come from. Fortunately I’ve quit the habit of converting currency because if not, I would certainly starve to death. The guy singing in the corner just finished his set and is packing up. I’m not sure anyone else noticed. It’s eight-o-clock on a Sunday night, so I reckon they’ll probably roll up the streets and switch of the lights soon.
I’ll be visiting Brisbane and Melbourne, so hopefully there will be some blog worthy events happening soon.
At least I have Twitter…