Australia is a stranger place. It is the most like England another country could possible feel I think. It is full, well, firstly of us. I work with english people (who all had the same idea), I live with a half english person, I go travelling and meet english people. It is also full of our history, Queen Victoria buildings, Prince Henry Cliff walk, and Queen Elizabeth Road. The coins are stamped boldly with the face of our Queen, and the dollars strangley mimic our pounds and the 50cents are link enlarged 50p hectagons. They even have a national holiday for the birthday of OUR Queen, we don't get that!! My heart warmed a little when I saw that I could take the train to Croydon, which along with many other English place names is immortalized here. It si strange to think on the way past Penrith (lake dist.) or Torquay (Cornwall) that really is what the founders of these places came from and yearned. On the other hand the Australians wear pants, drive on freeways and eat chips out of foil packets so its not quite right. Oh, and the sun shines (one of my favourite bus advertisements here states simply "someone has to look after the English backpackers" It is for suncream). I find it ironic that here we are colloquialy (I would say fondly, but I suspect it is more mocking) referred to as Poms, translated to me as "Prisoners of Mother England". Centuries ago we packed off our convicts here and now the ones are left are all thinking ...dammit, if only my great grandad had been a bit more wayward I could have had all this too!
A little while later (even if I wanted to tell you exactly I can't quite remember any more) I decided to take a trip to the blue mountains. This was partly because in all the excitement of google's inflatable crocodiles, sailing schools and living in a nice apartment I wasn't feeling much like a backer and I was becoming increasingly suspicious that I hadnt seen much of a glimps of Australia at all or met nearly enough random characters. I am extremely glad that I decided to go, because I got the lucky fortune of staying at a fantastic and friendly hostel where they had a fire outside in the evenings and once brewed a big pan of mulled wine just for free :) Also despite a setting out in the rain (again! why does this happen everytime I start walking anywhere?) on my own, ipod plugg
Today, as I write this I
one word gabs...JEALOUS! x
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