That’s what my husband asked a fellow (but somewhat younger) hosteller. Hubbie was studying the sky, and the other fellow (Irish, it turned out, to no surprise) was hanging his laundry outside as darkness fell in the Hunter Valley. The Irish guy said, in all seriousness, “is that a pub?”
It is in the mid-30s here in the wine-producing Hunter Valley, 150 km from Sydney.
We have walked through several areas of subtropical rainforest. This was taken from the “skywalk” on Dorrigo National Park on the Waterfall Way going inland from the coast to Armidale.
Approaching Broadwater, we stopped to look at the sugar cane fields along the highway. Pulling onto a side road, we found ourselves in the parking lot of a church undergoing restoration and conversion to another use.
Brisbane’s public transit system includes ferries zipping to and fro up and down and across the river. During commuting hours, there are many more people on board, as the river loops through a population of over 2 million.
I was without internet for nigh 60 hours as we went on a weekend excursion to the Sunshine Coast, a couple of hours north of Brissie. Note that I am catching on to Aussie-speak. The first rule is that fewer simpler syllables are better than long complex ones.
When walking a city for hours with no particular purpose except to get to know the place, one stops and reads plaques and cornerstones.
Australia seems to be prospering, economically, and there are lots of jobs available. We’ve noticed that public money is definitely put into maintaining (and even expanding) the gardens, sidewalks, amenities, public toilets, staffing of information centres, etc. Every Aussie city of any size has a botanic garden, dating to Victorian times. Now, 100+ years later,…
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