That's down under, not home of the Wheelers... although judging from the skid marks and the presence of 'Hoons' (Boyracers/chavs) maybe there are similarities.
It's a pretty mind blowing place and seems just about worth being awake for 24 hours and enduring that hellish flight. I took my first swim in Great White territory today: I was racing my father (he's gone native, hence the trip out here.) in the sea and we briefly went out of our depth before swimming back towards shore. I've got to be honest, I find the whole shark thing hard not to think about when your white pins are kicking away appetizingly in the deep blue.
Hope all junkers are well... I'm off to try and swim at dusk... or maybe not.
J
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