Well I'm done with Australia, lovely as it was. Now for new, unfamiliar pastures where people speak an unfamiliar tongue (English, apparently) and I develop a new career as a pidgeon. I walk out of the airport and load of drivers pass me around and try to convince me that their taxi ride is the best on offer and probably rip me off (due to my feeble attempts at haggling), before dropping me off at whichever hotel is paying him most. Walking down the street, I am given unsolicited offers for rides, drugs, sex and even (god forgive me) food in exchange for my pocket money (actually, that's not too different to Sydney). I 'm in a smoggy city and crossing the road takes a lot of consideration. I love this place! I actually have my
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