I have to admit, the English side is a lovely and dream evolving as any one can possibly imagine. Hannah (whom I had met in Cambodia the prior year) had offered to put up with me for my first few nights. The crisp mornings and green rolling country side was enough to make any one feel they were living a real life sense and sensibility. Minus Mr. Darcy, there was Ali, who proceeded to out do herself with home cooked meals every night. And if anyone knows me, I am a sucker for a good cook. I was spoilt; I had my own room in a beautiful (massive) house and meals. Oh… did I mention pints? Hannah showed me pub, after pub after pub. The “English” pubs in Australia do no justice. These small and often
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