Rach... Ian drove us out of Sydney in our rented Toyota Corolla. It appears that the controls for the blinkers and the windscreen wipers are reversed on Japanese cars, so although the navigation was flawless, junctions involved much squeaking of dry rubber on glass, and accompanying swearing. Thank God it never rained. Sydney’s suburbs hardly fizzle out before Woollongong starts. Woollongong is a massive industrial city, and everyone who lives there must surely be peeved that Sydney always steals their thunder. After Woollongong things finally start to get more rustic, and by the time our hunger pangs kicked in, we found ourselves in a pleasant fishing village, which provided a suitable venue for our lunch. Our target for this first day of driving was a seaside resort called Bateman’s Bay, which sounded from the guide
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