Sydneyland
September 19th 2006 My glee at snagging an emergency exit row seat for the flight to Sydney evaporated as soon as I saw the corpulent gentleman who would be my neighbour. He subsequently added farting, snoring, and armrest-hogging to his list of neighbourly defects. Fortunately I only had to put up with 10 hours of this before arriving into the cool of a Sydney spring evening.
The city, at least to this tourist'
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