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My first arrival in Sydney is mid-winter. July. Its chilly and occasionally wet most days but the sun is pushing through as the days pass. Several thing stand out here: its an incredibly compact City - the central area being no more than a few miles square.Within this area are innumerable galleries, museums, transport options, backpacker hostels and hotels (i.e. pubs). The people are a mix of non-indigenous Caucasians, non-indigenous Asians and non-indigenous Lions fans. In fact, the week of my arrival, not only do I see drab skies, rain and traffic jams, I also see more Brits than you can shake a small didgeridoo at. |
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