Sydney, New South Wales
As the airbed on Mark's floor became deflated we moved into a hostel in the ever so slightly seedy area of King's Cross, where if you're not a prostitute, drug dealer or policeman you're a backpacker or a pigeon. Hitting a highly stressful patch in our travels, we decided to do something that has comforted us across the world; no, not abusing alcohol....gawping at strange animals.
Featherdale Wildlife Park (an hour out of the city) allowed Victoria the opportuni...