Sydney, New South Wales
And so to the land down under,
The Australian tourist authority, rather nicely I thought, sent an Australian cliche to meet me at the airport. A man, with the look of Mick Dundee, in full khaki regalia asked if he may just squeeze past me in his indigenious brogue "Scuse I there matey mate!" at what was later recorded as 4.3 on the richter scale off the coast of Java.
When I arrived at my lodgings in Sydney (the house of Miss Jo 'Sparrow' Liddle's fath...