The Glorified Gypsy
The travel writings of a vagabundo
With misty-eyed misguided sentiment perhaps clouding our judgment, we downed our pints and ambled from the leafy civilised back streets of Woollahra to the concrete wind tunnel of the Junkyard, buoyed by the delights of summer. And let me tell you, the Tea Gardens did not disappoint.
Read MoreAs a die-hard backpacker, half the weight of my rucksack is already made up of Maggi noodles anyway, so I’m sympathetic, to an extent, about people prepping for hard times. The threat of coronavirus, however, has caused locals to buy up all the pasta, pasta sauces, rice, and toilet paper in a 10 kilometre radius. Who’d have thought people from Sydney’s eastern suburbs could be so self-absorbed and thoughtless.
Read MoreWhen I handed my CV to the bar manager I was deeply offended when he asked me to show evidence that I had (a) a valid visa, and (b) that the visa had work rights!
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