Sydney - Canberra
Trip Start Jan 2003
200Trip End Dec 2003
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After spending today sussing out the Sydney car situation, we've radically changed our plans, We've seen the Kings Cross car market (where all backpackers sell their cars) and spoken to the other vendors. I have absolutely no desire to join them (people who have been there a week without anyone showing the slightest bit of interest) and consequently Kirsty and I are taking Roland and continuing our journey. We'll hopefully sell him in Melbourne but if not the three of us will return to Sydney and confront the less than desirable task of taking him to a dealer or basking in the concrete surroundings of a multi-storey car park.
Having resolved that issue, temporarily anyway, we picked up a surprise guest (Bart - friend from university), scared V shitless by 'smuggling' him into the house and went out for our last night together
Day 178 - 179 - Sydney - Canberra
The road from Sydney to Canberra was lacking in interest although we made the obligatory detour for the "Big Merino Sheep" (absolutely huge and therefore great). I can't say Canberra has ever really appealed and I've never met anyone who has raved about it. Consequently expectations were low. In reality, what we've seen so far has been lovely, the people particularly friendly and we haven't even seen any of the tourist attractions. We're staying in what is probably Australia's premier hostel (heated swimming pool, spa, sauna & gym) and we've both thoroughly relaxed - no longer having to car about what anyone else wants to do or what they think. Instead we've spent our time wandering Canberra's near deserted streets, aimlessly shopping and getting a few chores done.
The city centre is modern to say the least and full of bizarre touches. I guess the planners were given a blank canvas and the goal of creating a place full of supposedly hip and wacky things. The result for me has been a mixture of bewilderment and paranoia. It's odd when you first notice a statue of a sheep bearing its arse on a park bench, weirder to see cutlery welded to every drain covering and frankly alarming to have sensors on walls and pavements which trigger voice recordings of' "Oi, where do you think you're going?", "Come back here" and "Oh look, he's turning round now" as you meander past. Depending on which way you look at it, Canberra is either a disastrous or perfect place to lose your faculties.