Sydney

After spending 2 months in the predominantly rural parts of New Zealand landing in Sydney was like bellyflopping into an iced water bath. It's a bustling metropolis built around a beautiful harbour. It reminds me a bit of London with less busses and more flies. It has good rock oysters, cold beer, some great beaches and an opera house worth writing home about. It also has a bridge that is so cool that before he made his name in Hollywood, Crocodile Dundee was one of the many people who was paid to paint it.

After only a day in Australia I stumbled upon the answer to a question that has troubled me for years. Why are there flies? While travelling through South America I read 'Down Under', Bill Bryson's hugely entertaining take on Australia. He talks about the flies and their ability to get into the mouth or nose of unsuspecting victims. After witnessing this first hand, their purpose finally came to me. People who have a tendency of talking to much are more likely to swallow flies.