By Catherine Deveny... When I was young and beautiful (OK, not beautiful, just thinner with better hair) I did my share of travel. I remember meeting a young Norwegian guy in Shanghai who asked me what the drinking age in Australia was. I told him 18. "Enforced?" he asked, "Yes," I replied, "They make us drink".
My most recent travel experience took me to Toora, a spec of a town in Gippsland. Why Toora? For no other reason than Toora is "a root" spelt backwards. We stayed in cabins with decor that could best be described as a cross between a prison visiting room and a psychiatric ward. Smell that sweat and cigarette smoke embedded in the lino. Toora: Toorak without the K.
There's nothing like travel to bring out the racist in you. Like many who travel abroad, I'm constantly consumed by hatred of Australians. Loud drunken bogans whose nasal accents cut through the humid Phuket air l
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