East Coast FFFAT

Continuing on the east coast friends and family free accommodation tour, we duly turned up on the doorstep of Big Damo and Big Ezza to ruin their domestic bliss. Main items on the agenda included drinking lots of Coopers Pale Ale, eating snags in the backyard, playing touch rugby (a faux pas we paid for with the loss of walking ability for a few days), doing some museums and exploring the deserted, tumbleweed-strewn, ghostlike streets of the nations capital city.

It's a strange place Canberra. It's difficult to dislike the place as there's nothing much to dislike. It's difficult to get over excited about the place as there's nothing much to get over excited about. It's quite pleasant, if unspectacular, and reeks (in a rather pleasant fashion) of bland, neutral, insipid neutrality. Guess it's kinda like Switzerland...erm, but without the mountains, chocolate, cheese fondue, army knives, offshore bank accounts and cuckoo clocks (Jools: shut up Kev)

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