That mysterious yellow orb in the sky that goes into hibernation each winter? That’s the sun. And although it only makes an occasional cameo appearance each ‘summer’ in some countries, it’s a permanent fixture in Australian skies. Pack sunscreen unless you want your skin to glow a shade of pink that sits somewhere between ‘watermelon’ and ‘lobster’.
Bondi. St Kilda. Cottesloe. Glenelg. Surfers Paradise. Sick of hearing about Australia’s most sparkling strips of sand? Coogee. Wineglass Bay. Cable Beach. With more than 10,000 golden beaches lining the coast, this could go on a while. Whitehaven. Burleigh Heads. Cable Beach…
Well, they are if you can decipher what they’re drawling. “G’day mate, how’s it goin’” (pronounced something along the lines of “Giddaymart howzitgarn”) roughly translates to “Good day, old chap, pleased to make your acquaintance”. Sentences like “Fair dinkum, ya bogan, chuck your grog in the esky” require some more advanced linguistic analysis.
This place is David Attenborough’s wildest fantasy. Kangaroos, wombats, koalas, sea lions, echidnas, platypus, emus, and a furry little fella called the quokka (pictured), who you’ll find bouncing all over Rottnest Island in Western Australia.
Australia is famous for animals that want to kill you, and you can even swim with sharks and crocodiles Down Under. Back home, on the other hand, the most dangerous animal you’ll ever encounter is some sauced-up Geordie in a kebab shop late on a Saturday night.
If your definition of an outdoor activity is sinking pints in the outside section of Wetherspoons, you need to be introduced to the Australian lifestyle. Surfing, swimming, kayaking, cycling, hopping around in a kangaroo’s pouch like they do in cartoons, you name it.
Planning a summer vacay to Europe to indulge in the continent’s delectable delights? Pfft, who’d take Parisian bistro or Spanish tapas when there are sausages waiting to be sizzled on the barbie Down Under?! Australia: the global capital of culinary sophistication.
You’ve seen the Foster’s ads: Australians can’t get enough of the amber liquid. Except Foster’s. We don’t drink that crap.
To say Uluru is just a rock is like saying the Taj Mahal is just a temple, or the Colosseum is just a stadium, or Donald Trump is just a bit of a bad bloke – a big, fat, whopping understatement. And that’s not to mention the miles upon miles of otherworldly terrain that fills the centre of Australia.
There’s the ancient Daintree rainforest crawling with crocs next door to the Great Barrier Reef, the wild Kakadu National Park in the Northern Territory, and pretty much the entire state of Tasmania. Hey, it even snows in some alpine areas of Australia – seriously, they’re calling Thredbo the new St Moritz.
The drive from Sydney on the East Coast of Australia to Perth in the Wild West covers well over 3900km, which is pretty much the same distance that separates Moscow and Madrid. And all that country means a whole lot of epic road trips in between – don’t miss the scenic seaside Great Ocean Road in Victoria, in particular.
The best part of an Aussie road trip? Passing through towns named things like Tittybong, Delicate Nobby, Poowong, Bubble Bubble, Cock Wash, Pisspot Creek and Mount Buggery. No joke.
There are so many British backpackers filling Bondi and Coogee that they should give Sydney’s Eastern Suburbs a UK postcode. You’ll find it easy to make new mates when you book your bed with YHA Australia, which has a network of 70-plus great value hostels located in every corner of the country.
Heading to Australia? Say g’day to YHA.