I’ve only been to Melbourne, and then only for a couple of weeks. The weather was good, things were very cheap, and most of the people I met were very friendly. Deffo more laid back than in the UK. I loved the ‘no worries mate; she’ll be right’ sort of attitude. Stuff still gets done.
We saw some blokes digging up a road. They’d hit a high-pressure water pipe; there was a fountain 10m or more, into the air. We asked one of them, what had happened. He just shrugged, laughed, and said ‘we f*cked up!’. No point in getting worked up over something they coon’t immediately fix, so they din’t.
So, an overall positive experience. But one thing niggled me, and it was only when I’d got back to the UK, that I realised what it was. Can’t really explain it, but it is to do with culture, history, depth of society, etc. There was just that certain ‘je ne sais quois’, missing. Several Aussies have backed me up on this one, too. That’s why they prefer to live here!
S’all right, but there are quite a few places I’d rather live.