Seems like I'm always at Sydney bloody airport. Feels like I know this place back to front cos I've spent too much time here - its just like the local mall. But worse. Nervous people, metal detectors, coaarrfee, duty free, and smell of burnt meat from Mackers.
Today ALL the service ppl at Mackers are teenage muslim girls in full on black burkas, v interesting. Given that most of what they sell at this time of day is bacon mcmuffin. as long as you don't eat it i suppose its ok. Else where in the food hall I see a Thai family woolfing down some krispy kremes, caucacians slurping wonton soup and pacific islanders picking on sushi. I love it! Yesterday I was pumped full of vegemite on toast, wedges with sour cream, tequilla shots and home made pizza. That should set me up for a while eh.
Koala Republic is a brand of aussie merchandice, from tinned macadamias (at $15 a pop for a coke size tin), camel jerkeys, mini bag of tim-tam & vegemite care package, black liquorice (tho as a kiwi i know that its from Levin), and toxic looking sugar coated fruit rolls. They hike the price up and target tourists cos they are tourists. Next to the Koala Republic shelf a row of stuffed toy kangaroos and wombats sits there adoringly. Made in China. Which the Chinese tourists will buy back to China.
They say as they jet off: "Bye for now, Koala Replublic".
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