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Fucking austrian village little girls
Fucking austrian village little girls











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There’s no doubting that Australia has some fantastic traditional foods that are further complimented by the countless multicultural influences that have emerged over the past 40-50 years, but sit down restaurants and expensive eateries abound. To me, there is no better window into the culinary culture of a country than the cheap eats that locals cook and eat on crowded side streets.įrom the foul bondeggi(boiled silkworm larvae) in South Korea to the orgasmic lamb skewers in China’s Xinjiang province sampling street food is a favorite way to embrace local culture and one of the first opportunities I afford myself to step away from tacky Western franchises and into the world I’ve placed myself in. Let’s start small with something relatively innocuous. “Why do you travel so much? You’re from Australia! I’d kill to live there!” Get that idea out of your head right now.īut I’d be lying if I said a big part of the reason I travel isn’t my reluctance to live full time in Australia. I don’t travel because I hate Australia or Australian life. I love my sleepy mountain hometown in that conflicted way that most travelers do. The curtains stir with a breeze carrying the sweet smell of pollen whipped up from the gardens lower on the hill and in the distance the incongruous sounds of cars and cattle reach my ear. My family are undoubtedly the thing I love most about Australia.įor those curious, this morning it’s remembering what it felt like to sprawl out on my bed in Glen Innes after a shower on a warm spring day. I could wax lyrical about the many beautiful cities I’ve visited (or have yet to visit), the natural beauty that exists in abundance, the fantastic foods, the wonderful people, the epic sporting confrontations, the quirks, the traditions, the holidays, the weather, and the thousand little things that slip my mind most of the time and then leap back into my mind on some random autumn morning here in China. I could think of 10,000 reasons why I love living in Australia. Before you leap down my throat and accuse me of being un-Australian (the worst of all insults that can be hurled at an Aussie native), I want to preface this by saying one thing:













Fucking austrian village little girls