Australia holds three arcs in one country. Sydney is Blanche’s city, the harbor light that is not European and undoes her at dusk. Melbourne is Hazel’s, the one she recognizes from the first afternoon. The country pulls them both past every category they arrived with, Uluru and the Great Barrier Reef and the Barossa, and the afternoon a man from near Wodonga calls Blanche the old cheese and Hazel says nothing at all.
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Sydney, Blanche’s city
The harbor at dusk, one of the great views she has kept a ranking for
The Australian pharmacy, evaluated with full attention
The Surry Hills coffee, a culture worth respecting
The harbor-view bathroom assessment
Melbourne, Hazel’s city
The laneways, the city she recognizes from the first afternoon
The Melbourne food scene she did not see coming
The Sydney to Melbourne leg, and Hazel’s one word on the rivalry
The country
Uluru, which neither of them tries to find words for Book →
The Great Barrier Reef, the most serious Hazel has been about sunscreen Book →
