No surprises with the title of this post that you find your correspondent ensconsed in a hotel room.
In Canberra. The bush capital.
So much a bush capital that I spied a dead kangaroo on one of the medium strips on the way in from the airport. It looked odd on the lush green lawn of the strip, I’m more used to seeing them on the soft gravel edge of a country highway.
I wonder if they’ll clear it away before the dawn breaks…
I haven’t spent a lot of time in Canberra.
Are there shops?
I assume there must be but I didn’t see anything but office blocks on the way to the hotel.
There’s not a lot of neon in Canberra.
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The hotel room is very nice. The sheets are crisp and white. The bed – king-sized – is on a raised dais. I feel as if I’m on the set of a porn film.
A very beige porn film with a contrasting throw over the foot of the bed.
And that’s appropriate as Canberra is the porn capital of Australia as well isn’t it.
It’s hard to imagine frankly.
Apart from the raised dais and the king-sized bed, the neat streets, dead kangaroos notwithstanding, seem an unlikely location for vice.
I’m here for two days. Any suggestions for fun things to do? Places to shop?
Not porn, though, thanks.
