G’day,
If you’re a regular reader of my ramblings, you probably know I’ve spent a fair bit of my writing time, wearing expat shoes and being quite vocal about the thrills and spills of culture shock – you know – stuff like: what happens when you find yourself catapulted into the arms of another country, anxiously wondering if this is simply a fling or a lasting love affair?
Well, in answer to that – Hong Kong has me in its clutches, but Australia you’ll always have my heart. (Awwww.)
But on a recent trip back Down Under, it was kind of like running into an ex-boyfriend and finding something that had been so familiar, for so long, was suddenly quite alien.
I think it’s what they like to call “Reverse Culture Shock.”
Strewth mate! So where the bloody hell are you? To continue reading click here >>>
