Then on towards Kangaroo Valley. We had high expectations, so far the kangaroo tally was a measily 2, and they flashed by while we were doing a 100 km/h on a highway. We had visions of thousands and thousands of hopping rabbits on steroids, in Kangaroo Valley, what else to expect.
But...
... it turned out to be dairy country... fryske stamboekvee all over the place... they'd better call the place Cowy Meadows.
In the valley, there is a town, called... you guessed it, Kangaroo Valley. Number of Kangaroos there, 0, like I said, dairy country. A riverwalk was abruptly ended when a Kangaroo Valerion told us off not to go there because of the many deadly poisonous snakes lurking around. Me wearing flipflops, also was not the wisest. So nothing much else left then to visit the town.
The town was... how can I put it... it smelled like elderly.
... the boutiques...
... the newspapers...
... the candies... all fudge... nothing you can break your teath on... the snappy hand by the way is Femkes... free fudge samples for grabs...
... the entertainment ...
... and well...
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