Breakfast, the morningpaper and the Dutch are making headlines downunder.
You have to feel utter useless when you failed as a refugee, must be like living in Venlo, having voted for the PVV. But then again, as a failed refugee it must be a good feeling when you can leave that trash behind.
Then we head for the city. We leave our rental behind, it doesn't fit this picture, let alone the city center parking spots.
Some shopping. The marketing department of this store has to be making overtime.
A little later we hit the usual suspects.

And the not so usual... you gotta have balls to wear these 'lucky' charms.
As it turns out, being a living statue is not so challenging down under.
Dinner... wat does an aussie lass do when she can't find anymore food on the plate?
It was a little wonder all the chicks dressed in sailer costumes, mini skirts, latex, and whatever (sorry, no photos, was holding the wifes hand), didn't trigger the fire works a little earlier this evening. 

Then we head for the city. We leave our rental behind, it doesn't fit this picture, let alone the city center parking spots.

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