G’day, blokes and sheilas. After spending 21 hours in flight accompanied by a bitchy Kiwi stewardess named Phoebe, I suddenly found myself incredibly saddened about our holiday being over and desperately missing a country I had barely gotten to know. So how, you might ask, does one seek comfort and cure those sad Aussie blues? Well, it’s easy really. Simply jump like a joey … ( read more )