Saturday, 4 July 2015

Stopping in when we see an Australian flag.

Twice now, as we've driven down the road we have come across private residences with an Australian flag. The first time was in Patagonian Chile on a farm on the Carretera Austral, and the second was on a house in a small village in Switzerland. Both times we have stopped to say g'day

The experience has been wonderful. Both times, the residents had spent significant time in Australia, and loved it there. They welcomed H and I warmly. 

I approached these experiences cautiously, not knowing if it was the appropriate thing to do. But then I figured 'what the heck, what's the worse that can happen?'. 

It's been wonderful, and we've resolved that we will keep stopping for these experiences. Also, H has decided he wants a Flemish flag for us in Australia, in the hope that people might stop and say Dag to him. 

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