Why I'm NEVER Going Back to Australia (It's Not What You Think) So, get this. A single loaf of bread in Sydney can set you back ten dollars. Yes. TEN. DOLLARS. I can already hear the excuses: "Oh, but that's just from some fancy artisan bakery in Surry Hills!" Mate, it doesn't matter. It's a flashing red warning light on the dashboard of a country that's driving full-pelt off a cliff. That same loaf of bread costs me about $1.70 here in Bangkok. In Vietnam, it’s a buck. Let that sink in for a second. Look, don't get me wrong. I love Australia. I miss the footy with my mates, the smell of a backyard barbie on a Sunday arvo, and the simple, friendly "how ya goin'?" from a complete stranger. There are days when I genuinely believe it's the best country in the world. So why did I leave? Why did I decide that I'm never going back to Australia? Because the "fair go" has become a fairy tale. The "she'l...
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