I’ll say it again. In Australia, everything is exactly the same only exactly the opposite.

This is really the best sentence I can think of to describe my experience with Australia in general. While I was there, I felt like I was home. Only, my house had been magically reversed overnight and all the rooms were flipped to be on the other side of the house. You know what I mean… that dream where you suddenly discover a door in your house that opens up into another new wing of your house, only it’s the opposite. It’s like that. But with land. Bizarro land.

Bizarro land in a good way though.

And sure, I felt this when I saw Christmas decorations involving Santa riding a surfboard. And learned that dogs are cats* there. But it was most obvious when left became right. Or right became wrong. Or whatever it is that happens when you drive on the wrong side of the road.

It’s like this.

Now I am not a fan of the driving. Anywhere. To be honest, I’d much rather not own a car and just walk everywhere I need to go. This is especially true on vacations. At most, I’m a big fan of taxis. But that said, I’ve always kinda wanted to drive on the wrong side of the road. What can I say? Perhaps I just have the personality of someone who likes to take something she doesn’t even like and then make it 100 times harder.

But I’m here to tell you, it was fun.

For starters, it wasn’t nearly as difficult as I thought it would be. In fact, when you go to Australia (and you should totally go to Australia…it’s easier than you think), you should totally rent a car and drive it there. Because it’s easier than you think. (Or possibly because I’m not that hard-core into driving, it was easy for me to release my mind of all the rules and just go with things as they go in Oz.) Plus, it’s fun to get off the path a bit.

In fact, by getting our own car and driving ourselves, we found ourselves in places I never thought I would go.

As things happen, a three-hour drive became a ten-hour trip. Because you never knew what would be around the bend.

And then we’d have to stop and check things out and embrace the day.

Or check out the scenery.

Or follow a new path.

And speaking of new paths, one day we drove two hours out of the way to see the World’s Largest Potato.  So that happened.

Totally worth it. Oh and hi, do you see that parrot flying over my head there. There are the craziest, most beautiful birds you’ve ever seen flying into your path all the time in Australia. In fact, I didn’t even see this bird until now as I was looking at this photo. You have to keep and eye (or a camera) out for the cool birds. They’re basically everywhere.

But mainly I just concentrated on keeping my eyes on the road. And I must say, after driving for almost two days straight, I only really messed up once (turning right, which is the hardest part for sure…but I was in the middle of nowhere and there was no one around. So did it happen? Who knows.) That is, if you don’t count the fact that when I went to turn on the blinker, I turned on the wind shield wipers. Because that happened about 1,000 times.

Small price to pay to end up here.

Or here.

Or here.

Or here.

In fact, I think the two days we drove down to the Jervis Bay area were two of both my and Jenny’s favorite days Down Under. In fact, the 10-hour-round-trip drive down Two Prices Highway was totally worth the trip.

Go Australia.

*P.S. Dogs aren’t really cats in Australia. They’re dingos.  And they want to eat your babies.