



Canberra : fishbowl of Australia.
So the plan was to take a day trip to Canberra to see the art exhibition 'Masterpieces of Paris'. Sounds pretty straight forward yes?
On arrival to Canberra we decided to take a chance to find the gallery ourselves. This turned out to be a bad idea firstly because the GPS was not able to recognise the address of the gallery (an omen perhaps?) and secondly , every road went around in circles and took us in the complete wrong direction.
Regardless of attempts to try different things we seemed to continue to be lost.
After an hour of circular driving an emergency call to the tourist information centre was in order.
Moderately helpful but still not comforting enough so called my dad for a in-depth description of the most direct route. With grumbling tummies and drivers fatigue we finally reached the destination , phew the hard work was over and it was going to be easy from this point onwards. Or so we imagined....
Then we decided we needed some sustenance , so we ventured into town to again fail to find any cafe that was open , everything was a bar , and Canberra it seems stops at a halt after 2:30 pm.
Another hour and we finally find some food.
Now we headed back to the gallery only to be greeted by a 2km line with a 2.5-3 hour waiting time.
After lining up for about 5 minutes we were advised to leave and return on Sunday as the gallery would be closed by the time we were able to enter. Damn it . However we are a flexible unit and we thought fine... lets go make the most of it and find a skanky hotel .
In short after again driving all over Canberra for another 2.5 hours - running into every single hotel, we found out from a few hotel receptionists that Canberra was officially booked out , not one room left , nil, nothing . It was now 6:30pm.
Now tired , fatigued and completely disillusioned by Canberra's non-accessibility we decide to basically head home and hope we get lucky somewhere.... before we have to consider bunking down in the MacDonalds car park for the night - this was a very real option at this point. Caramel Sundae anyone?
So driving back to Sydney we see a road sign that points to a small town called Collector with a sign indicating accommodation. We turn left in hope of finding anything , stable , shack, caravan park ...we were willing!
After about 1 minute we find The Bushranger's Hotel, it is here i begin to concoct a speech of desperation in my head , i was willing to beg for a room , wash dishes , pay a large sum of money , show some cleavage and so on....
Luckily i didn't have to stoop to this as there were rooms available !!!!!! The glory , the joy.....we were back.
So this pub was/is amazing , in fact it was one of the coolest places we have stayed , friendly owners, pool table, chandeliers, red velvet, great food , and it was 150 years old so it had more history than you could poke a stick at - not too mention it was haunted . They had a dvd playing on the big plasma screen in the lounge showing a psychic medium going through the hotel talking about the ghosts and the criminal events of the past which had taken place in the rooms and grounds of the hotel . Ok so we found a great place , but maybe sleep won't be high on the agenda tonight. eek.
Next day ( 2 hours sleep for me , Lozzy just got drunk - very wise ) we headed off to the exhibition .
Thats some commitment for you.
And again we were greeted by the 3 hour line , and yes we waited 3 hours . But it was nice in some ways because we made friends with people and it made it seem like it was pretty special.
All in all the exhibition was amazing and we felt very accomplished - and maybe we wouldn't of felt so proud and achieved if it had gone so smoothly
........so in retrospect i wouldn't of changed a thing.
except i won't be going to Canberra anytime soon, at least not without a Winnebago.