We didn’t manage to get ourselves any tiny Australian flags or T-shirts, bikini’s or fake tattoos that bear the Union Jack, the Southern Cross and the Commonwealth Star (Yes, eventually I learned that was what comprises the Australian flag).  We did’t go to the beach, because we didn’t want to be there with the entire population of Sydney.  We missed the ferry races by just a few minutes.  And we missed the fireworks even if we did get stuck on a train home with everyone who went to see them.

So how did we celebrate Australia day?

In short we ate lots of grilled meat, drank beer, played in the park and listened to the top 100 countdown on Triple J (which I was assured by several Aussies is tradition).  Does that remind you of any American summer holidays?  I don’t think that’s a coincidence.  Regardless of hemisphere, everyone loves a good BBQ.