I have to admit I have rarely been in a country where people are so genuinely nice.
The few Canadians I have met make me think the experience in Canada would be similar, but so far Australia definitely leads my chart.
Although we virtually slept at a different place everyday, somehow we managed to get so many random small talks about things ranging from where we are from to Game of Thrones and Teenage t-shirt preferences.
Here is a short story from the last days of our trip in Western Australia, which illustrates our feeling of Australian hospitality.
We were somewhere on the road from Kalbarri to Monkey Mia. It was a scorching hot day, about 42 degrees outside and we still had a long way ahead of us.
We were discussing our next stop, because I had managed yet again to forget the name I wanted to put in our offline map itinenrary, when we saw some young people who had stopped their car on the side of the road.
One of them was jumping and waving at us, so we immediately decided they had some car issue. We stopped to see whether we could help and he came to us chuckling with laughter.
We asked if they needed any assistance. “Oh I was just trying to be friendly.”- he said
Seriously, aussie mates, ignorant as many of you are about European geography, you are my favorite.
Never have I ever 