Friday was Straya Day proper, and I proceeded to sunbathe, watch the cricket (for what it was worth!), have a BBQ and then, once darkness had fallen, joined the people of Canberra who had come out of hiding for a fireworks display on the lake. Just a short stroll from home, the walk to the lake took me past Old Parliament House, which was looking sedate.

As well as the fireworks, there was also a “dump and burn” from a fighter jet, which lit the sky like a rocket and was as loud as a hundred galahs multiplied by a thousand cockatoos listening to Rolf Harris plays Metallica at full blast.


The next day took in a few more Aussie icons,
courtesy mostly of the National Museum of Australia, which I visited for the first time. It is around on the north western part of the lake, so I cycled in what turned out to be a strong headwind, taking in more decorations and signs of Australian-ness on the way.


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