Leaving Randwick left me with somewhat mixed feelings. It's the first place that I'm leaving, which means I'm one step closer to the trip being over, but it really wasn't all exciting. Other than the prevelance of El Caminos...
And amazing fashion sense...Wife beaters are everywhere ($40 wife beaters were being sold at the music festival) as are jorts (jean shorts): daisy dukes for the women [Yes!], and rolled up for the guys [wtf??], and weird, random pastel colors:
I gotta say that I'm not really gonna miss Randwick all that much.
Though I do agree that you can never have too many Roman statues in one front lawn...
This pretty much sums it up...
Farewell, Randwick.
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