Big things afoot.
Australian tourist traps seem to have this senseless fascination for "Big Things." Let me give you a quick summary:
There are countless others, but you get my drift. And the one thing all of these crappy tourist attractions have in common is that the towns which host them contain absolutely nothing which might be worth any comment whatsoever except for the Big Thing, and the only real comment you can make about the Big Thing is, "My god, what were they thinking?" And that's especially true for Sydney.
This particular Big Thing doesn't even have a town surrounding it. It's about 30 kilometers from the nearest evidence of civilization, on a turn-off from the main highway between Melbourne and Adelaide. You can buy petrol, snack food and crappy "Big Koala" merchandise, and that's about it.
I mean, what's the friggin point?
There's a sign stuck to the door at the base of the Koala which announces for all the world that the business is for sale. And would you blame them for wanting to get rid of it? The only thing is, that sign was there last time I saw the Big Koala: Three years ago. So do you blame anyone else for not wanting to buy it?
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