I HAD BEEN COOPED UP in an airplane for 15 hours on my flight from the States to Australia — then during my layover I sat under a screen which for eight hours bathed me with the constant flickering glow of the arrival and departure of flights to other far-off lands. I capped it all off with another two-hour flight from Sydney to Hobart, the island’s capital.
By the time I strolled off that plane I was ready to be outside. Here’s what I found.
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