That road to Gundagai, immortalised by song in 1922, leads to classic Aussie pubs.
Why are boys’ weekends heading further afield, taking longer, and packing more action?
New Zealand! [Are you kidding?]
Fo’ sure. Let’s do it.
Yet, we could be anywhere in the world for the same antics to play out. It’s competitive. Even in wine country.
Who takes the wheel on the country roads?
Who can sample the most savvy B without visiting a cellar door?
Who ends up being the designated driver to cellar doors?
Who can stomach the most acrobatic turns in a vintage Tiger Moth aeroplane?
Who dares wins.
[Guess it could have been worse. Could have been Queenstown.]