I live on the lower North shore and in the past few years it has dawned on me that I have staked a fairly clear territorial boundary for myself. I realise now that this boundary is causing me to miss out on some of the greatest experiences Sydney has to offer.
I am currently eating the best roast pork in the world. The taste is byond belief. I have just eaten a whole tub of it... next in line is the tub of roast duck. Followed closely by the Turkish delight, Vietnamese pork buns and topped with a Turkish coffee. I have just returned from a very interesting trip to Auburn, yet another enclave in Sydney's sprawling west.

A mosque in Auburn, Sydney
Mum has been pushing for me to go visit this suburb for a while now. For years she has been coming home with amazing meat and vege discoveries and thought that it was time to share the experience. They say that 70% of Auburn were either born overseas or speak english as a second language, from what I saw it looked more like 98%. Vietnamese, Cambodians, Sudanese, Lebanese, Chinese, Turks and Koreans live side by side, the cultures blending together into the free flowing vibe that Australia prides itself on. The shops, lined up next to each other, were an amazing array of sights and sounds.
We stopped by the Lebanese bakery to buy some afternoon munchies, then via the Chinese butcher to buy meat chunks, followed by the Vietnamese shop to buy hunks of succulant duck and pork (all gone now). However, my pick of the day was the sugar cane juice. The only other time I have had this nectar of the gods was in Cairo... and here it was again... sitting innocently on a small street in Auburn. So sweet, so good.
It was watching the groups of people mix that made the experience so interesting. Watching groups of Sudanese men sit and drink coffee, chatting away in their dialect, next to another group of Lebanese mothers, each with their toddler and head scarf showed me the side of Australia that we are aiming for, and one that I had begun to question in since Cronulla.
Another thing struck me: could it be that it is not Australia that is providing the multicultural environment but rather these people, the ones in these pockets of society, that provide the wealth of culture we enjoy around us. Somehow I have this nagging feeling that it is not white, anglo Australia that is making this country so interesting. Food for thought...
I have finished the pork and am now about to nail this here tub-o-duck.