Shockingly similar to America, in many ways, but with better animals. The basic layout of Sydney is reminiscent of Seattle, with the ferries (and furries?) and the waterways and the whatnots. Plenty of McDonald’s, Burger Kings (called Hungry Jack’s here; the rest of the branding is exactly the same), and Oprah-rific workout purveyor Curves. The street signs are identical, not sure if they were designed by the same street-sign branding committee as in the states, or if they bought leftovers from the U.S.  street-sign run at a severe discount. Strangers are rude and drive SUV’s on small winding roads like assholes. The world is truly flat, Thomas Friedman.

Some differences: lots of usage of charming British slang, such as “what’s on” (what’s happening) and “on offer” (options).  Microwaveable pancakes. There is a preference for charmingly Lego-esque, boxy vehicles, be they subcompacts, compacts, vans or SUV’s. Dogs are not allowed on beaches as they attract sharks. Books are generally published using the British design scheme, which means they are more attractive to look at. Lots of gum trees, which are satisfying to the touch.

Highlight of the past 24 hours? A park with a petting zoo including ducks, chickens, two goats and a gigantic rabbit.

These are just cursory, jet-lagged impressions from less than 24 hours in Sydney. More in-depth responses to come.