I have been to some rough places in my 28 years. Rio’s Favelas, La Paz’s San Pedro prison, watched kick boxing in Bangkok, stood next to the infamous Ultras of River Plate during a BA derby and Sompting Village cricket ‘ground’, which can get nasty are up there among my faves. But when I got to Sydney I was in for a nasty shock. Basically I moved into my apartment with a roof top terrace and as I was admiring the view of the harbour bridge, I was horrified to find that someone had thrown a per of shoes over the power lines. Yes, I know scary as, I need to move I hear you say! As I walked around I saw more and more of these intimidating objects and after many sleepless nights I asked someone yocal what the hell it was all about. Apparently this is how the gangs in Sydney mark their territory.
Don’t come to Sydney it is kicking off
Posted in Random observations, travelling
Rumour has it thats a sign that there is a drug dealer in the house. Well that’s what my kids reckon, anyway!
Interesting you say that. I have about three pairs down my road now and one outside my block. I’m either very lucky to have access or I live in an unsavoury area ; )