Australia! Just Australia...! :)

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Australia! Just Australia…  !

Sunny morning on the twenty-fifth of December two thousand and ten. A white taxi slowly taxis onto the flyover that leads from the airport to the city. Only one flight had arrived at the airport that morning, apparently due to Christmas six hours earlier. Landscapes were constantly changing around, the first features of a handsome city appeared in the distance. The young man sitting in the car could not believe where he had come after all. It was not that his dream, rather it was one of the most desired goals - to make a trip to one of the most mysterious countries on the planet - to Australia. "Australia! Australia!  ...Well, wow, where did I get carried away, ”I thought at those moments and could not believe that I had finally arrived. And when Melbourne appeared on the horizon, I finally “better”  .

The idea to visit Australia flashed in my head for a long time.


I chose the time for the trip for a long time, and did not forget about the financial side of the issue, since traveling to this continent is far from a cheap pleasure. In the summer of the tenth year, I had a preliminary agreement with a group of like-minded people that we would celebrate the New Year in Australia. Then followed months of decisions made and not made, as a result of which our team underwent significant changes in its composition. When autumn came to Moscow, I began to sound the alarm, as ticket prices crept up. The route was chosen difficult, in fact, it was planned independently. We decided to take the maximum and see the maximum - it makes no sense to go to Australia for a week. After lengthy consultations, we decided to go on the following route: Melbourne - Kangaroo Island - Adelaide - Darwin - Brisbane - Gold Coast - Sydney. The Red Center, Perth, Tasmania and Canberra decided to leave for another trip.

Sydney and Melbourne were on the list because of their “hype”, Kangaroo Island is an interesting national park, Adelaide is rich in wine valleys, we went to Darwin because of the Kakadu National Park, in Brisbane and on the Gold Coast we planned to sunbathe and swim. Actually, as decided, and began to form a tour.

I called several tour operators, deciding to buy a tour from them. Hearing the prices, I almost went bald - a cheap tour in 3-4 star hotels for 3-4 cities and for 14 days costs at least one hundred and fifty thousand rubles per person. One company estimated my program at 250 thousand per person, another - at 310! I finally came to the conclusion that the appetite of our gentlemen - merchants knows no reasonable and unreasonable limits, and decided to travel, booking everything on my own.

Of course, I was embarrassed that I had no experience in preparing such complex trips in every sense of the word, but ...I had to start sometime, and then the opportunity presented itself 

Tickets first. After looking through the booking systems of the offers of the largest airlines, I came to the conclusion that we will fly with Emirates flights. Firstly, an attractive price, new aircraft and excellent service. Secondly, I was pleased with the minimum time of connections and the total flight. So, Moscow - Dubai - Melbourne and Sydney - Dubai - Moscow is the first step. The second step is domestic flights. There are several major carriers in Australia - of course, these are Qantas, JetStar, Sir Richard Branson's VirginBlue, and the smaller Tiger Airlines. I settled on the national carrier - Qantas. And then I met the first difficulty - to get to Kangaroo Island before lunch, you need to fly from Melbourne to Adelaide at six in the morning.


There is only one flight from Australian low-cost carrier JetStar at this time. I must admit that I have an extremely negative attitude towards such carriers, especially Russian ones - the prices are not so low, the service on board is zero, flights are often delayed or canceled, and in general they have a disregard for passengers. But there was no choice, and the tickets were bought. A regional carrier Regional Express (REX) flies from Adelaide to Kangaroo Island - we used its services. And the route Adelaide - Darwin - Brisbane - Sydney was served by Qantas.

Now hotels. Here I used a lot of booking systems - somewhere the Aeroflot service, somewhere I dug on the website of the hotels themselves, somewhere I used international booking systems. The thing is that different resources offer different prices for the same hotels.

For example, a room at the 4seasons hotel in Sydney was cheaper at Emirates, while on their own website the price “bited” by $150 per night. The conclusion is monitoring, monitoring and once again monitoring.

Next is insurance. At Oranta, it cost about $30 per person for a 3-week policy.

But there were also unresolved issues - excursions and visa processing. Having studied the Internet and several books, I realized that in all the cities of the route you can arrange excursions on the spot, or even conduct them on your own. The exception was the Great Ocean Road in Melbourne, which is in high demand around Christmas. The second exception is Darwin with its national parks, especially during the rainy season (November to April). Having searched the network for offers from Australians, I decided not to risk it and book everything in Russia - the sites of these companies looked too dubious, and I did not find any reputable travel agencies.


I called all the same gentlemen-merchants, but with a proposal to organize a tour. And what was my surprise when everyone refused with the wording “we are not interested in this”. A smart reader has already understood everything - our hucksters prefer to make a little money on an air ticket, a little more on a hotel, rip off for a visa, and “sell” a couple of mass excursions, make a profit of 100% of the cost of the tour and live happily ever after. Fuck business, right? It’s clear why they should sell me a tour for $100, having received $20 from it, if you can “shove through” a cheap hotel for $100. e. , having received from it 50  . And these are tour operators, the largest in Russia, by the way. Yes, they, as a rule, cannot do anything, just large dealers. The only company that prepared a coherent offer was Quinta Tour, whose services we used by buying excursions.

I note that already on the ground I found out about the true prices for the services offered, Quinta Tour cheated from 10 to 25% on the tour - in general, quite reasonable money. And if then I knew the contacts of all the performers on the ground, I probably would have completely refused the services of our intermediaries.

Visa is a complicated thing. Passions about the audacity of the Australian Embassy in Moscow are littered with the entire Internet. Mentally, I have already prepared for the fact that a visa may not be given. And no one will make insurance against non-departure for independent tourists - this is another "Sovdepov" relic of our country - in many countries it is also bought via the Internet, along with conventional medical. A chance helped – a friend of mine works at the embassy. In absentia, by phone, we discussed with her a package of necessary documents, and on the indicated day I just gave her a ride, paid the fee, and ten days later I took the passports with visas.

It's funny how simple everything is when there are connections - no nit-picking, interviews and other unnecessary red tape.

In general, everything was ready for the trip only a few days before departure. For the first time in my practice, my team and I went on a trip not for the “traditional” two weeks, but for three and a half.

On December 23.1910, we went by train to Domodedovo. Moscow was suffocating from traffic jams, and a few days later it rained, which completely froze the power grid, and many passengers remained at the airport for days. We were lucky - we both felt that we needed to leave early. I had already arrived at the airport with boarding passes in hand, so all we had to do was check in our luggage and go through the pre-flight formalities. In the waiting area, I met a friend who was flying through the next exit to Bangkok on a Transaero flight. We chatted, and then dispersed on the planes.


On that day, Emirates put on the flight a Boeing 777, very modern and comfortable. I booked good seats in the first part of the cabin, so the flight went off without a hitch. The food was on the level, the only thing that did not please us was that for some reason there were no sets of warm socks and personal hygiene items - previously all this was given to all passengers without any problems. The five hours of the flight passed almost unnoticed, as we were all sleeping like a baby.

At six in the morning, Dubai airport was suspiciously crowded - it was all about the upcoming Catholic Christmas. For some reason I thought that it comes from December 25 to 26, but as it turned out already in Melbourne, it is celebrated on the night of December 24 to 25th. Having “climbed” the terminal, I decided to take a break “in style”, and went straight to the Emirates business lounge. I was amazed - the hall was filled with passengers, many were sitting on the armrests of chairs and sofas. "Christmas! ”, - the employee answered me, and sent me home.

The idea is that in Australia I crushed all the negativity that had accumulated in me over the past year in Moscow.

The taxi driver tried to start a heart-to-heart conversation with us. In general, in Australia they have a favorite question: “First time chia? " (which in our opinion means "is this your first time here? "). This is not asked out of courtesy, but in order to rip off a couple of tens of extra dollars from our brother. If you answer yes, you will be driven around the city by the longest road. Well, if you answer that you visit the city regularly and this is your fifth visit in a couple of years, the taxi driver will make an “iron mine” and take you the shortest way 

The first feeling when Melbourne appeared on the horizon is a small Hong Kong, the cities are very similar, however, the latter is an order of magnitude larger. The streets were empty, there were no moving cars, no pedestrians! No one ...After chatting with the driver, I found out that Christmas had already come, and that people were sleeping in their homes.

“Cool, ” I thought then ...It looks like a scene from King's novel "The Langoliers", when the characters walked along the "alive in the eyes", but empty "essentially" airport  .


In Melbourne, I chose the Stamford Hotel. This five-star hotel is located in the heart of the city, within walking distance from the main attractions. In the five-star category, he offered the lowest price per room. The advantage was that the hotel kindly agreed to check us in in advance, at 8 am, which is very important on Christmas (albeit Catholic). The rooms have everything you need for life, including a small kitchen, and even a washing machine and dishwasher. Breakfast is AU$26 and the quality and range is below average. For example, in China, or even in Germany, in a similar hotel, the choice is several times greater, and the price is lower.

This is a feature of all Australian hotels - the cost of breakfast, as a rule, is never included in the price of a room, while for a Soviet tourist the assortment and price will seem inappropriate, even in five-star hotels. There is a small pool on the roof, about ten meters and a very small and dirty sauna, which, for ethical reasons, I did not use 

After checking in, we decided to rest after a long flight. However, after taking a shower and changing clothes, I quickly appreciated all the advantages of an empty city - I got great photos, in normal times, which would have flaunted a large number of unfamiliar faces. Here you are, a landmark, and no one else  . That's why we rushed to the city. I will not dwell on the sights of Melbourne - everything is written about them in great detail on the net, moreover, in any hotel there is a map of the city center, where everything is painted very colorfully.

I note that it will take you one day to review everything that you can and should see. The second will go to shopping, but more on that below. The following days are exclusively for suburban excursions.

The day passed quickly, interestingly and informatively. Melbourne seemed to me an extravagant and moderately conservative city. Parrots flew through the streets, and black and white crows (that's crows, not magpies). We even suggested that these are our emigrant crows, which, while flying, pretty much turned gray (turned white)  . For such plumage, we called them "crows - satsebelki". I don’t know where the term came from, but in our heads and in relation to these birds, it took root .

In the evening we settled down at the Harry's restaurant, which is located on the first floor of the hotel, and gorged ourselves on kangaroo steak and other goodies. The steak, by the way, was one of the best of my entire Australian trip.

On the twenty-sixth of December we got up early, at about seven in the morning.


At half past seven, a bus came for us, and we were to tour the Great Ocean Road - in fact, many go to Melbourne for this adventure. We booked it through Quinta Tour, in Moscow. You can also buy it on the spot at any travel agency, the largest of which is Australian Pacific Tours (APT for short). By googling the name, you can easily go to their website and book excursions all over Australia.

The bus collected passengers from several hotels and went to the building of the central tourist center, on the embankment. There was already a chain of buses in which passengers were seated. We got into one of them with the inscription "Great Ocean Road". Interestingly, there are no guides in Australia, drivers perform their functions by turning the steering wheel and talking into the microphone along the way. Our first driver-guide is Shane, a bald man in his fifties in scout shorts.

Shane did his job very well, he told a lot and interestingly, joked, photographed tourists. Perhaps it was the most active driver of the entire trip. Excursion along the Great Ocean Road is carried out in two versions - one-day and two-day, with an overnight stay in a small town. The length of the route is 650 km, in general, feasible for one day. I don’t recommend staying overnight, the hotel is “nothing” there, and there is no entertainment. During the day we saw the entire coast, flew by helicopter, saw the famous "12 Apostles" and returned to Melbourne. Interesting, rich, budget and without delay.

After the tour, we went to the building of the Portland Hotel, where we had dinner at the brewery of the same name. And Australia doesn't have local beer in the classical sense, they drink English ale. Having tried many brands, I did not stop at anything - at the end of the trip I “filled in” only the Mexican “Crown”.

Another drawback of this institution is a draft, which, for some reason, happens there around the clock, which even the staff who work there complains about.


We devoted the third day in Melbourne to shopping, so that Melbourne has all the opportunities for this. The largest shopping mall is located in the old post office building and is called Melbourne City. Two blocks around are also shops. Do not be too lazy to go to small shops in the alleys - there are a lot of interesting, fashionable and inexpensive things. If we compare shopping in all the cities of Australia where I happened to visit, then it reaches its greatest extent in Melbourne. So go shopping !

Any shopping trip involves spending money. You can, of course, pay with a credit card, but I, for example, in the old fashioned way, prefer the good old "cash". The city is full of "exchangers", practically no different from our Soviet ones.

But not everything is so simple - you may not even look at the rate on the scoreboard, because there is some commission. The size of the commission is set ...by the cashier himself ...according to the principle "for a fool. " Exchange offices are run exclusively by Asians, usually Chinese, who won't blink an eye to rip you off. We gave the girl four hundred greens. At the exchange rate, she was supposed to give 380 Australian dollars, but she gave out only 340, printing a beautiful check, which says where another forty dollars went. He was full of various percentages, abbreviations that were not clear to a simple Soviet citizen. I received such a small amount, I raised a scandal and canceled the operation. The girl twitched and started offering $370 already, but I was adamant – I took my money and left. Having bypassed 2-3 "exchangers" in this way, I realized that they all work this way.

When I went to the bank, I clarified that in banks the exchange rate is fixed, and the commission is minimal - $ 5, regardless of the amount. The best in terms of exchange are Bank of Quinsland and Australian Arab Bank. I strongly recommend exchanging larger amounts, Australia is not a cheap country, money goes quickly. Banks are open from 9 to 18 strictly on weekdays, and are not located on every street. In addition, when exchanging, a passport is required, which is not needed at the exchange office. In some places, for example, on Kangaroo Island, in Darwin or on the Gold Coast, there are no “exchangers” at all, and there is at most one bank, and even then with an unfavorable rate. The best exchange cities are Melbourne, Sydney, Adelaide, Brisbane.


After shopping, we decided we wanted to buy another tour, so we went to the APT office and purchased the Australian Farm - Historic Train - Koala Reservation - Phillip Island Penguin Parade tour.

All pleasure will cost 200 Australian dollars per person, while the tour starts at eight in the morning with a return by midnight.

It all started in a standard way - at 7 in the morning a bus arrived, which collected passengers around the city. At the end of this procedure, the Paks were dropped off at the building of the central tourist center. This time it didn't go so smoothly - we waited for the bus for about an hour, there was confusion with the tours, until Steve, the driver, approached us. After seating everyone and introducing himself, he set off with us. An hour later and the first stop is an inconspicuous cafe in a pine grove. At first, everyone was somehow reluctant to go to the parking lot, until they saw a flock of huge white cockatoos in the clearing. And since our bus arrived first, the pleasure of communicating with these beautiful birds fell exclusively to our group.

Steve got a folding table from the luggage compartment, carefully placing hot and cold water bottles on it. Then he began to prepare coffee in a bucket - he twisted this same bucket over his head with a drink poured inside - skill on the face! The menu also included cookies, crackers and parrot food. The most interesting - the main delicacy for cockatoos - are crackers. The birds behaved uninhibitedly, calmly flew up to people, sat on their palms, arms and shoulders, and even stole food. We got a lot of positive emotions, I even thought about buying such a parrot in Russia.

The second stop on the tour is the Puffing Billie tourist train. Now it transports tourists, and once it was a workhorse for transporting minerals. There was a queue of people who wanted to buy tickets at the station, people stood on average for an hour and a half. The advantage of our tour was that the tickets were issued to the driver in advance.


Moreover, for our travel company, a soft trailer was allocated at the end of the train, so the whole group set off on a 26-kilometer journey without any problems. At the same time, all passengers sat on the windows, dangling their legs down. The only sight on the way is a wooden bridge on stilts 15 meters high, along which the train passes. Otherwise, you admire the trees and rare villages. Half an hour later, the train arrives at the station, where tourists are waiting for their buses. If we compare it with the train in Argentina (Ushuaia), then the latter is somewhat more interesting.

On the platform, Steve announced that we were transferring to another bus, as his journey ended there. Having changed the crew, we drove on. The driver John seemed to us quite a cheerful guy, and, having learned that we were from Russia, he completely focused on our company.

The fact is that he is married to a girl with a beautiful name Veronika, who was born in Kyiv, lived in Moscow for a long time, and came to Australia to study, where she met him. John is so imbued with our culture that he diligently learns Russian, cooks borscht and even celebrates Russian Christmas.

An hour on the way, and we arrived at the Australian farm Warlook. We, a small group of ten people, were immediately taken to a small rural house. A five minute tour of several rooms and we were all seated at a small table in the dining room. Obviously, the farm worked not so much for agriculture as for the reception of tourists - this was evidenced not only by the number of tables for lunch, but also by the souvenir shop at the exit of the building. We have an interesting company. Among all, a lady of about fifty with incredibly white, porcelain teeth immediately stood out.

Next - the nursery of birds and kangaroos. The white peacock is impressive, I have never seen such birds before. And of course, kangaroos - during the whole trip, it was possible to communicate as closely as possible with these animals when visiting the farm. At the entrance, grandfather gives everyone a glass of food, then you go into the paddock and look for your kangaroo. And after - an unforgettable experience from the first acquaintance with them. You can do everything - even wallow in an embrace with them. True, they get tired very quickly - when more tourists arrived an hour later and began to feed them, the animals refused to feed and rested wearily in the shade of trees, not paying any attention to the tourists.


The farm ride is in full swing. A girl in a cowboy outfit drove us further - to a large field where sheep were grazing. We were clearly shown how specially trained dogs graze sheep, and after that everyone could take part in shearing and collecting wool.

In detention, everyone was given a whip and taught to handle it "the real Australian way".

Three hours on the farm flew by in one moment. We did not even have time to come to our senses, as John was telling another anecdote and confidently headed for Philip Island. The island is a national park, and is the second most famous attraction near Melbourne, after the Great Ocean Road. The first stop on the island is a koala reservation, opened a year earlier. To be honest, koalas in natural and unnatural environments are very difficult to observe - these "fluffy rogues" sit so high and inactive that they don't have the patience to wait until the bear cub even moves its paw. We were lucky - immediately at the entrance to the road a large koala bear jumped out, a crowd of onlookers immediately gathered around. He looked around, and, not seeing anything of interest around him, dived into the bushes and climbed onto the nearest eucalyptus.

Other koalas sat so high that it was almost impossible to see them without special means.

Next is another bus. We covered a distance of 10 kilometers in about forty minutes. Here on Philip Island, we got into the first, in fact, and last, traffic jam on our Australian trip - too many tourists were heading to a place called the "penguin parade". The essence is simple - at sunset, small penguins jump out of the ocean and, in a friendly organized column, head to the shore and crawl into holes. You, as a classic tourist, make yourself comfortable on the shore and watch this spectacle. In appearance, everything is beautiful. In fact, I haven’t seen a bigger “sludge” for a long time. By the evening it got colder, the sweaters stored back in Russia did not save us - this is the first minus. Secondly, the number of tourists was, according to my estimates, 800-1000 people, while the "attraction" is designed for 200-250 people.


And now I suggest everyone to imagine what is happening - on benches in a strong wind at a temperature of +8 degrees Celsius, a thousand people settled down and calmly watched a fascinating spectacle. Represented? And I don't, because it's impossible. People stood in the backyards, crawling through the bushes, jumping over their heads. In general, it was more like a "kangaroo parade with monkeys. " After standing there for 15 minutes, I was very cold. A collective decision was made to go to the tourist center and warm up. The whole parade took 2 hours. Believe me, this is too much. Particularly persistent "hung out" there until the end of the event, until it finally got dark to such an extent that it became impossible to see the nose of his neighbor, blue from the cold. Naturally, no one there considered anything. In two hours, about 50-60 penguins came ashore, that is, one penguin for twenty tourists.

In Antarctica and Argentina, for example, the ferry reaches a group of islands, where tourists move to the island on boats. There's a 1:100 ratio in favor of the penguins. At the same time, they can be touched, fed, stroked, and even bathed with him. In Australia, when shooting on a video camera, a strange aunt ran up and said in good English: “Sir, pliiiiz, know the photo, know the cameras ...blah blah blah. ” In a word - tin. The "Penguin Parade" spoiled the overall impression of the tour.

The return trip took two and a half hours, which I slept through safely. My peace was disturbed only by Monica, who was sitting next to me and actively communicating with her neighbor. In Melbourne, the bus took tourists to their hotels for a long time and tediously. "Extreme" to sleepy tourists was added by a possum, which jumped out from under a bush right under our wheels, and, oddly enough, remained alive.

In the room, we began to pack - in just a couple of hours we had to go to the airport and continue the journey. Looking ahead, I note that Melbourne is a real dream city - beautiful, sincere, neat. I did not regret at all that I started my acquaintance with Australia from him - Sydney is noisy, Brisbane is gloomy, Darwin is small, and you need to fly to Adelaide with a transfer.

I managed to sleep for two hours, and at four in the morning the alarm clock woke me up. After breakfast with crackers, we went to the reception, counted, and for a long time we were looking for a taxi, ordered through the concierge the day before. The driver was late and we decided to vote. Before I had time to raise my hand, the first checkered car that passed by immediately stopped. The driver began to pack his suitcases, while another “cart” with a similar inscription flew up from behind. Her pilot, quickly realizing that we were his passengers, started arguing with our driver.


In a state of deep prostration, I just stood, slept and occasionally pondered their words. Finally, they agreed, threw the suitcases into the second car, and we finally drove off. The smell of sewerage, which came from a broken pipe in the basement of the hotel, was strongly invigorating.

Melbourne Airport was crowded - I have never seen it like this before. Today we have a scheduled route Melbourne - Adelaide, served by the airline JetStar, and Adelaide - about. Kangaroo operated by REX Airlines (another name is Regional Express). JetStar is Australia's largest low-cost carrier, a subsidiary of Quantas. It occupies the right wing of the domestic terminal building. Passengers check in for the flight themselves through special kiosks, and then everyone lines up in a small queue to check in their luggage.

It is very pleasant that the airline "did not notice" 5 kilograms of extra weight in our suitcases - Aeroflot, for example, robs passengers even with a kilogram of overload - this is generally nonsense.

Pre-flight procedures did not take even fifteen minutes, after which we settled comfortably in a coffee shop in the free zone of the airport. Russian airports never dreamed of such indicators! On board, I booked the first row of seats, next to the entrance to the plane. The Airbus A320 was filled to overflowing with passengers. Across from me were two flight attendants who regularly recited pre-flight information into a microphone. The entire landing took place in twenty minutes, after which the aircraft began to be towed to the "taxiing" zone.

The pilots immediately "from taxiing" went to the runway and began acceleration. Having driven along the lane for a kilometer and a half, the nose began to rise. At some point, everything sharply leaned forward - we began to slow down.

The tugboat did arrive about ten minutes later, along with a group of people in uniform and a fire engine. People examined the left wing for a long time, after which the plane was towed to the far edge of the field. The inspection continued, while the passengers watched what was happening from the windows of their windows 


About half an hour passed, the commander went into the cabin, introduced himself, picked up a "swearing gun" and said that all passengers would go to the terminal by bus and fly on another airliner, this plane would not fly anywhere. Ten minutes later we were at the terminal. I was worried about something else - my watch showed local time - 8.30 in the morning, and the flight from Adelaide to Kangaroo Island was at 10.30, with another hour to fly. It is not difficult to guess that the docking fell apart.

I turned to the information service of the airline with a request to assist and help our team get to Kangaroo Island, to which I heard a banal answer for a low-cost airline - you have a ticket for a flight of another airline, deal with them yourself. From such insolence, this aunt wanted to do something unscrupulously nasty, but my upbringing did not allow me to be rude to her. I began to argue and explain that everything that was happening was solely their fault. Moreover, I threatened with a "debriefing" and fines under Russian law. The uncle, the senior on the shift, entered into the conversation. He, having heard my arguments, decided to slow down the conversation and promised to warn the airline staff in Adelaide and help with the purchase of new tickets for REX Airlines flights.

They contacted a representative in Adelaide via "special communications" and warned us again about our problems. Moreover, they even fed for free, although this service was paid.

The flight went smoothly, and within an hour I saw the Adelaide lagoon and wine valleys in my window. The city's airport reminded me of the Melbourne air terminal, only smaller and cozier. Having received the luggage, we headed to the right sector, to the JetStar counters in order to change the ticket, since the flight to Kangaroo Island had long since left. At the counter sat a girl weighing a hundred kilograms with a swollen face and the absence of any facial expressions during the opening of her mouth. She spoke so incoherently and quietly that I had to move my ear almost to her mouth, which, frankly, did not give me much pleasure. Moreover, her answers to all questions about help came down to a conversation: “Hello tree, I am an oak! ”, to put it simply, she was trying to get rid of us.


Having raised a scandal, I practically by force ...of a look ...forced her to write on the ticket the time of the actual departure and arrival, and put a stamp. She resisted for a long time, but under the influence of my charm, combined with moral and physical pressure, she gave in and capitulated unconditionally. This attitude towards passengers further reinforced my negative attitude towards

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