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Postcard from: Austin, USA

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Postcard from AUSTIN

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It’s Texas, but not as you know it. That’s not to say the Lone Star State’s capital isn’t proudly Southern – you only have to see the monolithic capitol building to get that. But you’ll also see many-a rainbow flag fluttering in the warm breeze and I get the impression that your average red-blooded Texan would choke on his beef brisket if he took a walk through the hipster heaven of East Austin.

The city’s catch phrase is ‘keep Austin weird,’ a point eloquently demonstrated as I sat outside a popular Mexican eatery, absentmindedly stuffing my face with tortilla chips, when a senior gentlemen walked past pushing his bike, wearing nothing but a shiny posing pouch. On gazing after him, open-mouthed, I discovered the back view was even more alarming and watched him saunter casually up the street, the harsh southern sun glancing off his buttocks.

The locals, meanwhile, merely continued to nonchalantly sip their jalapeno mojitos.

Paddling on the Colorado River Face the music

Yep, Austin does things differently and it must be working because it’s one of the fastest growing cities in the United States.

The city is a fascinating mix of kooky and cowboy and music is a strong influence, with live gigs playing in concert halls and dive bars every night and

encompassing country, jazz, rock and everything in-between.

Austin loves food but it’s not all fancy, some of the best places to eat are the food trucks which park up all over the city, peddling tacos, Greek gyros, curry and every other nationality of food you can think of.

Despite all the junk food, Austinites seem to be more like Californians when it comes to fitness. A very early morning stroll along the Colorado River trail and I passed scores of joggers and cyclists, while paddle boarders and kayakers swept past on the water.

My last activity was watching nature’s nightly show by Congress Avenue Bridge. As dark descends, clouds of bats fly out from its eaves and flit up river.

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