WHERE WILL WE GO NOW?
A group of young surfers I knew were rolling down the street on a Wednesday night. Eyes glassy with half a dozen beers, hearts set on a few more at another pub. ‘What’s the occasion I asked?’ ‘A mate’s flying to Mexico!’ came the boozy response. “We’re having a few beers to see him off.” They might as well have said he’s flying to the moon. Mexico seemed an impossible dream in these strange times with Australia adrift at the bottom of the world in a kind of purgatory. Mostly spared the horrors of COVID but trapped in our Down Under Bubble. No one really allowed in and no one really allowed out. It seemed the kid had figured a way to wriggle through the bureaucratic wormholes.Told them he had a job in Costa…