Eight crafty stops as diverse as South Sydney itself.

At least the English swear words are pretty good.

Find a better place to drink beer. I dare you.

An underrated city served up beer that cured my illness.

Ask any local Dutchie, they don’t touch the stuff.

Feel like that most elusive element of Amsterdam; a local.

Last week of Australian beers and Australia.

Interviewed them, drank their beers, had to get the bus home.

The four or so beers I had in my second last week before our big trip!

I lost my home and it feels fantastic.

A trip to Lisbon would feel incomplete without developing an appreciation of the longing and mournful sounds of fado and you’d be remiss to leave Senegal without gyrating to the postcolonial rhythm of mbalax.

The beers I had in what was a bummer of a week to say it like a ‘90s stoner.