The memories of the trip to Melbourne still cling to Ajexx's mind, albeit regrettably it was now somewhat of a distant memory. And yet Ajexx realised, after his return, that it was not the country that he missed, but the experience itself: of travelling down the long and winding roads of Victoria, looking out of the car window at cattle and sheep gazing on vast green fields below a clear blue sky, and the occasional kangaroo.
Having grew up in the city, travelling along the uncluttered, tree-filled roads of Australia was a literal breath of fresh air. There was a difference, Ajexx realised, between the cool Autumn breeze and air-conditioning: the former was cool yet moist, the breathing-in of which invigorated the senses; the former was clustered and stale, a poor and cheap imitation of the former.
One day, Ajexx hoped that he would be able to escape from the city to the countryside. He knew that city-life had its benefits, yet having spent a week away from it, Ajexx knew he liked the country more.
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