I became a bit nostalgic this weekend following the bike track from Sydney to Brighton-Le-Sands when I found myself along side the Chinese vegetable gardens of Kyeemagh. It felt like I was cycling along the rice paddies in Korea, except for the all aussie brick veneer houses in the background.
You smell the gardens before you see them. The distinct tangy spring onions in the air, the mint, radish.
The crazy part is it's across t estuary of the Airport.