Ingham, North Queensland
I grew up in the little sugar town of Ingham, North Queensland. And before you ask, no, that's not where the chickens came from.
It's a funny little place - quite pretty, in its own way, and relatively unchanged. When I was back there recently, the only difference I noticed was that everything was smaller and older. I guess that happens.
Here is Ingham's spectacular main street, on which not very much happens - apart from the yearly Italian Festival and the Maraka Festival, which I always remember looking forward to as a child.
Ingham is filled with quite picturesque old pubs, which are always well frequented.
And its hot - very hot, all the year round.
And you can't get sushi.