A visit to the grocery
May 12 2005 03:03 AM | Australia
Thursday, May 12, 2005
Time for provisions. Stephen and I went grocery shopping. We pulled into Woolworth’s (called Woolies) just not far from the uni. I suspect the Woolworth’s is related to the British and American chain, but I don’t know that for sure. Woolies was a typical supermarket store, and quite busy. It could have been lifted right out of the suburbs of America, only the brand names had changed. There was also a large seafood section, and the collection of food stuffs seem to be more diversified. Stephen was helpful in pointing out and explaining several Australia grocery favorites. I snagged a bag of milk bottles, which are a creamy Aussie confection (think gummy bears in the shape of milk bottles that taste like cream).
I popped into the pharmacy next door for some medicine for my stuffy nose. In Oz, the stores are called Chemists. All of the medicines are kept behind the counter; only toiletries are kept on the floor. There were several people working behind the counter and one was nice to help me with my sore throat. My American accent is a dead giveaway.
Time for provisions. Stephen and I went grocery shopping. We pulled into Woolworth’s (called Woolies) just not far from the uni. I suspect the Woolworth’s is related to the British and American chain, but I don’t know that for sure. Woolies was a typical supermarket store, and quite busy. It could have been lifted right out of the suburbs of America, only the brand names had changed. There was also a large seafood section, and the collection of food stuffs seem to be more diversified. Stephen was helpful in pointing out and explaining several Australia grocery favorites. I snagged a bag of milk bottles, which are a creamy Aussie confection (think gummy bears in the shape of milk bottles that taste like cream).
I popped into the pharmacy next door for some medicine for my stuffy nose. In Oz, the stores are called Chemists. All of the medicines are kept behind the counter; only toiletries are kept on the floor. There were several people working behind the counter and one was nice to help me with my sore throat. My American accent is a dead giveaway.