Everybody Needs G'd Neighbours

What's the first thing to do when you hit a town like Melbourne? Shopping, sightseeing? I'm afraid if you're me it's going on a two hour bus trip to see the most famous cul de sac on the planet.
Yes, I'm coming out. I admit it. For the past 20 years I've been a fan of Neighbours, the cheesy Aussie soap that makes Crossroads look like Ibsen. So I lost no time in asking our new concierge how to join the tour.
"Gee, no one's ever asked me that before," he said, looking at me as if I was some kind of idiot. "No one even watches it here."
He checked the Internet like a man seeking the source of a bad smell, and reluctantly found the information.
"Do let me know how it goes," he liked. "Just in case anyone else ever asks me again."
Distance means nothing in a country the size of Australia. They talk about journeys in terms of time, not kilometres. Therefore, a two hour journey to an eight house street was nothing to them. It was an unreal experience, see somewhere so familiar so far from home.
Of course it isn't really called Ramsay Street, it's Pin Oak Court. The residents don't marry each other, interbreed and have long lost children visiting in the dead of night. The strangest thing was that we had to take our own street sign which we took turn in holding for photos, but hey, it had to be done.