I was 27, living in Melbourne, only 7 years ago

I used to hike with my parents as a child, as it was our summer vacation every year : 1 or 2 weeks in the mountains. Pyrénées, Alps, Massif Central you name it, although mostly the Pyrénées. But I hated it for one simple reason: blisters. I always had the wrong shoes and my parents didn't know about the dual sock trick, so it was one day walk, blisters everywhere, 2 days of rest for me while my family went off doing other stuff, walking again etc... It was torture. Nowadays I know myself, have proper shoes, proper socks, and can tolerate the pain if I still get a blister. Australia really opened my eyes to bushwalking, mainly because of the freedom of camping and the wildlife. I fell in love with eucalypts as well, became a birdwatcher... I hiked under the rain, in scorching heat, bought maps, countless bushwalking books... Many places in Australia made me feel like I belong, mostly Tasmania and the Mallee country in Victoria.
France doesn't have big national parks where you can camp in relative privacy, and when you walk you meet 10-50 people a day. In Australia, you're in a crowded area if you meet 5. Australia gave me the walking bug, I now try to hike all over the world, I've done NZ, Scandinavia, the US, Canada, and rediscovered my birth country (3 years in the Alps). Unfortunately it also screwed me up as I now live in Paris for work and my thirst for wildness is intense and cannot be met in such a sprawling urban setting. There is no wild week end destination near Paris, even if you drive 3 hours. Normandy, Picardie or Burgundy are nice but certainly not wild, and I miss the mountains immensely.