And post #18 mentions per a Wiki quote: Wankum, Germany.
To continue with this theme: Germany also has Wankendorf; and India, Wankaner. Hwange in Zimbabwe was fully-and-officially named Wankie, throughout the country’s time as [Southern] Rhodesia. One would guess that some of the town’s white inhabitants were pleased at the change of name, irrespective of other developments at that time.
Wanking, in China, is unfortunately mythical; presumably it would nowadays be spelt differently anyway.
Angola has some cities with names that a 8 year old boy would love - Baía Farta, Dongo, and Mungo.
I have long wanted to visit Suggan Buggan.
Don’t forget Mount Joy and Virginville.
Some of these towns have installed large and heavy welcome signs to discourage drunk college students from stealing them again.
Once you get bored of Pennsylvania, you can try to find love in Loveladies, NJ.
And Oregon has Boring.
It’s funny, Wait Wait Don’t Tell Me had a question this week about a newly invented musical instrument from Australia, and one of the possible answers had Wagga Wagga as part of the instrument’s name. Due to having seen this thread, I thought that was the correct answer, but in fact it was something else.
Turkey has you beat there: Batman Province whose capital is also Batman which is near the Batman River
That’s been mentioned a couple times already in this thread. And that url you gave should be taken out and shot.
Oregon also has the town of Bandon. It’s down along the southern coast, not too far south of Coos Bay. Any large vessel based in that town would be known as (wait for it) … A BANDON SHIP…
Another island in Moreton Bay with a euphonious appellation is Coochiemudlo.
Mullumbimby is on the New South Wales north coast, just south of Billinudgel and the aforementioned Mooball. It is in a region generally near Byron Bay where hippies congregate; locally Mullumbimby is also pretty well known for “Mullumbimby Madness”, a strain of weed that is (or was) apparently admired.
Whilst once upon a time there might have been hippies aplenty in Byron Bay, alas the real-estate prices now have priced them out of the market. Have you seen what joints* are going for there now?? Absolutely crazy!
*Joints of the residential, not the herbal kind.
I had no idea you were in that area! I rode passed Poowong (and did have an immature chuckle) just a couple of weeks ago on my way to Phillip Island! Next time I’ll wave in your direction 
It’s… underwhelming. Blink and you’ll miss it.
My last project involved a lot of maps of regional NSW and several team members were from overseas, leading to lots of giggles and “how do you even say that???”'s
I have live in Woy Woy, Budgewoi, Mt Kuring-gai and am now living in Yarramalong. My friends now say I moved to Yarramalongwayaway
Belatedly noted via another post, and topic-drifting somewhat: I recall on British television in the 1950s, a charming Australian lady called Shirley Abicair, who played the zither and sang and told stories for kids. Some of the stories were about the doings of three little Aboriginal boys called Tea-cup, Clothes-Peg, and Tumbarumba – this last, presumably named after the town. It would all, likely, be nowadays reckoned dreadfully patronising and unacceptable; but from what I remember it seemed to us kids at the time, gentle and agreeable fun.
I’m sorry, but if you haven’t found the delightful settlement of Watanobbi you haven’t plumbed the heights of Australian comedy place names.
On the downside there’s a place called Collector, which is half way between Sydney and Melbourne. Supposedly it’s where the tax collectors extracted tariffs from the passing trade between the two largest towns of the time.
There is a Bum Bum Creek not far from Crows Nest.
I used to ski on a New Zealand skifield called Whakapapa. (Wh is pronounced roughly F). You had to drive through Bulls to get there. Keep going north and you’ll finally reach Waipu (why poo).
Sadly, it used to be the case that rural station owners or their staff got to name aboriginal kids born on the station, and the namers were not uncommonly hopelessly lazy and named children after nearby objects such as Sunlight (a brand of soap), other detergents, product names on boxes, and so on. Tea cup and Clothes Peg are, I suspect, informed by that tradition. There is a family whose surname is Lectricmotor - I don’t know if the misspelling is a consequence of the illiteracy of the person who named the family or of blurring in the passing of the name through generations or some other reason.
I always used Goonoo Goonoo and Ariah Park as examples of why, when you move to a new town, you need to ask how pronounce names.
Nobody ever gets either right first go, but a few did luck into saying Nunjikompita right.
Melbourne, Victoria’s capital, was nearly named Batmania.
Oh, dear, that’s – not good. Hearing the stories as a kid, I vaguely assumed – on the model of cowboys-and-Indians lore – that, as often with Native Americans, T-C and T-P would have had “proper” Aboriginal names (quite possibly, unpronounceable for the likes of us), and their English-language names in parallel. What you describe is: well, disrespectful, to put it no more strongly.
Australia also has a town named 1770. That’s right, its just a number, it pronounced seventeen seventy.
The best Aussie town name is still Humpty Doo.
Bzzzzzz … wrong.
Even a cursory look at a map shows Collector is between Goulburn and Canberra. So it’s 230km from Sydney and about 650km from Melbourne.
The town closest to the mid point of a Sydney-Melbourne trip is Tarcutta, over 200km south.
The nearest customs house was, obviously enough on the NSW/Vic border at Albury, over 300km south of Collector.
