Escape from Victoria
Comments(0) Holy Shit! So, as stated: I heart Melbourne. But I finally caught my ride up to New South Wales and after two nights camping from an RV, am in King’s Cross, Sydney. Which in some ways threatens to be more off the hook that St. Kilda, Melbourne…. But life has taken on such a frantic pace, how can I say from sure? But it was definitely time to move north. I was in danger of becoming the loneliest man in Melbourne. But was constantly surrounded by lovely and fascinating European immigrant beauties, which I assure you, is worse than actually being the loneliest man. So on to Sydney, and Friday night, back to the States via Beijing. But GD Australia, you’ve taken a bite out of my ass! I’ll be back, mos def.
I apologize for this lame post, lack of detail etc but in time it’ll all come out. Plenty o’pics too. Just to remind myself: Oslo roof sunsets, Melbourne symphony, attempt to move to Fitzroy, Sabine, Amelie, Vanessa, Gabriella, Grey street hoover ho, the Nazi tease, Charlotte the Harlot, Annika, Richmond Pho, J H’s poster shop, Bianca, Ashleigh, Valerie, Sara, Sarah and Stu, Caroline and Andy, Anton, Anders and the Scans that didn’t go through, camping on the beach, Patrick and EA, wombats and wallabys dead in the road, Pasqual the possible tranny from Perth, Eda, Jemma at Outre, the video store, antique bookstore, Rosillas, the insane variations of gumtree forests, casinos and OTB, the hot Bromie and the London swipe in KC, the Egyptian 3G connection back in M, the Irish lads and the goon, French and the shisha, hottie with sick ink from Vancouver actually reading Hippos Boiled in their Tanks on the tram. Are you shitting me?
Life in overdrive. Too little sleep. Not enough time to process. More to come.
