a've you any idea how many peeps rite a travel blog? basically mate, its more lumps than a stiff necked geeza takes at a wallaby's match, eh. ya want some?
I'm in Australia...wtf mate. An Asian tint has covered my world for 18 months. I've been he and they and a bunch of wackos in between. It's only from outside the madness I can recognize the mess of an identity that stumbled from culture to culture over the past year and a half. But in three days, I'm back! Sort of! For Christ's sake, my pants didn't even have buttons!
Australia seems just like home except the birds seing different songs, the spiders in the toilet can kill you and people speak awesome. It feels like I've been at therapy and I just had a major breakthrough and I remembered something cruical; I'm a WASP!
Melbourne is a tattoo of a city. Indy rockers living in victorian mansions making bank and throwing blow-out music fests. I'm me again, the me you know; the me I know. Meanwhisles, he's looking for work, finding friends and scratchin' 'is head when someone asks "whaja wan fa tee ay tum?"
More to come, when it comes. I'm gunnin' to be domestic for a bit and scratch some dough.
