aussie day 7: alone and thinking

the greatest thing about travelling alone is that you can have time totally devoted to yourself. sit back, relax, and reflect. you can be true to yourself and strip off any pretence. ya' know how you sometimes have to act in a certain way, so that you're being 'socially accepted'. how you have to say things that you know that's what people wanna hear. don't tell me no shit like: "oh...that's hypocritical, i don't do that!" fuck off. you do it...all the time. just that you don't own up to it.

anyways, i was at the sydney fish market today. and i walked past a fisherman, who was mending his nets on his fishing boat. we exchanged glances and i said gd'day to him, aussie style. he said: "come here young lady, have a sit."

i went over and sat beside his boat. he made me some hot tea and we had a long talk...about an hour. we talked about the paradoxes of life. how we've learned to make a living, but not a life. how we've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbour. how we've more conveniences, but less time...

the world is spinning too fast...i just hope everyone in the entire human world, can make a pact to all slow down together...no cheating.

a bulgarian woman who sought refuge here, once told him in broken english:
last time, i got many love, many family, many soul, but plate is empty.
now, my plate is full, but no more love, no more family, no more soul.

think.

this is Kippa and his 4 year old girl. lovely. he brought me out to the sea for a ride on his smaller boat. awesome.

on the ligher side... the seafood was beautiful.
it's a pity i went there alone though, cos the servings were too huge for me to finish. i only had space for some fresh prawns and a garden salad.