This has got to be a hurried post. Am in Sydney right now, writing this from a friend's hostel computer [not being the frivolous spending sort, I enjoy services that may be obtained for free, even if it means trespassing, which is precisely what I'm doing right now].
The weather was brilliant so far, but it's raining a bit right now. Went to Coogee Beach today, saw 3 topless women with nice breasts, and 1 with sagging ones [Kucho, are you listening?].
Shopping is ridiculous, considering that Indian motifs seem to be in fashion here. Frightful skirts that they sell outside New Market are haute couture [pronounced: oh, kutu] here. I think I have a new business plan.
Have been wandering around town by myself, except today, when I met up with aforementioned old friend from desh. So then, this chinky guy with a mohawk catches me in the middle of the road, and smiles and whoops for joy and demands to know whether I remember him. I say I've never seen him before. I'm a stickler for the truth. Appreciating my honesty, he falls in love [if I SAY he falls in love, he does. It's MY word against nobody's.] and asks me to dinner. Asks me where I study, tells me he's an automobile engineer, was born in Korea, and christened Ryan. Insists on buying me coffee, when I tell him I'm only here on vacation. I smile nervously, consider running, and then decide to tell him about the father who is here with me, and who I'm supposed to be meeting. Ryan understands fathers are a dangerous species, not to be messed with. He lets me go after a peck on my hand.
His parting shot is, "You're the most beautiful Korean I've ever seen."
KOREAN?!?!?!?! You could put an engine in my belly and call me DAEWOO and I still wouldn't look KOREAN!!!!!
But what I'm trying to impress upon you, dear reader, is that, I may not find a date in desh, but Here, I'm gooood!
*blows last smoke ring, stubs out lipstick-smeared cigarette and struts out. fade sound: slutty stilletos [stilletoes?]*
p.s.:- I actually panicked and called D long distance.