The eyes are talkin'

First of all, let me tell you one thing - i feel sorry for those that don't see the pleasure in travelling, or they might see the pleasure, but aren't passionate about travelling enough to actually take the effort to travel.
To accept that it's fun even though sometime, or someday might not be great. There are days when it isn't as great as you imagined it to be, or want every day to be. It doesn't happen that way.
I like travelling. Moreover, I like travelling alone. Yes, sometimes during my travel, I wish, I had someone to hold, to take a walk with along this beautiful river I saw last evening... the man standing across all alone, playing the trumpet. But the feeling comes and goes.
I've started to like me - my solitude. My space. I am rude, i think, so people stay away. They take away my freedom to feel, or not feel. I can just be me.
Melbourne is a beautiful place. It leaves you alone. it's pretty, the houses are like those ancient, cute little constructions with a small garden in front, a front gate barely the height of your knees, a narrow tiled pathway leading to the first two steps of your main door to the house. You can almost imagine the people inside - all cozy in front of a fire place, drinking wine, talking the daily talk, grounding their kids.
The weather now is more like England, dark and cold, sometimes sunny, sometimes cloudy - yes, it's as unpredictable. But the smell is pure.
The suburbs, basically residential areas of Melbourne are quiet - so quiet you can hear yourself breathe, I could hear a woman walk in the middle of a market place, I can hear my stomach growl right now. It's really silent. So much so even if you wanna talk you might naturally tend to whisper.
The city though is different. Buzzing with people, inside bars, restaurants, the pavements all full with people walking by, live music all around on the streets... it's amazing how you have these two sides just minutes away from each other.
There’s one thing that’s been irking me in the past week here in Australia. There’s confusion as far as racism is concerned. Ask anyone, they’ll say it doesn’t exist. But that’s where the confusion lies.
I was given a warning ticket for Jay walking, when there were three blonde chicks in front of me who walked through a red light as well. They were ignored by the cops.
Inside a bar, I was standing with my friends, just standing, talking to them, and the bartender came up and said, if I misbehaved again he would kick me out. Only me. My friends were as flabbergasted as I was.
I think they like Indians, they have no problems with them, as long as they don’t look like me.
I went to the loo, didn’t realise a man had followed me in there. While I was washing my hands, he looked at me and started pushing me inside towards the toilet hopin for a blowjob!
At another place a person came up to me asking for an autograph, he just wouldn’t believe I wasn’t Johnny Depp. Yep, he was a lil drunk.
That apart, another Australian Shark Fisherman came up to me and started betting with me - playing Two Up (Heads or Tails) - Australians bet on anything - I fucked him off 10 dollars. He was so amazed at an Indian who’s got balls that he got sentimental. Called me twice, begging for me to come back to the city to party with him.
All said, I’m enjoying the attention. Honestly? I didn’t expect so much of it in Australia. I guess I should get it by now - that it isn’t the place, it’s just me. I’m the one that’s different. They see it in my eyes, I guess.