It's all comin to an end

Queensland. Dive the Southern Great Barrier Reef. Damn.

I see the poster right in front of me. I'm in a cafe in Melbourne... everyone's at work... dressed in black, overcoats, ties, polished shoes.

Behind me... a handful of shabbily dressed backpackers... all of them tryin to get in touch with a bit of familiarity through the internet.

I was there. The Great Barrier Reef. Cairns. Way up north. So different. So beautiful. I can't say it. I can feel it... all over again.

Man!

But tomorrow, it'll all come to an end. Melbourne will... for me. But Cairns is unfinished business. I gotta go back there. It's a place meant for me.

Come tomorrow and I'll be on a nine-hour flight to Hong Kong. God knows what'll happen there.

Shit fuck. I didn't do Cairns properly. I didn't have the balls to.

Sad ass shit. Money means too much to me. More than money it's the fact that I am shit scared of not being a journalist, a writer. I don't have the balls to be a waiter at a restaurant.

Aaah.... you won't get it anyway.

I know what I mean.

The Great Barrier Reef. Sure.

It's done. I was supposed to do it with Noor.

Noor.

It's been long. Almost forgot there was a Noor once upon a time. Whatever.

Well... I think it's over and out from Australia.

Unless...