Ah, Melbourne. A city where people are so friendly, strangers say "Hi" in elevators, girls you have never met start chatting to you in the Ladies', shopkeepers keep you standing there, money in outstretched hand, while they regale you with tales all sorts for really long periods of time, but the blokes do not approach.
Nope.
Blokes do not approach (us).
Which is weird. Not because we are amazing. Just weird because Kerstin and I have never really gone anywhere and not been approached by at least one guy. I mean, even out to dinner, in a restaurant, with another guy, we were approached (in Sydney).
Not in Melbourne.
Not those who we played pool with.
Not those in any bars.
Nor restaurants.
Not even the daggy ones sitting right next to the two of us, and then Kerstin slipping outside for a cigarette….
leaving me alone…
not on my phone…..
As Kerstin so succinctly put it, "Not even the dickheads!"
Travel. Always full of surprises.
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