As promised, I'm actually writing an entry when I said I would, even though my body would love nothing more than to pass out. Today was a long day. But despite the missed train(s), wrong bus stops, and copious amounts of land I had to trek through, I actually had a lot of fun. Australians are very friendly and quite willing to help out a poor, lost American it seems.
On my journey over here though, I had a conversation with a woman from Washington D.C. Interested in my violin, she inquired about it, mistaking it for a saxophone (hah). I told her I was headed to Australia to study. She assumed I was studying music and got really excited because she's a professional singer. Since I would probably never see her ever again in my life, I just let it be. Explaining would be such an unnecessary hassle.
Now on trips like this, where I am by myself, I really don't mind conversing with strangers. But sometimes I don't particularly want to think of anything engaging to say or ask especially when my medication is kicking in and all I want to do is zone out with my ipod. So how do you transition from the awkward post-q&a session to the complete confirmation that the conversation is over? Wait it out I suppose. But this lady here had a friend that she would chat with so I was forced to sit awkwardly twirling my ipod headphones until she turned around and addressed me again. I was at the mercy of her curiosity. But no complaints really. I'm usually too shy to strike up a conversation and most people are so absorbed in their own lives to be interested in mine anyway. Unless there's some sort of catalyst (e.g. my violin/saxaphone), silence seems to be the optimal path.
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