The evening with Bill and Luke was fun, but unfortunately they didn't live in Perth or Fremantle, but in Bunbury, a small city 180km south of Perth, and they were rarely driving all that way up north.
I tried to stay in touch with them at first but we never met again...
Was the Friday of my second week in Australia, and even if it was autumn, the days were still sunny and warm, so that afternoon I decided to go to Perth city, about 20min by train from Cindy's house.
I loved Perth, and I still do today.
A city with 2 millions people, but actually not so crowded, with many squares and pedestrian areas, many parks and green spaces, lot's of different activities to do and lot's of young people from everywhere.
That day I had a walk around, I remember going to the Bell Tower, then to Murray Street Mall (the shopping street) and after a couple of hours I decided to sit in on the stairs in James Street Mall, in front of the State Library, at the Cultural Center.
I was there enjoying the sun, and I started looking around at all the people sitting on those stairs.
There were mostly families and couples, until I saw a guy sitting alone, with a backpack between his legs, concentrated on reading a book. He was also quite attractive I would say, and the backpack made me think he might also be a foreign, so I decided that I could have tried to go and talk to him.
I spent about 20 minutes trying to force my self to stand up and go: "Just go! How hard can it be? Just go there and say you are new, you wont look too stupid!".
So at the end I did it. I got up and I started walking in his direction, but only 3 meters away from him my brain decided to step back: "And what if I look stupid? Honestly, who does that?! Who goes to talk to strangers in the street like that!". So I didn't stop. I kept walking straight, behind his back, and straight forward, and I kept going until I reached a bench on the other side of the square, where I sat down defeat.
"What the hell am I doing?! I almost did it! I will never meet anyone if I keep on being so shy! Come on, try again..."
So I did it, again. This time coming from behind, I walked all the way straight to him and then I did it, I sat.
"Hi! Sorry to bother you, but I'm new, and I don't know anyone, and I saw your backpack, I thought you may be a backpacker too...?"
"Oh, hi. Ehmm, yes I'm from Germany. Where are you from? I'm Christopher by the way."
2 minutes into the conversation and it suddenly started raining, so we ran into the library to wait for the storm to calm down a bit.
He told me he was there with a working holiday visa, and he was living in Fremantle since about 10 months.
That day he was waiting for a friend, also from Germany, and they would have gone together to have dinner and he invited me to join, so I accepted.
His friend arrived after 30 minutes and together we walked all the way down to the river, at the Bell Tower, and just behind it, close to the ferry, we entered a very busy Indian restaurant.
I understood the reason why it was so busy just when I went to pay.
They didn't have a price for their dish, you could only pay by offer...!
How do they make a proper profit? I have no idea, but they definitely didn't make any with me, because I remember paying 5 dollars... Well guys, in my defense I can say that since it was my first time out for dinner in Australia I had no idea about how much a dish in a restaurant could possibly cost!
(And if you also have no idea, they usually start from 15 dollars at least, awkward!!).
After dinner both guys had to catch the train back home, and so I did too, but first Christopher gave me his number and said that I could have text him the day after if I wished to go to have a walk in Fremantle.
The day after, there was no signs of the storms of the night before, once again it was a sunny and beautiful Saturday, so I decided to text Christopher and go to Fremantle.
We meet at the train station and from there we continued to the Esplanade Park, where a event was on that day. It was something for kids and families. There were many fences with animals that kids could touch and feed, some playgrounds with rides and the characteristic Ferris wheel, which is there the all year around. We watched some clowns entertain a group of kids and we then had a walk to the Round House, where we could have a nice view of the beach where the week before I met Bill and Luke.
After few hours it was time for me to head back home.
I had a good time but I realized we didn't have that much connection as friends, maybe not too many things in common to talk about, and different opinions about things, so we never met again after that...
Oh well, never mind, I only had to keep on looking!
To be continued...
English is not my native language, and I have never studied it properly, I'm mostly a self taught.
I apologize in advance for any possible grammatical mistakes.
I'm still doing my best to improve! :)