We met at the airport going from Lima to Cusco in Peru.
Him and his female friend sat across me in the waiting benches, waiting for the gate to open and of course obviously, because we are in South America, it's "south american punctuality". I was on the fourth day of my travels and asked them to confirm that I am at the right gate going to Cusco.
"Hey, this is the gate for flight at 10:30 to Cusco right?"
"Yeah, we are on the same flight."
"Cool, where you guys from?"
"Australia, my friend is travelling with me for a month and then I am off by myself to Bolivia then Argentina."
"Really! I am on the same route as you!"
"Well, let me leave you my email, we could meet up again (write down his email on my "fuck you and your blog" journal, and I also ripped a paper out and wrote mine)"
We didn't meet up until La Paz in Bolivia, a month later.
On one of the busy intersection of La Paz's busiest tourist district,
"Gabe!"
"Jenny!"
Gabriel is from possibly the most boring town in Australia, Canberra. He was a trouble child, getting into trouble in school and eventually dropped out of high school and did not complete university till he was 26. His parents broke up relations with him until recently. His sister is even worse as she does not like hanging out with family, even during Thanksgiving and Christmas season. He decided to travel to South America to record sounds. Sound of the street, the alleyway, the wood workers, the party shouts, the bus driving by and the singing of the Amazon birds. He turns out to be a slightly famous Australian DJ doing gigs for festivals and clubs. He is tall, slightly fat and always carries his recorder. He has a interesting way of controlling his finances, he rather spend extra money on private rooms than eating a good healthy meal. He sleeps for 3 days straight and parties for one big night then continue 3 days of sleeping. He stays quiet for a long duration and can not be disturbed by crap music. He gets angry at crap music, aka, mainstream music.
