At seven that evening I walked to the place he'd described and found the hostel name that matched his business card. As I entered it looked like an essex council flat with rubbish everywhere and iron shutters, with that dim blue glow they have, expecting a herroin addict in the corner. I continued, and walked up the stairs until I reached the roof, where there were lots of people laying out on stone deck chairs and eating this fantastic food. And the mood was not what I expected: it was alive. The top characters I met that night were a travelling musician who was ripping CDs from his laptop to give to people as sample music. He was a "Lyrical beat-boxer" as he called it. He was pretty cool. The other was a man, 45, who had grown up on the streets in Byron bay from the age of 11 and now lived in an Aboriginal collony when he was not away travelling. Boy did they have some stories.
Finally, some cracking quotes from the people I've met in this stage of my trip, that I simply had to write down:
Harley, a raw vegan who had been cycling around Asia for 5 years with his two raw vegan friends, Freeleya and someone else (not as chatty):
" Most people work in a job they don't want, to buy things they don't need, to impress people they don't like. Don't be one of those people; follow your heart."
Azzai, the grown up aboriginal street kid:
"My spiritual beings I call Mom and Dad. I take their guidance through life like a coin: they are both oppisite faces of the coin, often telling me completely different things, and I am the rim inbetween them, blending the two together."
Sean, the travelling beat-boxing American:
"The universe has a way of looking after you. We're all made from the same stardust; everything is. We're all brothers before we're even born."
Some random indian guy:
"Travelling is not about 'finding yourself', it is about creating yourself."