Alright kids, so, those who know me decently, know that I'm not much of a reader. It's not really my thing. I realized once that I would much prefer to write. But that's a bit hypocritical if I don't read others blogs and stuff, is it not - expect people to take an interest in what I have to say?
Anyway, when I first found out that my fright to Australia was gonna be like 42hrs or something ridiculous, I picked up the book found at my parents place and decided to read that. It was odd. A romance novel of sorts, but one in which the chick ends up sleeping with 3 stepbrothers and making that relationship work. I'm still unsure as to what my thoughts are on it. Regardless, when I came to Margaret River, I went into the library looking for something. I came across this book called "Tunnel Vision" about a guy trying really hard to make it as a professional surfer. It was an easy read. He talked about his travels and how he tried to make it as a comedian, and how he was having struggles making it as a surfer. I was quite enjoying it. The library however wanted $20 for a card and $80 deposit for being a temporary member. So, like a true backpacker, I sat there and photographed the last 165 pages I still had to read with my phone... that way it was free (most annoying part was that I didn't know how to turn off the shutter noise on my phone, so, sorry to everyone sitting around me that day, I must'a been annoying)
Once I finished this book, I wanted to find the author. I wondered if he was still living in Margaret River (he was a local, and talked about the pubs and the beaches and the streets I meander every day). I spent 45min-1hr looking into all the social media outlets, googling him. The other information that I found was that the last thing he did was move to the USA to become a bull rider now. He apparently had a blog about it, but it had since been taken down. I eventually gave up, but still humoured the thought that I would run into him at Wed night acoustic sessions or something,
That was about a month ago, I went to Perth to try to work the Fringe after that, and received the serial killer book which I am still powering though. The other day I was at the beach with Jake watching the kite boarders on a windy day, hanging in the car and chatting. Jake was explaining the waves to me (a lot of boys try to explain them to me. I like the look they get talking about it, they're always so excited). He was using all the terms that I should have known from reading a surfer book, "The break", "crumbly waves" blah blah, but I needed reminders. I mentioned the book cuz it had a glossary, and he asked who the writer was. I didn't remember but had a photo of it on my phone. "The guy who owns the book shop?" he asks when hearing the name. "No, the guy who owns the book shop is the father of the kids I'm AuPairing for" I reply back. And then stop to think. I know his name, of course. and stared at my phone looking at the name of the author - are you shitting me?
The guy I had wanted to track down before is the guy who place I end up right now? I mean, I knew the town was small, but really. I sat there with my mind blown for a long time. Today while walking through town, I finally told him how I had found out. Super random. And now I wanna hear all of his stories. I think that would be a great way to spend an evening. Drinks and travel tales.
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