Travel Tales 1- a 2008 experience
 
The action occurs on a Number 6 tram deep in the eastern suburbs of Melbourne. I am seated opposite two young men of the “Hoodie” generation. Both hoods are up and each conversant sits staring at the floor; a posture which does not change throughout the conversation.
 
Hoodie 1 opens the batting with:
 
“Have you been to Amsterdam?” (I can not attempt to write in a manner which reflects their very Australian accents)
 
“Yeah”
 
A silence…
 
“Did you go over there from London?”
 
“Yeah”
 
“Great place”
 
“Amsterdam?”
 
“No London”
 
“Do you know where it is?”
 
“London?”
 
“No Amsterdam”
 
“No”
 
“No I don’t either”
 
“You go over there from London is all I know”
 
“Yeah”
 
“Yeah”
 
A silence…
 
“So where the….is it?”
 
“London?”
 
“No Amsterdam”
 
“Don’t know”
 
“No me neither”
 
“It’s not far from London”
 
“No; one Crownie” (One Crown Lager)
 
“Yeah”
 
“Yeah”
 
“I was p….d when I got on to the plane”
 
“Yeah”
 
“S..t happens”
 
“Yeah”
 
“Is that where they all ride bikes?”
 
“London”
 
“ No Amsterdam”
 
“Yeah”
 
“You can go to a lot of places from London”
 
“Yeah…
 
JRT