6:45pm. Elizabeth Street outside Martin Place. Waiting for bus to take me back home.
On my right is a young Asian girl in her twenties, talking to her mobile phone in fluent English. On my left is a slightly order Caucasian bloke in his early thirties, talking to his mobile phone in fluent Mandarin. Formal was common-place in Sydney where you get people from all races, all trying to adopt the "Australian way". Later is just plainly weird -- yes a tall well-built Caucasian guy chatting on the phone in Mandarin, right inside the Sydney CBD!
Last time I saw something like this, the Caucasian guy was wearing short-sleeve shirt with a black name tag, and it wasn't talking on the phone either. Anyway. It is Sydney, anything could happen.