On the train. Feel like I'm about to shit my pants. The buckwheat has got my arse gurgling.
I spoke to a Latvian woman at Coles. She is new to Adelaide. She said is working here and had previously worked in Canberra. She didn't specify what she did but with the locations and the way she looked I suspect she is a prostitute. I didn't talk to her out of interest, I just wanted to know if I had correctly identified her ethnicity and ask her about the strange tattoo on her wrist. It was one of those Slavic pagan patterns. I thought she was a hohol so I was wrong about that bit.
We walked along for a bit and she seemed to be indirectly asking for a bit of a tour around the CBD but I didn't want to keep talking to her so I just gave her directions to her destination and walked off.