How to Fall in Love With an Australian Pirate (Part 1)
We met in that classic meeting place: a bar. Cherry Bar was my favourite in Melbourne; a dirty, grungy establishment tucked down an alleyway with graffiti all over the walls and more smokers outside the doors than punters dancing inside. At 26, I’d just spent six months solo travelling southeast Asia and was adjusting to … More How to Fall in Love With an Australian Pirate (Part 1)