the biggest issues I faced was loneliness , feeling of lack of self worth , and dealing with being 3rd class subhuman in the eyes of society .
That was the head problems
then there was the predatory gay men , they were creepy and a problem at times . It takes all sorts I spose , but I was 17 and alone and not interested in their propositions . They did no give up easily if you just try and talk them out of it or convince them that Iyoure just not into that scene . But I found out early that these guys are easily enough scared off , if you do a full on violent psycho act for them . Be descriptive , a whack in the head while you are descriding how you are guna rip their guts out and strangle them with them is usually enough to convince them that you have allready considered and for now rejected joining their lifestyle , to be honest tho I was so sick of them , I wasnt joking when I said it tho .
food wasnt a drama , really nor was shelter , I simply traveled to where the weather suited my clothes . it just happened that I went to Darwin and settled a good while on Mindle beach there ... I didnt know for a few days that it is a Nudist beach for a good few weeks it was almost heaven , wake up in the morning and watch the euros joggling by ( naked girls dont just jog ya know

OTOH , Im still trying to forget some of the middle aged fuglies that went past too ) head to the St Vinnies kitchen for breakfast , head to the Salvos soup line for second breakfast , scare up some cash and buy a cask of wine and go back to the beach to watch the tourists , or do some fishing , poke around the bush and get some bush tucker , its not hard in the tropics .. help out one or two of the families at the night time markets in the city in exchange for big feed of ethnic cuisine at night and go back to the beach for some sleep till next day
I got bored with it tho , and moved on ... still it was one of the best places I lived at .
I ended up staying for a while in the Kimberlies just moving from one Aboriginal Community to the next , getting to know my people and my country in a seriously deep way .
it was the in between bits that was scary tho , hitching a ride and not knowing if the guy you got the ride with was a nutter or not , being new in town and not knowing where it was OK to sleep and not to ... thinking of making camp a spot that is allready taken and finding out the guy who "owns" it is a genuine psycho nutter
I got stuck at a road house in the midle of nowhere for four days with no cash no food no nuthin before I got a ride out of there ... the manager kept calling the cops on me too .
it was rough at times , but awesome great at others , every ones journey is going to be different tho . one of the guys I met and kinda kept in touch with ended up dead by nutter , he took a ride ahead of me and next I seen him was on the news as a dumped body .
Now Im older and hpefully more wise , Id actually advise against it , but I know its not going to be listened to
follow your head , trust your guts instinct , and keep out of trouble .