Unique characters. I worked in a retail sporting goods warehouse for a few months after university and ran a shop in a rural flea market on the weekends. There was a guy name Steve that I was warned about before I started at the store. He apparently lived in a garden shed and collected road kill. He would come into the shop and try clothes on if you didn't catch him first. He wasn't even nice about it. The first time I met him I had my back to the door talking with a customer and all of a sudden an unbelievable stench filled my nose. For some reason I immediately knew it was Steve. I didn't even know what he looked like but I excused myself, turned around, one of the employees said "Steve is here", followed the stench and there he was trying on socks. Fucking Steve.
Years later, he got his life together, moved to Denver, and settled down with a family and a respectable career. But on days he's feeling nostalgic, he still likes to sneak out, amble down to the local REI, and try on socks.
I'm pretty sure "walkabout" is the wrong terminology, but it always struck me as something similar to the aboriginal right of passage. Not enough cultures have something like this. I think I would have benefited from doing something like that prior to going to college out of state. Instead my college experience was my walkabout and as such, I was pretty un-hinged. It wasn't the best mental state for productivity.
It looks like he is directing you in the photo, "so, you head down Front street, then take a left at the Rainbow..."
You look like a baby.
This weekend is my 20th HS reunion and everyone is posting old photos on FB. Look at me below, I was just a baby.