I am drawn to his pale complexion and the large indents that run down the right side of his face, looking like the remnants of the removal of skin cancers. He is bespectacled, with thinning red hair, and dressed in black jeans with his T-shirt tightly tucked in and secured with a belt. I am drawn to his silent, lonely presence as he surveys the fellow Denpasar travellers around him at Departure Gate 18, Melbourne Airport. The seating area is littered with families kitted out in their surfing attire and young couples soon to experience their first romantic overseas getaway.…