I was just chilling with my sister, chatting while we vaguely watched a programme about the immigration desk at an airport in Australia. A man was pulled aside for questioning because he seemed very vague about his travel plans, he had a return ticket booked for two months hence, but said he was only staying for two weeks. Immigration officers thought he might be planning to work illegally. They questioned him about who he knew in the country, who he was travelling with, had he enough money. He knew no-one, he said, he was travelling alone.
“I’m a lonely rider,” he said.
What a wonderful turn of phrase… a lonely rider, conjures up so many images…. I must use it in my writing… unless you do first!