It was wonderful strolling hand-in-hand in an unfamiliar city, in a country that wasn't ours. Even if that city was Sydney. It lent us a special kind of privacy only those who have travelled understand. You are anonymous. A voyeur. It grants a certain freedom, and presents possibilities one would not imagine among those with whom they are tethered to by birth and nationality. It is like being in costume at a masquerade ball where no one will ever know of your deeds if you are careful.