night bus

A Kiwi buys a travelcard from an Ecuadorean. You buy one too. The Kiwi sits down in front of you. You chat to him. He's just back from Italy. Naples Florence Sicily other places he cannot remember. He's been in London a week. Stopped off in Sydney and Hong Kong. You tell him about the Duke of E, as he lives down the road. He asks what's going on there tonight and before you get off the bus you're forced to remind him of our liscensing laws.

He takes you back to what it's like to travel. When, should you meet someone amicable, you talk. You talk, because it's good to communicate when you don't know where you are. You hope you're going to meet someone who'll help you on your journey. Not in a cynical way, because there's not too much scope for cynicism as a backpacker. You hope they'll help by being someone you'll pass some time with. On the way. Boundaries are less important when you travel. You're crossing them all the time.