This feels hard to believe, but we’re rapidly approaching five years since I started this blog. And I’m still tending to post at least once a week, have never grown tired of it, have never run out of stories and can’t imagine stopping it to be honest.
One of my very early blog posts was It’s a small world (but you wouldn’t want to paint it), all about the strange coincidences of meeting people I know in far flung places. In fact, not long after writing that post, I remembered another story – aged about 23 I arrived at a back packer hostel in Coogee Bay, Sydney, Australia, following a year or so of travel through Asia. I met some English lads who’d recently arrived via Indonesia. As they showed me some photo prints of their trip through Lombok, where I’d just been, we spotted a familiar figure in the background of one of the photos – me.
There have been a few others over the past five years – the couple I met on the beach who worked with someone I knew from Uganda springs to mind.
I was reminded of these coincidences this week. Imogen arrived late on Sunday evening. I asked, as I usually do, how she’d found us. I was pleasantly surprised to learn she’d googled “hot & cheap” and my Guardian article was on the first page of results. We sat chatting over a beer around the fire and it turned out she was an actress who’d recently been in a play which I knew an old buddy of mine, Owen Oakeshott, had acted. It turned out they were big buddies so we sent him a photo of the two of us much to his complete bewilderment (“Eh!!! What?? How???”)
You can read Owen’s blog about the play here.
Update: my other guests from Cornwall live in the next street to an old school pal…