I’m sitting in a rather lovely cafe, drinking fair trade organic coffee, Luang Prabang’s that kind of place, and the children are squabbling over who gets the last bit of the cinnammon roll, when a slightly breathless Canadian woman in running gear approaches us and says “I read your blog!”
Once I got over the shock, we established that we have children of the same age, are doing the same sort of thing and agree that we should meet up. Which we do, and we spend the whole day together, swapping stories.
That was five days ago and we’ve seen them every day since. It’s been such an unexpected treat to meet like minded people so far away from home. Turns out it really is a very small world.