Beginnings of Journeys

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“Are you looking for a place to stay?” he coughed slightly.

“Yes,” I answered warily.

“I am from a hostel, very near here, just by the station, for young travellers.”

“How much?” I asked suspiciously.

“Very cheap”.

I hesitated. Could this be real? Or was I being set up to be mugged. I searched for clues in his face. I could not see much as most of his face was hidden by a thick beard. I nodded my head. He turned and walked into the darkness.

That night, the gentle sway of the boat lulled me into a dreamless sleep, as a new journey beckoned.

“Are you ready? We must go now or we will be late.”

I hurry down the stairs, as best as I can, put on the winter jacket and step out of the door. Entering the car, I glance at my wife. She touches my arm, stirring up memories of hiding in a tent from midgets in Scotland, rocking to a WOMAD music festival, giggling under some trees on a walk without proper rain gear and enjoying sweet, juicy Victoria plums on a country road.

This morning, another journey beckons.

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Yeow Poon

Yeow Poon

Exploring social cohesion, cross culture mutuality and a sustainable, collaborative and peaceful multi-polar world. https://www.linkedin.com/in/yeowpoon/