Absurd
In Flores, I am staying at a hostel called Los Amigos. Upon walking into the place, I saw a number of foreigners lounging in hammocks and the like, as the place is popular with the backpacking crowd.
Sitting down at a table, I pulled out a book by Mishima, a Japanese author, that was lent to me by Kiira´s room mate Karen. Three other guys were sitting at the table, and one started talking about Mishima. I asked if he had ever been to Japan, and he said he was an English teacher in Yamaguchi.
He stared at me for a second, and says ¨You´re Ben from Japan!¨
Apparently this guy, Sterling, had read Angela´s blog and the blogs of the other people in Yamagichi before arriving in 2005. He remembered who I was from some of the pictures.
Small world, eh?
Sitting down at a table, I pulled out a book by Mishima, a Japanese author, that was lent to me by Kiira´s room mate Karen. Three other guys were sitting at the table, and one started talking about Mishima. I asked if he had ever been to Japan, and he said he was an English teacher in Yamaguchi.
He stared at me for a second, and says ¨You´re Ben from Japan!¨
Apparently this guy, Sterling, had read Angela´s blog and the blogs of the other people in Yamagichi before arriving in 2005. He remembered who I was from some of the pictures.
Small world, eh?
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