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The first people I meet when I travel are never the ones that I end up spending the rest of my journey with. It always happens like that. I'll meet someone on the plane, or in my hostel common room, or during my first venture out on the streets and we will have everything in common including the best of intentions and we exchange emails and phone numbers but when the real fun begins I never see them again. Still, I know now how important that first contact is… It almost always teaches me something that will be helpful in the days to come. Sometimes the lesson is simply "keep your eyes open". Sometimes it brings to light the name of a restaurant or a street name that will later be helpful… Sometimes that initial contact person clues me in to a secret concert or they pass along the name of a club promoter that can hook me up. There's always something to learn from the initial interaction. I meet Spaniards with thick Italian accents who chase after you because you left his bar because the drinks were too expensive and talks you back into the bar until 2:30 on a Monday night, French Canadian women with accents that make you melt when they mispronounce english words, Australian women who invite me out to a pub crawl and then loose them only to meet some English women so you make your own pub crawl. I never see their faces again until I finally load my camera card onto my computer. At which point I am often wondering what happened the night before and how did I get home. I think this is the reason there is a time stamp on cameras, between that and receipts, that is the only way to go back in time and relive your night.......
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